Chapter One Hundred Eighteen: The Battle

The people nearby were completely absorbed, their eyes fixed on the battlefield. When Zhao Yuan and his opponent clashed, some even excitedly mimicked the movements. Zhao Ling’er and her companions sensed an opportunity but dared not act rashly.

"I see you all are quite interested in this. Why don't we move a little closer? As long as we don't interfere with the outcome of the match, it should be fine, right?"

As soon as Zhao Ling'er finished speaking, they received the immediate consent of those nearby and quietly crept a few steps forward. Meanwhile, on the battlefield, Yang Mu kept provoking Zhao Yuan. "Where on earth did you learn to fight like this?"

After hanging up on Muse, Uday called his bodyguard and ordered him to investigate which unit had carried out the attack and whether they had received orders from the President.

"I lost. Whatever happens in this room has nothing to do with me anymore!" Long Yunbin said, his face bruised and swollen as he winced in pain.

"This... I shall obey your command, Master." Seeing Bai Lingxue speak this way, Xiang Yang no longer insisted. However, he remained deeply worried. After all, he was only at the Spirit Sea Realm; in terms of cultivation, he was not among the top at Linghua Hall. He feared many would be dissatisfied, but with things as they were, he had no choice but to bite the bullet.

The snake not only kept its jaws locked onto his left hand but had also coiled its body several times around his arm. She raised her blade, fearing that if she struck, she might injure his arm instead.

"Another matter? Does it have to do with this parcel?" Qiao Xuerou glanced suspiciously at the package Yu Zhiyun had handed her.

In her past life, the news of her being with Brother Dongzi only spread after she had been sold to the brothel; Dongzi’s mother had wanted to tear her to pieces. The treatment she received now was something Hua Chanyi could never have imagined.

"Casting pearls before swine!" a young man seated to the right of Lin Molong immediately sneered.

Later, it was learned that the Demon Lord’s name was Ning Yuande, and he had died under the combined assault of the Palace Master of the Extreme Cold Night Palace and the Abbot of the Shaolin Temple.

Watching from the side, Wu Lin felt a chill run down his spine and couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for Yu Ming. It seemed Yu Ming wouldn't be walking out of here in one piece today; Wu Lin silently offered a prayer for him.

Even though Zhu Houzhao treated Qin Shao well and trusted him to an extent, such private matters were often difficult to articulate clearly. Speaking too deeply with a casual acquaintance was a major taboo in interpersonal relationships.

Ji Gang paused upon hearing this. How did the conversation turn to him? In truth, the moment Tang Zong spoke, he felt he might have been set up, but now that Chen Mao was asking, he could not remain silent. Tang Zong hadn't met the Emperor yet, but he himself had, and he had reported everything exactly as it happened.

Watching Qi Yuan’s calm, tearless demeanor, Lu Ling felt such profound sorrow that she wanted to cry herself.

Lin Lang had never imagined he would get a divorce. Although he hadn't been entirely willing when he first married Zhao Jiabao, his character and integrity had made him determined to treat her well and never let her down.

Facing the Golden Lion’s Roar, Yang Que moved with incredible speed, his figure flickering left and right in mid-air to evade the terrifying ripples.

Even someone like the Chief Grand Secretary Yang Tinghe, when facing him now, had to wear a faint smile while explaining, despite his inner desire to grind his teeth in hatred.

Yang Jian reached out and picked up the suitcase containing the Ghost Candle, then snapped it shut. The implication was self-evident.

Yang Rong and Yang Shiqi, the two tutors to the Crown Prince, exchanged glances upon hearing this and frowned; Zhang Fu’s question was truly tricky.

Watching Zhao Wuji’s posture, Ma Hongjun couldn't help but feel puzzled. Who was this Snake Grandmother? She seemed formidable.

"You should just call me Brother Cheng! Every time you say 'Uncle Cheng,' I feel awkward. The brothers closest to me all call me 'Big Brother,'" Cheng Hao interrupted Yun Yifeng.

"I’m going to see patients now." Lin Yaqi could no longer bear to stay and walked out of Ye Chen’s clinic.

The man was quite tall with broad shoulders, graying hair, and rimless glasses.