Chapter 38: Wishing to See the Verdict

At the very least, he believed that after fully and appropriately unleashing his various martial techniques, he would not be without a fighting chance even when facing Qin Yuanxu in person—and Qin Yuanxu was himself an exceptional elite among those of high status.

Suddenly, a series of explosions rang out, the air filled with the tremors they produced. It sounded as if the shells had landed about three or four hundred meters to our left.

At that time, Zhao Xuan had not only instructed Ye Hongji and his associates, the weapons firm, Wu Qingyun, and even Dirk in the United States, but also the Fang family back home to all join forces in doing their utmost to suppress any information related to Zhao Xuan from those scene photographs.

Being awakened from a sound sleep in the morning is undoubtedly infuriating, but when the person rushing into the Grand Marshal’s mansion with a telegram is Chief of General Staff Jiang Fangzhen, that is another matter entirely.

"That puts my mind at ease," Huang Yunzhi said, a weight lifting from her heart as her expression softened.

Back then, in order to contend with the Qing Dynasty's Beiyang Fleet, Japan had ordered this 3,600-ton cruiser from France, equipped with four 240mm guns and seven 150mm guns, only for it to go missing on its way home. Who would have thought that as time passed, it would appear before the Chinese Navy today in such a manner?

Clearing his throat slightly, Han Wu felt a touch of regret as he saw his two colleagues remain silent. Their purpose in coming was singular: it was for his sake.

The Qin and Chen families were joined by a political marriage, both wishing to grow stronger and more influential. Later on, Qin Hu was little more than a wastrel, practically good for nothing; one could say he had brought total disgrace to the Marquis of Champion’s estate.

As for my idea of ruling this Saint Valen star system so that there would henceforth be only one voice, Intelligence Minister Jaeger seemed less than optimistic. He opposed me immediately upon hearing the proposal.

I sighed helplessly, unscrewed the bottle cap, and downed the red liquid in one go. Though I didn’t know the formula, it tasted excellent—sweet, tart, and with a hint of peppermint.

I suspect that if an impeachment were filed, the elders of the clan would be absolutely furious and give them a sound thrashing.

***

It seems Chu Huaishan has finally thrown in the towel; he has simply given up on this shrew he has long grown weary of.

"Hmph." A-Heng’s blade-like gaze carved into Ge Erdan, startling the latter into taking two involuntary steps backward. To dare mock his Nanxiang—it seemed he was tired of living.

Elsewhere, Yao Yue, spurred by desperation as several hounds chased her, had a sudden flash of inspiration and fled blindly into the stables.

Yu Wanwan cast an indifferent glance around the room. Black and white dominated the decor—minimalist and understated. There were no ornaments on the walls, leaving the space feeling empty and cold, much like the impression her husband gave off.

If he lost the chance to train under his master, he would no longer be able to live as a martial artist; he would likely resign himself to becoming an ordinary person.

This night was destined to be sleepless. Tossing and turning until the dawn began to stir, Qin Kexia finally drifted into a hazy slumber, only to be awakened by noises from downstairs before she could fall into a deep sleep.

Up ahead, the flat-headed man, his spine pierced by a three-foot blade, took in the cruelty Qiu Zhongjiu inflicted upon the other two. His heart turned to ash, and he suddenly began to envy the man who had his neck snapped in the very first strike.

"Mr. You, may I ask, was it you who saved Su Fan this morning at the Qiao residence?" Kong Xuemin could not help but ask You Potian.

The other party seemed to possess a strange power capable of entering his mental realm and shaking his resolve. After his lips twitched a few times and he was left in a cold sweat of lingering fear, he ultimately said nothing.

Li Daniu did not respond; without turning his head, he pointed to the aisle beside him, signaling Zhang Kui'er to move over and sit.

"Drained of all her blood by Rilade..." Her reply was indeed prompt, as if she had rehearsed it a thousand times, without a hint of hesitation.

***

Mou Mou didn't even want to speak; she just nodded incessantly while pointing back and forth between herself and Liang Yin.

Even if we wanted to destroy the Abernathy family, now is not the time; at the very least, we must have a comprehensive plan and strategy.

Zhao Yi lowered his head and cast a glance at Mayor Su Yue. His complexion was as pale as snow, his eyebrows arched like the character for "eight," and his veins stood out like boiling bubbles—this was certainly no good omen.

Yet, no matter how I raved and rages, Rilade held me tight, one hand supporting my waist, the other patting my back, all the while affectionately nuzzling his cold cheek against mine.

The Ancient God Domain that Ling Yuhang had just unleashed was an exceptionally profound killing technique. Only by cultivating every Star Art to perfection could one form such a lethal domain.

Below the Great Powerhouses were many experts in the Refining Dao stage; whether they could seize the Heavenly Star God’s Meteor would depend on their own abilities.

Finally, Han Ye shifted his feet and walked toward Shangguan Wan'er, step by step, unhurried, his eyes never straying from her beautiful face for a single moment.

Bi Zhu looked on in astonishment, never having imagined she could escape the fate of a slave in this lifetime. She had never even dared to dream of such a thing, and for a moment, she was left speechless, forgetting to express her gratitude or even what to say.

Su Guiyuan looked at Wu Xiu again, gave a few instructions, waved to his son, and hurriedly departed.