Chapter 88: Beheading

Honored ministers, what do you make of what happened this morning?

Under the shy blush of the noble consort in white, the consort in yellow imitated Emperor Qin Xiao’s voice as she spoke.

Your Majesty, the matter has become troublesome. I fear that the only way to truly settle it is with an edict of self-reproach, said the aged Grand Tutor Wei Shuyuan, frowning.

He was a man of the conservative faction, and even if...

Huh? Isn’t that Liu Pingfan? Mu Zhilong exclaimed in surprise, staring at Liu Pingfan, who had leaned halfway out and was firing with effortless flair.

When Leng Zibing woke again, she happened to hear the flight attendant announce that the plane was about to land. She blinked. They were here already?

Liu Pingfan shook his head and gave her shoulder a push, shoving her aside as though too lazy to bother.

Wu Ting opened his eyes! His heart surged with excitement. He had learned yet another peerless art in this way, and it was not something comparable to his own half-baked Blood-Slaying Finger Astral Force. This was a supreme technique created by an emperor, one that had accompanied that emperor in conquering the world. Among all the heavens and lands, only a handful of imperial arts could stand beside it.

Why are you trying to leave all of a sudden?

A voice came from behind him. Huo Long frowned, halted, and turned to glare at Zheng Lun on the steps.

This sailboat was actually the Xingtian sailboat he had once seen in a projection. He had not expected Xingtian’s body to appear here. Yet thinking it over, Du Gu Ming felt somewhat relieved. After all, Xingtian was evil, and he could sense the presence of evil. Once the demonic law released its baleful aura, it would inevitably draw Xingtian here.

Step by step, Yan Mingbing could be said to have become utterly familiar with architecture. Whether in vision or in design, he felt that he had long since surpassed architecture itself.

The duel ended. Liu Pingfan needed only two and a half moves to kill that boastful fellow, leaving the Thunder Tiger on the opposite side deeply shaken.

By convention, in a situation like this, Shaka should have conceded. After all, he had lost an arm and shed a great deal of blood; his energy had nearly dropped to empty in an instant.

This was the River of the Netherworld. The waters were terrifying beyond measure, and no cultivator who fell in had ever come out alive. By the time their bodies were seen again, they had already become part of the drifting corpses of the River of the Netherworld.

Next comes the debut performance of my Divine Warrior. Everyone watching, please take note: Divine Warrior No. 1, transform!

I am her father.

The words of the middle-aged police officer struck Zhang Shaofei hard in the heart. Damn it, Mu Qingxue’s father? What is going on? Did I leave home without checking the calendar? How did I run into her father of all people? If Mu Qingxue’s father won’t agree to us being together, what am I supposed to do then?

The wealthy woman instinctively lifted her hands to shield her chest. Then, slowly, she relaxed. The pallor on her exquisite face, once drained of all life, gradually vanished like smoke.

The one sitting on the dragon throne beside the Judge Angel, Kair.

An amused smile touched Yang Mugu’s lips. “What is there to see in a hairpin?” He took it over, then suddenly said in surprise, “Eh? Though it is only a wooden hairpin, why is it so light?” With a gentle snap of his fingers, the hairpin broke open at once, revealing two slips of paper inside. One was already rather old, while the other was brand new.

There was only one tea attendant in the teahouse, already advanced in years. He looked to be sixty or seventy, with white hair and unsteady feet. When he saw Ah Shui and the others, he hurriedly rose to greet them.

Facing the Green Lion’s ferocious slash, Sun Wukong did not dare be careless either. He lifted both legs and thrust his staff downward, driving it squarely into the blade, pinning it fast.

I turned my head only then to discover that another tiger stood behind me. Yet this tiger was unlike the others. Not only was its body twice the size, but every inch of it was covered in dense scales. And on the end of its tail was a sharp black barb, which looked to be coated in deadly poison.