Volume One, Chapter 26: Scolding the Father Before His Son

Yun Jin forced her way past Su Zhong’s obstruction with her own body and entered the Chonghua Hall. At the doorway of the inner chamber, she ignored even the emperor, walked straight in, and delivered the medicinal herbs to Su Jinxi.

This human tragedy did not occur on the battlefield, but befell unarmed civilians and wounded soldiers and prisoners who had laid down their arms; it was a rare act of inhumanity and a violation of the laws of war.

“You choose for yourselves: do you want Huang Lili to die before your very eyes, or will you trade your own lives for hers?” Huang Jianfei’s smile faded as he fixed Zhao Tiezhu and Aunt Wang with a cold, menacing gaze.

Thus, an earth-shattering conspiracy was secretly being plotted within this remote manor.

Outwardly, they said nothing, but in their hearts they cursed themselves thoroughly—why hadn’t they stooped to pick up a few pieces back then?

The houses in Yulin Village were not close together; it took about five minutes on foot to reach the next home. Not far ahead were fields of rice planted by the villagers, appearing nearly ready for harvest.

Only then did Wang Guihua realize how naïve she had been in the face of Zhu Zaoshan’s threats; she had thought that leaping into the Han River would free her from danger, but now it was clear this was nothing but a reckless impulse.

Looking at Su Manqian, Xiao Bohan felt a hollowness and lonely sorrow—was this truly the outcome he had sought?

But what was her name? Lin Yuming could not recall at all. After a moment’s thought, he suddenly realized—this must be Shen Yuling, the leader of the sales team outside the city who hadn’t shown up yesterday. Yes, it could only be her; only she would dare act so brazenly.

Qin Wu had never seen him so angry before. Watching him storm downstairs and drive away, she grew even more puzzled.

The fact that Yu Qian was a high-level curse master alone would be enough to crush the Hehuan family, whose only talent was a mid-level awakened one. What’s more, Yu Qian had the powerful Gu Yu family behind her, a giant compared to the Hehuans—the difference between the radiance of a full moon and a firefly, an unfathomable gulf.

On the auction platform, a cart covered with a red cloth was wheeled out. As the red cloth was lifted by the Spirit Fox, a steel cage was revealed, standing stark before the crowd, with twelve figures upright inside.

“Our boss isn’t here, and besides, you’re not here for rent—you’re after protection money!” An elderly security guard looked at them and spoke up.

After saying this, Su Xin heard Mu Chen give a satisfied chuckle. She couldn’t help but smile. Now Mu Chen wouldn’t be jealous of Su Zi anymore, would he? Though what she’d said was true, one had to know how to wield it; for handling Mu Chen, this trick worked best.

Having been beaten for no reason and having her expensive red woolen coat dirtied, how could Lin Mei just leave it at that?

“Haha, just joking, bro, you go on! You can tell this guy’s up to no good at a glance!” Saying this, He Neng nodded and left.

With a single kick, he sent two men tumbling down the stairs. A sudden slap shattered the jaws of three bodyguards. With a graceful spin, he easily broke the legs of five more men.

He skillfully tidied up the remaining evidence from the floor, packed everything the CEO had instructed him to deliver to Ji Yuyou into a bag, and left without the slightest hesitation or guilt, off to disturb the peacefully sleeping Doctor Zhang.

But the force of this kick was far beyond what it had anticipated. True, the blow sent it flying a great distance, but it was so powerful that its entire body was embedded deeply into a distant mountain, like a massive boulder.

Andrei doubled over in agony, clutching his groin tightly as inhuman cries of pain escaped his lips.

It was Qing Lin, who gathered the power of the sun in his hand to forge a sword of energy—the strongest sword of all time—and, facing the Lord of the Stars, unleashed the final cut to quell the chaos.

Luo Sansheng had long since become an Eight-Seal Divine Emperor of the Sacred Domain, and possessed the indestructible Golden Divine Bell. Yet he was old now, his vitality faded.

This Tianpeng truly lived up to being the only one of his many disciples who knew how to seize an advantage. Even when Taihao himself mastered the laws of space, he had not dared to let Wang Hao instruct him.

He did this, in truth, to protect his elder brother, for none knew the terror of Xing Jiu better than he. His willingness to step forward and smooth things over showed that he did not wish his brother to come to harm.

He could wait no longer! Han Dong decided to set out immediately, to teach the arrogant Apple TV station a lesson at the courthouse.

Some were reduced to ashes in the brutal flames of those two single-eyed beasts; some died miserably under their sharp fangs and claws.

In the next instant, the man drew his bow—the six Ice Soul Arrows, brimming with destructive force, shot straight for the six golden crows hovering in the sky.

Han Dong and Shang Qian had barely walked a few dozen meters when they could still hear Hu Jinping barking like a dog behind them. Well, if a few knife wounds can’t finish off Hu Jinping, Han Dong might as well write his own surname backwards.

Her body unexpectedly soared into the sky, appearing instantly dozens of meters above the ground.

Gu Changhe’s aura suddenly surged to its peak, making it feel as though the heavens themselves were shrouded by a celestial curtain. The oppression in the air was overwhelming.

Fang Yuan tore down the courtyard walls, used earth magic to solidify the ground, and placed the large shelves where the walls had been, fusing them securely to the earth.

Besides, hadn’t he left the professional scene less than three months ago? Wasn’t that just when he himself had first started playing King of Glory?

In the nick of time, Song army’s valiant general Yang Keshi charged in with his troops, rescuing Guo Yaoshi from encirclement and saving him from disaster.