Chapter 84: Starting Anew With You

In front of tens of thousands of people, Deng Mengqi claimed not to know Wang Hong. This was a stinging slap to Wang Hong’s face, and his expression immediately darkened. Witnessing this, Feng Wanqiang’s heart leapt into his throat. How could Deng Mengqi be so foolish as not to recognize Wang Hong? Even if she didn’t know him, surely the fans’ reactions would have hinted at his significance. To snub Wang Hong so ruthlessly was nothing short of courting disaster.

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Had nothing been said, it would have been better, but the moment Jiang Yong brought it up, Duan Tianya reacted as if his tail had been stepped on, leaping to his feet in outrage. In his view, Jiang Yong and Zhao Tianyou should be held accountable to Li Jinlong and Hu Zhiguang—at the very least, the charge of dereliction of duty was inescapable for the two old men.

A tremendous force struck Medusa’s body, and she was sent hurtling into the nearby woods like a discarded puppet.

My clenched fists were slick with sweat. I had faced death countless times, brushing past it without ever feeling such crushing pressure. But in the face of absolute power, though I felt fear and weakness, nothing could change or erase the resolve in my soul.

Wiping the sweat from her brow, Dongfang Unrivaled gave a faint smile. Yet her face was tinged with pallor—clearly, that recent attack had been far from effortless.

A raging wind howled as the colossal figure suddenly stretched out a massive hand, blotting out the sky and stirring the clouds. With a mere sweep, the clouds above scattered, and then the hand descended upon Xuan Yi, suspended in midair.

“There’s nothing I need you to do. What I require is for Takuya Ambe to cooperate with me,” Haruo Kishiyama shook his head and replied.

As an adversary, she naturally had to clash with them. Her mission was to guard this place until the first half of that fateful phrase was uttered.

Although Liu Yan sensed that Aunt Luo, who cared so much for her, was no ordinary person, she couldn’t quite figure her out.

“You’re too kind, Mr. Lu. This is my duty,” the driver responded, surprised by Lu Wuchen’s gratitude and hastening to assure him that he was simply doing what was expected.

“Is it finished already? This stuff looks filthy—can you really use it to wash your face or clothes?” Mother voiced the question on everyone’s mind.

No one knew how long they had been drifting in that void, but after a thunderous crash, they finally landed safely.

Qian Yuluo immediately abandoned her arduous and glorious quest to prove to Ye Lingchen that she wasn’t a fragile porcelain doll, losing herself instead in the role of storyteller.

In an instant, the face that had remained unchanged for millennia was suddenly covered in frost. The pale golden eyes contracted sharply, and the next moment, that lithe figure had already reached the spot.

He approached her, resting his hand on her shoulder. Those brows, those eyes—deep as ink, still as handsome as ever—yet now shadowed by dark bruises beneath, clear evidence of sleepless nights.

His trusted aide spat blood, agonizing all the way over whether to tell Ce Lingjiangnan everything. Once he met Ce Ling, after much hemming and hawing, he still mumbled a vague response. Yet even those few words were enough to make Ce Ling cough up blood.

“News?” An Ruchu was perplexed. There had been so many stories about her and Mo Chen lately—she had no idea which one they meant.

Shen Ci hoped to catch a glimmer of approval in his gaze, but to her surprise, Wang Zhi’s smile froze on his face, his eyes darkening, a vertical crease forming between his brows.

Crown Prince Kang lamented his own lack of cultivation. In the eyes of others, he was already formidable, but to the dashing prince himself, it was far from enough—he needed to widen that gap four or fivefold.

The two set out with their bodyguard. The sky was the color of jade, veiled in a thin mist that gradually dispersed, revealing tinges of dawn along the horizon and patches of pale light like a fish’s belly. The damp, cold wind swept across their faces and bodies, stirring a sense of tragic resolve.