Volume One, Chapter 22: Urging Him to Ascend the Throne

The original scene was immediately frozen in place by the Nine Heavens Mirror, but Zhang Yunyao showed no intention of fleeing. The energy around him rapidly surged and expanded. In the next moment, a figure charged at him—it was Huang Ziqi, who had been keeping a close eye on him. With a swift hand strike, he pierced Zhang Yunyao’s chest.

After a while, An’an’s expression appeared exhausted. She lifted her head, the weariness in her eyes impossible to hide. She glanced at Jian Chen, then shifted her gaze toward Hua Xiangrong.

So, it was time to show them the darkness outside, and then compare it to the happy life in Haichao City. Then these people would no longer waste their days worrying about trivial matters.

“What? Qin Yang?” Upon hearing Qin Yang’s name, every martial artist’s face was filled with shock, as if they had seen a ghost.

“If you won’t speak, then I’ll say it for you. Gaining the White Tiger serves two purposes: first, the White Tiger represents the Way of the King; second, obtaining the essence and blood of the White Tiger can prolong life and enhance one’s power.”

But as he saw the newcomer clearly, the anger on his face turned into helplessness.

The demon lords of the Immortal Mountain all made their moves, striking directly at the Blood Ancestor Sect’s strong warriors, instantly wiping out a third of the enemy.

Madam Wu nodded, then moved her chopsticks, picking up a bite of food. She chewed slowly and thoughtfully.

Alas, the three days they had agreed upon had long passed, yet the emperor showed no signs of awakening.

Cripple Gu chuckled softly, “I’m not short of that money. In the Ye family, that’s just the life of an emperor. Besides, I only moved my lips and made sixty thousand.”

Moreover, he had a college student’s online entrepreneurship project here, which could be declared upward for tax exemption.

Looking at Tang Yuehua slumped in the corner of the carriage, her face showing fatigue, A Lan, Xue Fei, and Liu Erlong felt both worried and helpless.

Actually, I can’t quite say where my unease comes from, nor am I certain it’s Lei Hu.

Lin Ze couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows. He was somewhat surprised that the school board would let him off so easily. However, the fact that Ang Re could use the word spirit within the confines of the rules was a bit unexpected, yet not entirely shocking.

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Meanwhile, the world-changing progress bar had risen from the original 7% to now 31%, increasing at about 6% per month—a rather slow pace.

I called for Zuo Zizi to come in. As soon as she entered, I threw a punch. Sure enough, she reached out quickly. After a few moves, I stopped.

A man wearing the green jersey of the Beijing Guoan team dashed swiftly from the emergency exit to the second floor. With a kick, he smashed open the monitoring room door, shattered the panel of the surveillance equipment, and deftly pulled out two wires. Sparks flew as an overload of current completely fried the device.

San Qi lay on the ground, still clutching his cane tightly in his left hand. His right hand pressed firmly against his abdomen, where a dagger was embedded with its blade fully buried inside. Bright red blood was steadily flowing from the wound.

With a sharp whistle, a steel knife sliced through the air and embedded itself into the stone wall beside Wan Funian. Stone chips and sparks scattered, as if casting a petrification spell. Wan Funian’s eyes widened in terror, frozen in place.

Yang Sichang, who had expected imperial praise, was momentarily stunned by the increasingly cold words and interrogations from Emperor Chongzhen.

Still, he reminded Zhou Zhi that if the pain didn’t lessen, she must inform them immediately.

Relying on connections, Guo Wei secured automotive repair contracts from several insurance companies, which was his primary source of income.

However, just as she raised her hand, Xue Rui bit down on her chopsticks, startling her.

Not saving lives was one thing, but making sarcastic remarks here was another. Zhou Penghao was about to retort angrily but was stopped by a cold breeze brushing over his lips, causing pain on his face. Remembering how Zhao Yingran had beaten him mercilessly just now, as if on stimulants, he felt utterly pathetic.

Wang Pangzi’s possession of spatial abilities was a secret he couldn’t reveal to anyone—not even his close friend Hu Bayi.

Tinsley had prepared thoroughly for this match and immediately adopted close defense. He knew that confrontation was Tony Parker’s weakness.

First, he learned from Elder Qiao Shan that his ancestor was a tomb raider, and this identity was mysteriously passed down to him. He had also unwittingly learned many ‘skills.’

Given their performance, Ajige, heavily laden with spoils, left a sign near the Great Wall reading “No Official Escort Required” before departing, which became one of the greatest humiliations since the founding of the Ming dynasty.

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Chen Xuan now knew that Wang Dianli was deceiving him, but the county magistrate’s words might not be entirely truthful either.

Although Jaswen had this plan, Qin Hao hadn’t invited her, so she could only leave in her car.

Su Qing kicked the city management officer hard, sending him flying far away. He lay on the ground, screaming in pain.

His combined attack was executed in one smooth, continuous motion, almost without pause.

Finally, all the sword souls surged into Ye Hongchang’s body, and a terrifying, unparalleled power began to brew.

Martin stood over 1.8 meters tall, holding a longbow in his right hand, his left hand on the string, ready to strike at any moment.

But that one hand was like iron tongs—if he didn’t struggle, it was tolerable; if he did, it would painfully clamp down.

Besides, he had plenty of time. At worst, he wouldn’t go to Jade Country this year. After finishing things here, he would head straight home for the New Year.

Because the dishes before him were none of his favorites; in fact, he found them extremely repulsive.

In a room of a certain building, Xia He suddenly sat up from bed, gasping for fresh air, her eyes filled with endless terror.

“There’s also the island to the southeast. The trackers feared alerting the enemy, so they didn’t follow onto the island. The exact situation is still unknown. I’m thinking maybe we should go take a look?” Long’er suggested.

Lin Fan listened attentively, deeply curious. The rewards in the Wilderness Prison had already greatly fascinated him; as the headquarters of all sub-prisons, their generosity must be even greater.