Chapter One Hundred: Courting Trouble Leads to Ruin

Ye Feng’s figure flickered and he darted out, kicking the tattooed brute to the ground. Before the man could even comprehend what was happening, Ye Feng hoisted him up again. Gripping the big man like a sack, Ye Feng strode towards the exit. With a few more swift kicks, the thugs were sent flying out the door. The brute must have weighed close to two hundred pounds, yet Ye Feng carried him out with one hand. The girls present were all dumbstruck; watching Ye Feng’s slender frame, he hardly seemed to be in the same weight class as those men. It was just like…

How could something that leaps so high possibly clear a threshold that reaches to one’s knees? And so, when it hopped to the threshold, there was a resounding thud as it collided with the tall step, unable to cross.

He strode forward in great steps; if it truly was a malevolent spirit, then he would deal with it himself—how could he allow such a thing to cause trouble at the Ye household?

Who could that person be? Who would choose this moment to oppose Shadow Nightmare? Tang Yun possessed skills enough to threaten the Shadow Nightmare Assassins, which is why we were ordered to kill him. But who would suddenly appear now to disrupt our mission?

Two cold dishes, two hot, and a plate of peanuts. The two drank until they were half-tipsy. For reasons unknown, the sky suddenly clouded over, the wind rose with a howl, and the once-calm lake began to ripple with layers of emerald waves.

Under such fierce combat, the mages finally welcomed L’s reinforcements—four battalions of a thousand super-soldiers each, personally led by Lord Bashan Zhuba Dao. The fully armed superhuman warriors surged into the fray, and the battle immediately swung overwhelmingly in their favor. The demons were no longer so terrifying.

As soon as Su Wuzhi finished speaking, a powerful spiritual sense swept through the room. With a cold snort, Su Wuzhi unleashed his own spiritual sense, enveloping the space, ensuring nothing inside was discovered.

Thus, the three chose this path. They knew it was impossible, yet still chose to fight. Even if they lost, so what?

By the time Zejin arrived, all sixteen competitors were present, and Apophis had begun his speech.

“Enough. The truth is irrelevant. In the end, Rost and the other suspects will only become pawns in the struggle for the crown prince's position.” Silanos’s tone was indifferent. Together they gazed at the two princes in the distance—their duel was a clash between a resolute, heroic face and a dignified, cold one.

His fingers began to move first; then, at his eyes, even his lashes quivered gently.

No one could have predicted what would happen next—upon stepping inside, the first sight nearly blinded them on the spot.

A new dancer had arrived at Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion, named Nishang. It was said her voluptuous figure and slender waist, along with her delicate beauty, were rarely seen in this world. For some reason, Prince Chen hadn't visited either of the most intoxicating pleasure houses recently, choosing instead to stay home and pester her.

Qin Yingyue could not help but feel a surge of joy at the crown prince’s change in attitude. It seemed her advice had truly enlightened him, guiding him to value matters from the heart, rather than the careless indifference he had shown before.

Xiao Yan held his breath, focusing intently as he swallowed the Yuan-Protecting Pill. It shattered instantly, dissolving into a dense vapor that wrapped around all his meridians. Under the gentle caress of the vapor, the swelling pain within his meridians subsided greatly, replaced by a warm and soothing sensation.

A pair of round, wide eyes darted about, taking in the grandeur and vastness of this place with growing awe.

“Very well, Xingba, guard the young master with utmost care,” said Taishi Ci with a nod. He swung onto his horse, ready to depart.

The colossal mushroom from Arthur’s memories was no longer bound by the world’s laws. Its very essence had been fundamentally altered; the chess of the wizard world, built on the foundation of magic, had utterly collapsed and decayed. Even the core constructs of wizard chess, at the heart of its being, had been reduced to ruins by the clash of opposing laws.

Fu Yue held his wine cup, quietly drinking. Since entering, he had behaved as always—never once lifting his head, never uttering a single word.