Volume One, Chapter 80: The Long-Planned Climax

His movement was so forceful it stirred up a gust of wind.

"One and a half billion."

His voice was clear and resonant, filled with power and an unyielding resolve! This bid skipped all tentative increases, instantly raising the starting price by fifty percent.

A suppressed gasp rippled through the hall.

A flash of wild joy appeared in Fang Yuze's eyes.

Good.

She didn't linger there for long before returning to Dong Xiaoxiao, mostly out of concern that she might arouse suspicion.

At this moment, the entire hall watched Zhou Huiru forsake her dignity in utter silence; no one dared speak another word.

By all accounts, if Ella had always stayed with the Helan family, she would never have come into contact with someone like Ye Jiuqing.

Such a crime—prince or not, if he wasn’t executed but merely stripped of his title, it would still be justified.

Gesar explained for Yingying, "Yingying had never seen the king before, so she didn’t recognize him. Please forgive her, Your Majesty."

He followed the path of the dart and saw, with the door wide open, the person Li Mu had failed to save—a pallid figure leaning against the doorway.

Divine Doctor Xu pointed at Han Luoyu, who grinned at the old man Li, revealing eight large white teeth.

At that moment, Baruch, the second son of the Louis family, and Mason, the second son of the Joseph family, both understood clearly that Ye Fan had memorized the Nine Yin Manual.

Li Mo observed the expressions of the assembled generals and realized they, too, were acknowledging Li Mu’s invention of the stirrup.

The window was tightly shut, only openable from inside, yet Gu Chaohuan broke it open with a single punch.

If he wasn’t mistaken, when the purple aura formed, the next guardian would appear.

Spirit Masters held such scarce resources in their hands that even Wang Yan, with all his experience, trembled with excitement.

Whatever could be imagined was present, yet truth, goodness, and beauty seemed to have vanished from this world, abandoning this place entirely.

The Mountain Sword Intent was in charge of attack, while the Flowing Water Sword Intent was responsible for entanglement. When combined, they were flawless, making offense and defense equally difficult, until one finally perished from exhaustion.

Taking out his flying car, Lin Luo piloted it with ease, picking the Moonlight Grass effortlessly.

A thought sprang up in Sun Lin’s mind, but he quickly extinguished it. With Master Wuchao’s cultivation so deep and unfathomable, what fun would there be in deceiving a mere monkey at the tenth level of Earth Immortal?

The body of the Torch Dragon trembled violently, its voice full of sorrow. As its demonic power surged out, purple rays of light flickered from the stone pillar, binding the out-of-control beast.

Lan Chong left just as simply. He didn’t care how others might view or imagine him. All he knew was that he had achieved his goal. From now on, he could cultivate in peace at this academy, without anyone making baseless guesses or disturbing him.

After racing along the main street of Feng County for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the band of mountain bandits arrived at the county office gates.

"This guy didn’t even glance at me—hmph, infuriating," Qin Luorong muttered in annoyance.

Little did they know, their superior, their boss, had already been killed by the unconscious man before them, Ye Wei.

The torrential rain instantly washed the filth and stench from Chu Tianyi’s body, revealing luminous bronze skin. If one looked closely, there was even a faint aura of treasure swirling around him, which gradually faded after half a quarter hour.

Tiangang looked particularly grim, momentarily ashamed and frustrated. In the past, he had always doubted the Underworld King’s loyalty to his master; now it seemed he had truly overthought things.

His only defeat had come at the hands of a not particularly strong opponent. Rumor had it that the man had participated in underground gambling, betting millions of dollars on his own loss. Of course, all of this had taken place in secret.