Chapter 93: A Major Move

"Ancient Martial Aristocratic Family?"

Jiang Estate.

Jiang Chen and Ye Changqing strolled through the garden. Hearing Ye Changqing’s words, Jiang Chen paused in surprise, “To be called an aristocratic family among all the ancient martial clans, their strength must be formidable, right?”

“Yes, the Murong Family.”

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Not to mention Wang Fenglin and his companions, the bloody battles they endured in their youth are beyond the imagination of ordinary martial artists.

A courtesan with a green badge at Mingyue Pavilion became the talk of the entire capital overnight. Yesterday, she attracted so many dignitaries and nobles who flocked to hear her sing, stirring up a great uproar.

So Professor Jason devoted most of the first class to theoretical teaching. Only when he saw that the students had grasped the theory did he allow them to take out their wands and begin experiments.

The Prince of Jing’an’s residence was vast; the prince lived in the main courtyard named Hongxiang Court, personally inscribed by the emperor when the estate was built.

Especially to the west, valleys ideal for fleeing, the mercenary leader nicknamed ‘Police Car’ had personally stationed ambushes.

Yet the steel wire pierced straight through the shield, as if the shield had no effect at all.

Shock made her lips part slightly, her beautiful gray eyes widened, shimmering with moisture.

Bad science fiction... they always like to resurrect dead ‘dogmas’ and intensify them, just to make their own work seem profound.

It’s simple. They are enormous creatures with invincible strength—and equally invincible appetites. Such gigantic hunger has already frightened off other lords, even if they longed for such formidable minions.

Passing by the other’s side, the husky turned to follow behind Yihai, clearly with more to say. It was odd—why not finish speaking earlier? Was it because of the presence of that person, making it inconvenient?

Just then, the Beast-Head Giants seized the opportunity to counterattack, sending waves of panic through the masses. Many abandoned their companions and fled, believing this moment—while the Beast-Head Giants' defenses were not yet established—was the best chance to escape.

“You four, are you all circling around her now?” Several days casually picked up a glass of juice and commented.

Third Uncle took a sip of tea, inwardly wishing for the matter to pass quickly; otherwise, the people wouldn’t have peaceful days.

Watching Dingxiang laugh, Xiao San shook his head in confusion. He’d only spoken the truth—was it wrong?

She stepped forward and patted the villager’s shoulder. He turned around, and upon seeing Dingxiang and her companion, looked as if he’d found his saviors.

This creature resembled a wolf, but with a single horn atop its head and a body far larger than a normal wolf—ten thousand meters long, a thousand meters high.

His sudden serious question made Youyu’s heart tremble again. She acknowledged it inwardly, but still wanted to cling to that last shred of dignity outwardly.

Thus, Rosen managed to sneak in unscathed for the first step, but for what came next, he could only leave it to fate.

Yan Yunxi nearly burst out laughing at these words, but managed to hold back. This man was truly awkward—if he wanted more, he could just say so, instead of pretending to be so noble and righteous.

The unidentified creature lunged suddenly, its hooked hands tearing at Luo Ye’s throat, its strength astonishing, like a mountain crashing down.

Yan Guangwei agreed immediately, and so the group of children headed to the back mountain—a barren place, half an hour’s walk up led to a deserted cemetery.

Lu Bei softly comforted the elderly woman. His voice was as gentle as ever, but he no longer cared about me.