Volume One, Chapter Eighty-Nine: Underestimating It

"You little rascal, pretending to be clueless when you know exactly what's going on? I'll teach you! I'll teach you to play dumb!" Fang Qin grabbed Zhang Weidong's ear with one hand, and with the other, pinched him mercilessly.

“Hiss... Sister Qin, what are you doing?” Zhang Weidong gasped in pain, opened his drunken eyes, and managed to free his ear from Fang Qin’s grasp.

On the second day after returning to the palace, Shen Tingnian came back from paying her respects. She had Suiyan retrieve her paintings from the South Terrace, intending to categorize and inscribe them, transforming them into scrolls for safekeeping.

No matter how naive Liu Rongmiao might be, she knew that Madam Gong’s madness and foolishness were all an act, meant to confuse and fool those plotting against her, and to ensure her smooth entry into the Yan family, so she could better keep an eye on Uncle Li.

In other words, even if Di Xin spent millions of years in the Shrouded Heaven world, only less than a day would have passed in the Flooded Wilderness world when he returned.

On the rooftop of a nearby tall building, the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm sat on the eaves. With its exaggerated spiritual power, it had already locked onto Dai Mubai’s location and had been observing for quite some time.

Princess Elia was anxious and distressed. She knew where Xiao Jian had gone, but after so long, she was beginning to feel afraid.

Others came forward to inquire as well. For the warriors of the Heroic Legion, Guan Yu had imparted martial arts to them all.

As everyone was raising their glasses and exchanging drinks, suddenly there was a loud crash—the wooden door of the village chief’s house fell to the ground.

Gong Cheng at first didn’t believe it, but when he saw these two come out of the bathroom together, even he knew enough to avoid suspicion. He truly wanted to knock himself out with a wine bottle to escape the awkwardness.

For a while, it was impossible to tell how much time had passed. Wu Zhen seemed to be circling the same spot, his footprints all over the ground beneath him.

Li Leyun’s beauty was among the finest in the entire Divine Realm. Such a delicate and charming maiden attracted countless talented young men, but in Li Moying’s eyes, she was no different from any ordinary person—when he struck, he showed no mercy.

Qingcheng smiled, took the wine jar from Changge’s hand, drank a mouthful, and her already slightly tipsy mind became even more feverish and flushed from the stimulation.

Zhao Gaohan was slightly stunned when Su Molian asked him, recalling for a moment but finding nothing particularly noteworthy.

Xi Duo was like a puppet throughout, raising her hand when told, looking so foolish that it was clear she hadn’t recovered yet.

Now that she had cut off all paths forward, these two brothers were destined to become mortal enemies, never able to resolve their conflict.

In the blink of an eye, the lightning had already reached him. Cui Yuanshan did everything he could to defend himself, activating all his profound energy to protect his body.

Shen Shu glanced at the powerful man sitting beside her, secretly observing him. In truth, aside from forcing her to offer herself, he was truly an ideal husband in every other respect.

He belittled Xia Yimo as worthless, and Mu Jingchen’s smile grew even wider.

“Numbers don’t matter. A mountain man has his own clever ways. In a moment, I’ll kill them all.” Zhang Yang picked up a large axe and rested it on his shoulder, brimming with confidence.

Zeus exerted all his strength. When he landed, he nearly lost his balance. The ground continued to tremble and split, cracks spreading endlessly. The Witch City was now completely destroyed.

“Good!” With that, Zhang Yang sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, connected his mind to his body, and began to examine his internal state.

At this moment, realizing his opponent was this divine beast, the Elder of Tuhe’s expression immediately turned sour.

At night, Huang Rangyu lit the candles. The mansion was very quiet. Xuan Yi was nowhere to be found; in fact, he hadn’t appeared all day. Recently, he was always absent, and no one knew what he was up to.

Xuanji studied under Li Yuan, the only disciple of the God of War. Her cultivation was evident, and even more so after she fell into the demonic path. In the Demon Realm, which values strength above all, she firmly held one of the Four Demon King positions. Xuanji’s combat power... is far beyond mine.