Chapter 70: The Prestige of the Immortal (Please Subscribe!)

After entering, Mo Xun didn’t dare waste any time. He carried a large box of red envelopes from the inner room and set it on the table.

Zhuo Jun, upon hearing over the phone that the Divine Envoy Mercenary Group had arrived, found an excuse to step outside with Sakura Dance. During the bidding, Zhuo Jun had seen Madman, Mischief, and Rogue; after meeting them, he was introduced to Yun Zhi and Yin Tong as well.

With Gangdou’s reminder, Meng Xingchen felt his spirits soar, as though all worries and hardships had vanished without a trace.

Adams had several local mercenaries under his command, making it much more convenient to delegate such tasks to them.

Now, her grandfather had exhausted his vital energy in order to abolish her powers. One must understand that his health was no longer as robust as it had been sixteen years ago. After such a heavy blow to his vitality, how could he possibly recover in just a few days?

The Great Zhi Dynasty, recognizing the gravity of the situation, began preparations. After consulting with the Cloudmist Sword Sect, they decided to awaken all their ancestors and signed an alliance for mutual aid in wartime: should the dynasty be attacked, the Cloudmist Sword Sect would come to their aid without reservation.

For An Yining to enter alongside Young Master Rong, she must have a special relationship with him. Even Zeng Jingxian couldn’t help casting her a few glances.

Having advanced in cultivation, Li Jing was no longer afraid of the sinister young man nearby and resumed practicing the “Dragon’s Roar in the Nine Heavens” divine technique.

Only without flaw can the sharpest sword technique be forged. It was then that Meng Xingchen realized why the Demon God had chosen this moment to send his father back—it was to perfect the Ruined Sword, so that Meng Xingchen could unleash his most complete and devastating strike, shattering the shackles of fate. For this, he felt a surge of gratitude toward the Demon God.

Jun Yao, observing carefully, noticed someone leaping between the trees like an ape, deftly avoiding the man-high underbrush and tangled weeds below.

Zhixin swayed his head from side to side, almost wishing he had a tail to wag in delight. “Zhixin can’t be delayed, Madam loves Zhixin, but if Zhixin is delayed, Madam will love Zhixin even more!”

Tang Zhong clenched his fists—he had no way to battle the Azure Emperor now. To go would be suicide, and the entire universe had fallen into a passive state.

RB Leipzig, playing at home, continued with their 4-4-2 formation. Compared to the last match, there were only three changes in the starting lineup.

However, Guardiola hoped to win the FA Cup at the end of the month and joked that while Arsenal could take the Premier League and Champions League titles, the FA Cup should belong to Manchester City.

On the note, it read: “Love what I choose, choose what I love.” Was this a confession? How unexpected. She typed a quick reply and sent it off. She wondered what his expression would be upon reading it. She was looking forward to it, though she would never see it.

The escort for the Luo family was the Weilang Escort Agency, known for traversing various countries. Luo Zhen himself brought along ten robust guards of the Luo family, and ever at his side was the loyal maid Wan Su.

Jue Wushen bristled at the remark. This was, after all, the headquarters of his Wushen Palace in the Central Plains—it wasn’t some public restroom to come and go as one pleased!

“I didn’t mean His Majesty,” Wang Cheng’en stammered. “I only feared His Majesty might think I was currying favor… You’ve left me confused, Your Majesty.” He was so flustered he nearly stamped his foot.

“Bring in the prisoner!” Li Zicheng commanded in a deep voice. Two burly soldiers opened the cage and dragged Prince Fu before the seat, one on each side. “Kneel!” they barked. Overcome with terror, Prince Fu’s legs gave way and he collapsed to the floor.

Even a battle-hardened general like Hong Yi, faced with two men handsome enough to be drama leads, found his breath quicken and was at a loss for words.

“Sigh, you always lead the conversation astray. If we keep chatting like this, who knows when we’ll get to the point?” Xuan Che remarked shamelessly.

At this moment, word spread through the company that their boss had appeared again. Employees rushed out, eager to see what their enigmatic employer actually looked like—after all, it would give them something to boast about in future conversations.

Hearing her sobs, Han Qingjue gently stroked her back, feeling a pang of pity. Watching the scoundrel who had stood up draw his sword and lunge at him, Han Qingjue scooped up Qiu Yue with one arm as her body trembled.

Now you must know what I saw when I first opened my eyes! When I awoke, I saw the five of them lying on the bed, none of them clothed, and there were traces of blood between their legs. I didn’t have to think to know what had happened.

“Are you satisfied?” the man asked, taking a final drag on his cigarette and grinding it out on the table.

A horse or a mule must be led out to see what it’s worth! No point worrying—let’s see what kind of ability user he really is.

In that instant, mother and son’s thoughts tangled in confusion, and a tense silence fell over the room.

Watching Ding Jiuxi nearly bounce away, Xuan Che suddenly realized how childish he was being, getting into petty squabbles with a girl who, after all, was only thirteen.