Chapter 137: Haggard

She could accept Ye Cheng playing some minor tricks behind her back, but she could not accept that he was a remnant of the previous dynasty.

The Great Zhou was built upon the slaughter of the former dynasty's royalty and their old officials; the two sides had long since forged a blood feud that could never be undone.

Before Ye Cheng could fully refine Liu Quanhai’s internal energy, Ling Xiaoyue drew her sword, slicing through the air as the blade rested against Ye Cheng’s neck.

If only Ye Cheng...

This fluctuation was more intense than any before. A brilliant beam of white light pierced the sky, as if tearing the snowy night in two. The darkness became as bright as day.

A major reason he could abandon Lian Ling to run here was his ability to check on her status at any time. No matter the distance, as long as he could see she was still alive, he would not lose his mind.

Powerful families like the Mu clan naturally built arenas for their kin to spar and compete.

"Greetings, Daoist!" Zhao Si suppressed the sorrow in his heart. With nowhere to voice his bitterness, and seeing the inscrutable smile of the Old Ancestor Chen Tuan—along with his Daoist robes—he knew this man was a practitioner of the Way. Though he did not understand the aphorisms the man muttered, he was nonetheless astonished.

"I am a master myself, so what do I have to fear? It is your disciples who will suffer," Xue Qingcheng said.

The eleven spirits present simultaneously manifested their Spirit Dresses and Angels, advancing to meet the robotic forces deployed by DEM Industries.

"I am Princess Pingyang of the Heavenly Martial God Kingdom. I am being hunted; please, young master, save me." As she finished speaking, she wept.

Upon learning the truth, Xidun could not help but smile bitterly. He had not expected to inadvertently violate someone’s taboo. However, it was not appropriate to return and apologize for such a matter, so he resolved to be as careful as possible with his words and actions in the future.

Although General Li was an NPC, his shimmering golden suit was exceptionally eye-catching, drawing the gaze of nearly every player present.

At this moment, Li Hao could not hear a word of what Lin Ya was saying. He felt as though he were trapped in a bizarre place—a square space with no exit. Not only were there walls on all four sides, but the ceiling was also sealed, leaving not even a vent for air.

"Two bedrooms. Choose one for yourself," Li Yunze said, stepping inside to change his shoes before heading straight to the pantry.

Pang Tong sensed the tense and strange atmosphere. After all, they were outsiders arriving with tens of thousands of heavy troops; anyone would be terrified at the sight. He decisively ordered his men to communicate with the indigenous people.

After a while, the north gate swung open, and Dong Zhuo led his army out. The two forces faced each other. Ding Yuan rode out and shouted, "Dong Zhuo, you deceive your superiors and hoodwink your subordinates, committing every evil imaginable! And now you dare to depose the Emperor! Bah! You are truly a treacherous villain, utterly repulsive!" Lu Bu and Pang Tong were both in the ranks; Pang Tong, not being a military officer, stood behind the other officials.

In this state of mind, akin to waiting for execution by slow slicing, she felt as though every second was a luxury. She only wished for time to stand still, for a miracle to occur, and for Cheng Yiben to realize she was missing and come to rescue her.

Back in Taiyuan City, for Jie Chen, who had lived a life of sleeping in until the monks arose in mountain temples, having to arrive for an appointment before dawn every day was a true hardship. He also realized that music was incredibly complex, and he understood that to play a beautiful melody, one had to put in so much tedious and dull effort behind the scenes.

Hu Yunfeng wanted to intervene and save him, but it was too late; he could only watch helplessly as Yi Ting died before his eyes.

Hearing my words, the unscrupulous Daoist wore a miserable expression. In truth, his mastery of Daoist arts was mediocre; he relied solely on bizarre magical artifacts. Now, being chased by a zombie, he had naturally forgotten how to cast spells.

Li Xiaoyue had originally chosen to study law because of an article written by Mo Shaochen during his university years. After that, she watched every video of his court cases and plunged headfirst into the legal profession without hesitation.