Chapter 21: A Long Sleep Through the Night

In the capital, at the residence of the Minister of Revenue.

“Father, what do we do now? The City Defense Corps and the Imperial Guards have both returned to His Majesty’s control!” Tang Shanhu said anxiously.

At this moment, Tang Sicheng’s face had lost its usual calm composure. He was furious, cursing the Prince of Nine’s men in his heart. If any of them were alive, they might just wake up from his string of curses.

The thought of Bai Tian foolishly joining the dowry reignited the flames of anger he had just managed to suppress.

The sun and moon, suspended high in the sky, were slowly drawing closer to one another, casting radiant bands of iridescent light across the heavens, illuminating the entire sky.

Seeing the confident smile at the corner of Bu Fan’s lips, Yu Junxi sensed that the situation was shifting. Indeed, as soon as Bu Fan finished speaking, the silver four wings immediately changed. Previously locked in a defensive stance, the four wings suddenly split into two groups, attacking and defending at once.

A sound kept echoing by Bu Fan’s ear, erratic and unpredictable, yet reminiscent of the noise of a winnowing basket sifting stones. It made Bu Fan exceedingly uncomfortable, as though a mountain was pressing down upon him.

In truth, the power of bloodlines was one key reason a family could endure for thousands, even tens of thousands of years. Without this, if a family’s strength were no different from others over such a long span, decline would be inevitable.

Only after Xiao You’s car disappeared from sight did Gu Shen finally tip his sunglasses and head toward a nearby convenience store. For the first time in his life, he felt as if he were a thief making his way into such a place.

Xia Ran felt a wave of helplessness. Was he really going to get straight to the point? Well, perhaps that was for the best—it would save her time, especially since the tea here was truly dreadful.

As more and more people noticed the broadcast, someone finally recognized the person wreaking havoc in the footage as Bu Fan, the very individual the media had previously reported on so extensively. Along with Bu Fan’s identity, his unprecedented methods of attack quickly became the focus of heated discussion.

Zhao Yi hadn’t expected his lady to put such importance on Meng Shaohui, even going so far as to send Chai Hu to keep tabs on him. Still, he knew very well there were some questions he could ask, and others that were not his to ask. He simply replied, “Yes.”

Guo Xin, dazed and distracted, seemed to have been frightened by Ying Min. She released her grip on Wu Feng’s arm, crouched beside them with her hands over her head, trembling in fear. Despite the excruciating pain, Ying Min had to catch his breath and comfort Guo Xin.

“You dare threaten me? Don’t you know I possess a treasure beyond your imagination? This is a primal chaos relic once wielded by a sage—the Azure Apple Sword!” Lady Jinling said coldly.

The men in particular could no longer conceal their excitement, their expressions betraying their eagerness.

Under the moonlight, Wu Yi, gradually coming under control, occasionally shook his head as he made his way toward Tang Wanting’s room.

Suddenly, wave after wave... the zombie Imperial Guard swarmed out like locusts, one after another—one, two, ten, a hundred, thousands, tens of thousands—pouring forth in an unstoppable tide.

The reason was simple: enraged by massive losses, Elby had dispatched his final twenty thousand troops, determined to utterly annihilate the ten thousand dwarves. At this moment, the flanks of these twenty thousand mighty beastmen were left completely exposed to the charging centaur army.

In the blink of an eye, Mu Lingtian had reached the lift, stepped onto it, and soared up the cliffside.

After many adjustments, Hao Hongzhuang finally managed to make both arms the same length. Nodding in satisfaction at his handiwork, he regarded his work with pride.

Her words were easily understood. After all, most of those who had achieved unity with the Dao still lived; rebuilding the Star Realm would be far easier than giving rise to a new Lord God.

The events of last time resurfaced in Yue Lingyou and Tang Wanting’s minds. Though still separated by some distance, both could see the murderous intent in each other’s eyes.