27 The Sentimental Little Spider

At this moment, the heavy curtains of the military tent were rudely swept aside, and Achilles strode in, seating himself in the most prominent spot with the air of a seasoned warrior.

For everyone present, the day’s gladiatorial arena had been a performance of relentless intensity. Whether it was the Imperial Inspector narrowly escaping death at the hands of a monster or the clash between the Crown Prince and the Spartans, every moment provided ample fodder for the nobility and wealthy merchants to gossip about.

This dagger was coated with a potent toxin secreted from his own body. His habit of licking the blade was not merely a quirk; his tongue was perpetually saturated with the poison, and over time, the two had become inextricably fused.

"Heh, truly a hero among the youth. To be able to withstand one of my strikes—it is no wonder that even Yan Long fell at your hands," Fang Que said to Mu Tianchen with a faint, mocking smile.

Outside the palace lay a vast platform, in the center of which stood a statue of the God of War.

Seeing the fierce, ill-intentioned figures approaching, Liu Lu and her companions stepped forward to block their path, preventing them from disturbing Mu Tianchen.

"I understand. I shall head off now. My parents and younger brother are still waiting for me there," Fan Li said immediately upon hearing my words. After offering an apology to us all, she left to continue caring for her family.

Inside the ancient hall, the number of martial practitioners had thinned significantly. Under the pressure of Chen Da’s mid-stage Core Formation cultivation, they had completely lost the will to resist.

Qin Hong’s eyes lit up. He instinctively wanted to stand and have someone begin the experiment immediately, but he was loath to leave Xie Zhi. Xie Zhi thoughtfully said, "Fifth Brother, go attend to your business first." There was no point in discussing the rest now; everything would have to wait until after the great battle.

It was a heaven-sent opportunity to reclaim his true calling. He could not afford to let it slip; once missed, he feared he would never escape the shackles of the inner chambers for the rest of his life.

As time passed, Wuming’s figure vanished from the space. The sword beams shifted into indiscriminate volleys, crashing like wave after wave of silver sea against the purple dam Qin Yong had built with his own body.

Had this temple not possessed historical value, property developers would have long since demolished it to rebuild. As it stood, it was isolated and lonely, with not a single soul left to guard it.

"Furthermore, tell the servants of the Palace of Ultimate Bliss to hold their tongues. If anyone dares to spread nonsense again, the Empress will show no mercy!" Zhang Wanfu shouted with a heavy reprimand before striding away.

Upon receiving the report from Katsu Saburo, Takeda Harunobu hurried to the residence of Lady Koko.

"You don't believe me?" Tang Xi pulled a chair over and sat beside me, asking with a cold, solemn tone. His presence was naturally imposing, and such an expression only brought me immense pressure.

"Thank you, Physician Zeng," Qingshuang responded in a low voice. As she pondered the news Zeng Shaocong had just delivered, the worry between her brows deepened.

Even if Gazidis did not understand the sport well, he knew the importance of Zhang Zhetian to Arsenal. Yet, on one side lay the championship—the highest honor in the sport—and on the other, a substantial transfer fee. A financially healthy Arsenal would go much further.

Xu Chen shouted sharply. The giant blade of heaven-cleaving energy, condensed from the five Chief Swords, sliced through the void and struck down along the beam of light.

"They were fine yesterday; how could they have fainted now? Are you servants failing in your duties?" The Emperor, his leisure disturbed, raised his dragon-brows in dissatisfaction and demanded in a deep voice.

Xu Chen waved his hand, his thoughts shifting. He vanished, maneuvered around his opponent for a moment, and then struck him off the arena platform with a single palm.

Ever since his last foray into the secular world, where he stumbled upon He Zhenyao and discovered the demonic heart within her, Heijia had not left the Demonic Sect.

Watching the security guards collapse one after another, Miao Yiqiu shot a triumphant glance at Yan Feng. "Know the power of this young lady now?"

"Mom, you scared me to death! I’ll take you to the hospital to get checked out right away." Su Yin let out a sigh of relief as she helped her mother up from the ground.

At this moment, the chess piece at the dragon's tail suddenly shattered. The tail lashed out frantically, attempting to strike the piece at the dragon's belly.

Look at you—Xiang Huo had already hidden more than ten meters away, and in the darkness at that, yet you still managed to miss by such a wide margin.

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"It's alright," Yan Feng said, patting her head. This time, she did not pull away; she looked up at him with pleading eyes, shaking her head incessantly.

Moreover, he claimed he was just joking and meant nothing by it, which meant he didn't even think he was wrong. Would he do it again in the future?

Er Dan called out to Pan Yang through a thousand-mile telepathic link, but for some reason, Pan Yang ignored it entirely.

"If you wanted to be yourself, you should have stayed in the countryside to begin with. Don't come back to the Yan residence to bring shame upon us. What kind of sword dance is that? Do you even know how to perform one?" Li Lun’s thin lips curled as he rattled off a string of insults.

If Yan Zhenzhen had been there, she would certainly have recognized that the two men standing like temple guardians were none other than the two cooks she knew so well.

To please those above, one's wares must be exquisite and, more importantly, novel. The more refreshing and innovative they were, the more readily those people would open their purses.

Seeing Zhu Yan disregard royal decorum in such a public setting, Prince Chen was already seething with fury. With no other recourse, he let out a sharp roar and swept his sleeves, leading his entourage away.

A cold, piercing glare was cast toward the manager. It seemed this person was usually just drifting through his duties, failing to even grasp the habits of the models under his charge.

Liu Shuxian felt a surge of terror. In her panic, she raised her hand to block, pushing against the Empress's cup. A sharp "clatter" rang out as the golden cup fell, spilling its contents everywhere.

Tang Beishuang was stunned. This was a knot in his heart, the thing he cared about most, yet Jin Chenyan was using it to threaten him.

Zhang Jiao instinctively slowed his pace, searching for potential dangers. Inadvertently, he glanced downward.

Seeing that he could not be stopped, Steward Lin gave up, sighed, and returned to the house.

"Strange. If this man is Chu Yunlong's cousin, why is the difference so vast? One is gaunt and sallow, while the other is spirited and robust. This is far too..." Pondering this, Wei Yan hurried forward, filled with questions.

"How is this possible? Two six-star Origin Masters couldn't kill him? Is someone helping him?" When Arnov saw Xu Zhe suddenly appear in the fray, his expression shifted.

Dantai Mingyue nodded. It was true; the legendary Emperor Shennong had selflessly tasted a hundred herbs to test for poisons, passing down the great tradition of medicine and teaching agriculture, enabling humanity to eat, clothe themselves, and learn how to treat illnesses with herbal remedies.