Chapter Sixty-Five: Subduing Teng Hu

Brother Zhao instantly recognized the voice of the man with the bandages, and his anger surged uncontrollably. If it hadn’t been for him, he would never have crossed paths with Ye Feng, that harbinger of misfortune, nor would he have ended up in his current predicament. Now, he was about to be sent to prison, with no idea what torment awaited him. “Damn you…” Brother Zhao suddenly realized he was already headed to jail, so why...

This operation was clearly a death sentence for these men, and during his earlier conversation with Ye Haoxuan, it seemed Ye Haoxuan harbored similar suspicions.

Speaking of Gan Jing, he was always busy filming, flying all over, managing his studio, with scarcely any time for hobbies. If he had one, it would be singing Beijing opera.

However, this also meant he stood out too much, making it all too easy to attract the attention of the Blood Clan.

As the soldiers of William’s army flooded in, the Knight’s Manor, with barely a few dozen defenders, stood no chance of resisting. Sensing the hopelessness, the knights often chose to surrender to William’s troops.

Right then, footsteps sounded outside, and suddenly the door was flung open. At the sight, everyone froze in astonishment.

“Ha, ha, ha! At least you know your place.” Feng Muqiu laughed heartily, waving his hand for his men to withdraw.

“Ulaka!” William called softly, then sat himself by the edge of the queen’s bed.

Though he felt little warmth toward the Purple Cloud Sect, Su Honglin had, after all, shared intimate moments with him, making it impossible for him to harden his heart against her.

“Damn it!” David switched off the television with a snarl, took a long moment to compose himself, and then retrieved Gan Jing’s number from his phone.

Now, William could confidently swear that Baron Aranjan Tanglixia’s army would never be able to breach the city of Alençon.

After what had just transpired, Ye Tian felt increasingly aware of his own limitations. If that mysterious elder had harbored any ill intent toward him, he would have been dead already.

The dust on the ground was thick; each step left a deep footprint, as if walking on soft sand. There was much cleaning to be done. The workers, without waiting for orders, knew exactly what to do and set about their tasks.

“The theme of the Super Bowl is actually very simple: never giving up and a passion for life. I wonder if you’ve noticed that one of the reasons sports are so captivating is the irrepressible vitality sportsmanship brings.”

“We’re still missing this,” Mu Yijin said slyly, pulling something from her bosom and tossing it onto the shore.

Though Qizun was among the top businesses in District A and constantly under the scrutiny of reporters, there had never been an opportunity for an interview. Moreover, Qizun’s public image had been utterly ruined by his slander.

They were trying to help retrieve the prey, but unfortunately, the unlucky deer was even larger than they were, so they could only drag it back slowly.

Those nearby stared at Ye Tian in shock. He had dared to tell Huang Tao to get lost, and what shocked them even more was that Huang Tao had said nothing in response. They were deeply puzzled—why was Huang Tao so afraid of Ye Tian?

He didn’t want to ask questions or dig deeper. He would investigate step by step, uncover the mastermind behind all this, and, in one sweeping move, catch them all. Then, he’d see who dared to come between him and Yuqing’s marriage.

With their daily needs solved, it was time to address production. With more hands, more tools were needed. He bought cauldrons, vats, and timber, and instructed Xiao Shangrong to have them delivered.

The thought made her cringe with embarrassment, so she quickly gathered her thoughts and pressed on. She hadn’t driven or hailed a cab but chose instead to take the bus for once.

Its color was dark and deep, as if born from blood, emanating a formidable might that inspired awe and dread.

In the next instant, Shen Hao raised his palm, channeled his inner strength, and delivered a fierce blow to Wang Lu’s spine.

He unleashed the full force of his eighth-level Qi Refinement cultivation, parted the crowd, and rushed forward, wielding an iron sword that he brought down with all his might.