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He Mian had always despised being threatened. It had been many years since he last tasted the bitterness of being at a disadvantage like this.

Time slipped by, second after second.

Madam Duran could afford to gamble with the lives of loyal servants, but he could not wager Su Yun's safety. He knew all of this might well be Madam Duran’s fabrication, but what if it wasn’t? If anything happened to Su Yun, even dragging the entire Duran family down with her would not ease the hatred burning in his heart. This confrontation...

Mo Liang cast a sidelong glance at Chu Xuhua. As much as she wanted to end the life of this thirteenth prince here and now, there were simply too many witnesses. If the thirteenth prince were to die an unnatural death, it would surely spark a tremendous storm. In that case, Mo Liang herself would be drawn into grave trouble—she might even be hunted down and killed.

As she cradled Wang Yi’s body, she could feel it gradually decaying; with each bit that withered away, the skeleton beneath grew ever more perfect.

Tiao Tianbian was formidable, and with Xia Tian manipulating him so skillfully, the upper hand was hard to seize. But Hu Meiniang found Xia Tian’s weakness—his inability to resist feminine charms—leaving him at a disadvantage. All he could do was put Tiao Tianbian away and charge forward with his fists instead.

“What is that? The legendary Azure Dragon! The ancient divine beast, the Azure Dragon, condensed from sword intent alone. This Grand Swordsmanship is terrifying—it can even conjure forth an Azure Dragon!” The disciple in black was stunned, his face a tangle of emotions.

Now that no one was holding him back, he could unleash his full strength. Two mid-stage Golden Core experts were nothing to him as he summoned a technique he hadn’t used in ages.

Suddenly, something felt wrong. A suffocating discomfort welled up in his chest. Since when had they begun treating each other with such formality? It was so polite, it made his skin crawl.

Xu Da glanced left and right. Xia Tian was enveloped in flames—he couldn’t be harmed. Xu Da had to settle for second best and glanced at the Lihuo Cauldron. Right now, with Xia Tian shrouded in fire, he surely couldn’t see what was happening outside. Seizing his chance, Xu Da dashed towards the Lihuo Cauldron.

But Hu Meiniang knew she was the only one here capable of handling He Zhong, so she fought with reckless abandon. If it weren’t for the sixth-grade defensive treasure Xia Tian had given her, she would have perished long ago.

“I did not!” Ding Ge put on an almost haughty expression and even cast a flirtatious wink at Luo Yixuan.

Inside the engine compartment, there was neither diesel nor coal—only trays neatly stacked with spirit stones.

“Of course, this weight-loss formula has no side effects, but you must exercise for the best results,” Su Qian explained.

“I was just expressing a feeling. If you think I was talking about you, there’s nothing I can do,” Jia Ning said, feigning nonchalance.

After showering, Zhou Xuan had breakfast with Wu Jin. He had no appetite at all—after just a sip of porridge, he couldn’t eat another bite.

Jia Ning asked a bit more about Lin Yudong, learning that he’d graduated from the Political and Law University of X City, had his practice certificate for three years, and was now at the Zhongzhi Law Firm.

Chen Ran’s words caught Xun Yu off guard. He nodded, understanding what Chen Ran meant. Still, he couldn’t help but feel a hint of anticipation. He, too, wanted to see what kind of different Yangzhou Chen Ran had spoken of.

Empress Dowager He’s words left everyone dumbfounded. None of them had expected her to actually agree with the decision to move the capital. They found it difficult to comprehend.

“I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s just that the news was a bit hard to digest at first,” Zhou Xuan said, still holding Wu Jin’s arm.

Liu Xiaoxiao was full of admiration as well. This cave, after just a single turn, felt like stepping into another world. What unfolded before them was a realm of magical wonder.

“It’s very good. Here, have some sweet and sour ribs.” Wang Qingping picked up a piece of ribs and placed it in Zhou Xuan’s bowl.

The moment Jiang Fan, the Ghost King’s “Ghost Bone Whirlwind Blade,” was shattered, he realized he had provoked a star of misfortune he should never have crossed. But by then, it was far too late for regret.