Chapter 87: Refusing to Fight

Zhao Yuan’s face darkened as he listened to what everyone was saying, unsure how to respond. Those around him remained lively, eager for the two to compete, longing to witness a spectacular duel between them.

“Why don’t you two have a match? We all want to see who’s actually the strongest, give it a try!” The crowd spoke with easygoing cheer, but their words placed enormous pressure on the people involved.

Already feeling unhappy, Zhao Yuan’s mood soured further at the suggestion. He lowered his head even more, pressing his lips tightly together, unwilling to agree.

“This is just an excuse—Liang Tao wants money, and he wants me to keep being his mistress. Otherwise, he won’t give me a cent, and might even kill me.” Wen Lingyu explained, trembling.

He stood up, and Su Nian’an couldn’t help but feel that his bathrobe was dangerously revealing, as his muscular frame moved closer to her.

Father rose and glanced at the old emperor, then quietly shook his head. I guessed that at this moment, my father was inwardly sighing.

Yun Xing sat quietly to the side, sipping tea without speaking. The situation had indeed spiraled out of control.

Though Yue Lingshan and He Bixiang were noisy, when Brother Duan ignored them, knowing he was composing poetry, they sulkily moved aside—some taking photos, others lost in thought—keeping to themselves as they waited for the prince’s verses to be unveiled.

Yet she forgot, but Qin Muchen did not. Though reluctant, due to the unsuitable location, he forcibly suppressed the raging desire within, compelling himself to lift his head and part from her soft, fragrant lips.

One sentence reminded Zheng Jian: if he wanted Ma Hongmei to have his child, he would have to choose divorce.

The Crown Prince of Yanqing was expanding a vast revival base centered on Jinling—the “Yangtze Base.” Now, he was forging alliances with outlaws along the Yangtze, preparing to seize the opportunity to retake Dali, overthrow the current regime, and realize his dream of becoming emperor.

Turning around, he bumped into Jiang Zhi, who was still leaning on a cane and carrying two bags of cooked food.

Chu Tianxiao, accompanied by Liu Tianxiong and Wei Bixiao, had just reached the gambling house entrance when someone dragged a man in front of Chu Tianxiao.

Unconsciously, dawn had arrived. Gao Jun wanted to stretch but couldn’t, his throat making strained, muffled noises. Liu Yuru woke first, knowing it was Fan Ying’s handiwork last night. When she went to call her, she found Fan Ying had just fallen asleep after chatting all night and refused to wake.

Long Jinfeng unleashed both fists, golden dragons roaring forth, repeatedly battering the Thousand-Fathom Dragon Sword’s aura with constant crashing sounds.

Elder Shi behind seemed to sense something, instantly flickering to appear at my side.

The Duke of Zhao, Changsun Wuji, saw the father and son locked in confrontation, sure they would come to blows. He understood Gao Shenxing’s stubbornness; if he believed he had even a fraction of justification, he would persist relentlessly.

After the Chief Historian of Xizhou reassured everyone yesterday, they had gathered today to hear updates and weigh responsibility. Unexpectedly, the governor had yet to make an appearance.

Kamiizumi Nobushige hesitated not, striding forward, but stopped again when he saw Di Xin remain motionless.

This was his key strength. After fighting Jiang Xiu for half a day, both were exhausted. Their power was evenly matched, but Xin Lan’s cultivation was slightly weaker, while his overall prowess was more formidable.

Once the Fat Man announced his plan, nearly five hundred players in the room were on the verge of erupting with excitement.

“Hmph!” Zhang Li snorted coldly, then hissed, slashing out forcefully with another Dragon Sword aura. With a resonant hum, it merged with the previous, nearly shattered aura, carrying the full force of heaven and earth as it crashed down.

Wen Feng was a little dazed; unknowingly, it was already October, time for the Math Olympiad selection. These past months, he had buried himself in mecha training, neglecting the real world entirely.