Chapter 52: Shouting and Yelling

The emperor suddenly raised an eyebrow and asked, “Let me ask you: since you claim Hua Yuntian humiliated you, then it must have brought him physical pleasure, correct?”
“Your Majesty, do you even realize what you’re saying?” Lady Yang snapped in irritation, letting out a cold huff.
He chuckled. “Of course I know. If you want me to stand up for you, then… In the end, strength is what matters. That so-called system is nothing but a tool for assistance.”
Speaking of assistance, Xiayang suddenly remembered the token Yang Yanxiao carried. It looked rather impressive and was unaffected by heavenly thunder. What could that thing truly be?
Shuangshuang nodded in agreement to the strategic plan of the Gale Lion King. The two demon kings, having revealed their true forms, began to encircle Tang Lichuan from both sides.
“Yu Haoran, there’s no need for thanks. As long as you don’t blame me for taking the initiative, that’s enough.” Seeing that Yu Haoran wasn’t angry, the Tower Spirit let out a sigh of relief, quickly waved his hand, and smiled.
“So, what you’re saying is we should just wait for death?” Xiayang looked at Maeda in disbelief, surprised that even she would say such a thing.
Muxin felt a strange sensation behind her. Her knees nearly buckled, and she almost collapsed onto the large bed. Instantly, her eyebrows shot up, and she shouted at Ye Chen. Yet, as she raised her voice, a faint, pleasurable moan slipped through, betraying her delight.
“May I ask if you are the esteemed Lord Dragon Owl?” Clearly, Tong Huan had heard Fan Qinghai mention this legendary figure just moments ago. He cupped his fists in respect, all traces of previous arrogance gone.
“It’s just these four lines. As long as you deliver them, that’s enough.” The man walked to a candle at the side and burned the piece of paper.
The name “The Blackclad Thieves” was well-known in certain regions. Rumor had it that their leader, Meng Xiao, could summon seventy-two separate bandit factions to his command with a mere wave of his arm.
Waves like tsunamis surged forth, covering the sky as though to swallow the entire world.
Chu Feng was helpless; he could only continue fighting. There was no other way. Looking at the people around him, he had lost his confidence—he was already exhausted beyond measure.
The Dew Pavilion of Nanyang stood by the Han River on a raised platform. The building had three stories, but the third contained only a single room with open corridors on all sides, allowing for panoramic views. It was the tallest structure in Nanyang, and the most renowned tavern. The area around it was filled with brothels and inns, perpetually lively.
I was startled and quickly told An Lingxi to hide somewhere safe. Gripping my sword tightly, I realized I had no choice but to fight. So what if I lost two levels? It wouldn’t be much of a loss. Most players were hovering around level twenty anyway, so even with a two-level penalty, I’d still be among the pros.
Zhong Lingyu had no intention of telling them the real reason for his presence in the mine. They were loyal enough, but still just students. Some things were best left unknown—it could be dangerous. Sometimes, ignorance was safest.
Pei Donglai had been about to remove the tape from Mu Qingyan’s mouth. But when he saw her tense in defense, he stopped in his tracks and spoke in a low voice.
Just as she was about to make a call, the door across the hall opened and Su Yan stepped out. After removing her sunglasses, her expression was far from pleasant.
“So many?” Not only was Gu Changfeng stunned, but even the instructor and Old Dai were taken aback.
“One, two… five… ten…” Though I dodged ten throwing knives, three remained. Two grazed my arms, drawing blood, while the last struck my thigh, sinking in deep.
Gu Qing no longer doubted Li You’s identity. Hearing Li You’s words, she realized things weren’t as complicated as she’d thought. If Li You knew the truth, it would be best for everyone to confront the matter directly.