Chapter 73 His Majesty Has Taken Another Life

The gathered ministers were a mix of confusion and unease, each lost in their own thoughts.

On the parade ground—

"You, fight him!" Chen Zhibao pointed at a pampered young lord and a rough, plainly dressed man.

The man's face was honest and rugged, his dark complexion set off by bright, lively eyes.

"Sir, I was..."

The speech continued. Ling Huohuo had no extraordinary oratory skill, but his words captivated the crowd, especially after the dramatic opening. With Bai Huang assisting at his side, the entire venue was swept up in the momentum.

Nie Feng sat cross-legged, refining spiritual energy, while the Fire Qilin lounged in the stone chamber filled with Blood Bodhi, nibbling on ice cream as it waited.

The system that collected negative emotions had not been invented by Elbow, but he had certainly popularized it. He made this genre noteworthy, and it was thanks to him that I realized the brilliance of such a system.

Even with a hopeless hand, one could play masterfully. Chu Hang played ten consecutive rounds as the landlord and won each one with ease.

“Ling Jun, it’s been a long time. My full name is Toyotomi Hideya, elder sister of Toyotomi Shurei.” Toyotomi Hideya greeted Ling Huohuo.

“A budget of thirty-five million for the film, and I have absolute confidence in it. My previous movies generated over a hundred million in revenue!” Wu Xiaozu admitted without a trace of humility.

Shu Yin judged him silently. He already saw himself as both the weapon and prey for striking at Yang Shaojun.

Clapping his hands, Ling Huohuo glanced around, searching for a tool. His gaze landed on the frying pan hanging from the rack... He’d heard frying pans could stop bullets.

Though the Immortal felt little emotion, it became noticeably more focused in the face of the erupting Fire Source.

Behind the door, faint sounds could be heard, discordant with Shencheng’s upbeat main theme, casting serious doubt on the soundproofing of this top-tier restaurant—and raising questions about how the privacy of its esteemed guests could be protected.

His calculations against Chen Feng had been decisive; now, having failed, he admitted it just as decisively—open and aboveboard, never dragging things out.

Su Han hadn’t yet replied, but He Fei jumped in first, “We’re old friends, Huang! Don’t doubt it; there’s a story behind it.” Huang’s expression turned even more curious. “Is that so?”

This was Xie Yeyu’s suggestion for Liu Ruyan. Though he had no designs on Demon-Sealing Valley at present, who could say what the future held? It was always wise to keep a contingency.

Without considering talent disparities or the nature of divine power, the multiplier of raw energy was about a hundredfold! Such was the might of divine power.

Ren Jian had asked Su Han this question before, and she had always answered him seriously and thoughtfully. In truth, what she wanted was very simple.

“Of course, to resist the Insect Clan and the Divine Clan…” President Martin suddenly broke off, falling silent.

They all thought in unison: Xi Xichen must be gravely wounded, or else Third Young Master wouldn’t be so uneasy—almost fearful.

At half past eight, Caesar entered the Xi household with her belongings. Moments later, she and Xi Xichen left together.

Jiang Han never put away the Divine Farmer’s Ruler, for it continued to glow as before. Upon closer inspection, he noticed a fragment beside the hippo; it looked to be another piece of the Divine Farmer’s Ruler, pulsing with the same frequency as the one in his hand.

Such actions puzzled everyone; they watched Zhao Kai, uncertain of his intentions.

But Zhao Kai was merely the deputy commander of Nan County, with authority only in that region. Among the ranks of officials in the Great Qin, he was little more than a deputy county-level functionary. No matter his status as Imperial Tutor, many found him somewhat hard to accept.