Chapter 116: High School Classmate

Ye Feng hung up the phone, feeling a deep sense of relief. With Uncle Hong managing the Hong Alliance, he truly felt at ease. Moreover, Teng Hu’s prestige within the alliance was steadily rising. There was nothing for him to worry about here; all he had to do was focus on enjoying himself. Looking at the message on his phone, Ye Feng felt delighted. With this sum of money, he could move to a new home and no longer endure the noise from the neighbors. Soon after he ended the call, the door to the master bedroom finally opened...

A group of children had long gathered in front of the large screen, closely following the progress of the construction. When they heard that this place was being built as a playground just for them, many abandoned their fishing rods and other toys.

“This is a good law, so why can’t it be enforced?” Aether asked, curious.

He took a deep breath, extended his right arm, and punched the empty air. The air, a thousand times more fragile than water, under Luo Hao’s fist became harder than steel. The strike against the air produced a crisp, resonant sound like a great bell tolling.

“This matter is under discussion in the court, and Wang Ping’an has raised the issue of prisoners for reconsideration there as well,” Li Er explained.

Luo Hao took out a medicinal herb—the “Immortal Grass” gifted by Jia Mingkong. This herb contained the secrets of life and death, capable of shifting between the two states.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Shilong’s expression changed. He raised his horsewhip and struck Cen Dingfang’s arm sharply. Cen Dingfang cried out in pain, biting his teeth and withdrawing his hand. Zhang Shilong barked, “I am the commander. The decision has been made. What good is it if I don’t listen to you?” With that, he squeezed his legs against the horse’s belly and rode off, leading his troops away.

The ultimate goal was to surpass the venerable Tianxing Academy in one fell swoop, becoming the top-ranked comprehensive institution in Moufeng City.

The Prime Minister also turned to the First Chief. The First Chief was the most authoritative figure here; without his word, no one dared speak recklessly.

Chuming looked coldly at Ling Yu behind the ice wall, his tone icy as he intensified his assault on the barrier.

This equipment setup was certainly different from the Moonship. The Moonship was a lone vessel, designed to keep enemies at a thousand-mile distance. If it used close-combat lethal weapons, that would be its downfall. An aircraft carrier was different—it was the core of the entire fleet and a protective mother hen for its children, responsible for the safety of the entire floating fortress.

The cold man forced himself to remain calm as he observed the scene. He watched Qin Yun chatting with a stone as if no one else existed, his eyes burning with a hint of anger—how dare he so blatantly disregard him?

The crowd rushed over at the sound. The forest was littered with the bodies of cultivators, each struck down by a single, lethal blade—swift and decisive.

In the vastness, a continuous roar echoed endlessly. Before such annihilating power, all became void. Even the Asura Emperor’s celestial shield could not withstand it; seconds later, it shattered with a crack.

“Haha, what a joke. You think I care if you hold back?” The young man’s face twisted with disdain.

“If you don’t leave now, you truly won’t be able to,” I sneered. The five clan heads fell silent. Indeed, the seven deadly sins guardians could fight on equal footing, but against the ancient beast Taotie, their chances were zero.

Hu Jing was someone Liu Chen had met while working as a cashier at the supermarket. She was forced into an arranged marriage by her father and reluctantly married a mentally disabled man. Her parents received a bride price of one hundred thousand yuan.

“Need to see more? It’s definitely a disaster!” Tianya said, pressing the emergency door button. The bus doors instantly opened, and a cold wind swept in, raising goosebumps on everyone’s skin.

Previously, two divine generals guarding the Heavenly Palace had been executed—one for deliberately deceiving mortals.

Though still a distance away from the boss-level Fire Qilin of the Death Knight, it was still a respectable mount.

Qin Yang carefully noticed that everyone regarded the gift he presented—a yellow talisman sheet—with great suspicion. He felt deeply hurt. To think these self-proclaimed talented youths didn’t even recognize the art of talisman crafting.