Volume One Chapter 82 Subtle Relationships...

Lu Jingyan leaned forward slightly, his gaze sharp as he captured Lu Ye’s eyes and replied in a low voice,
“Yes. From the start of the bidding until the final gavel, he and his people made no move at all. Unusually quiet.”
These two angels had not used any sort of broadcasting system. Yet, their voices reached every one of the over ten thousand gathered below with perfect clarity. The believers grew fearful—what was the meaning of this? What did it mean that the divine realm was shattered?
No one voiced any objection to Daifus’s arrangements; some even believed that when His Majesty Daifus allowed his son Klotokataks to serve as regent and handle state affairs five years ago, he might already have been planning to personally campaign against Persia.
Ye Han sorted through the items stored in those ten spatial artifacts, and when he finally tallied up the wealth, he was utterly astonished.
“You three, come here and meet your deaths.” Xiao Yi did not pursue the fleeing men; instead, he turned his gaze coldly toward Ouyang Qing and his two companions.
A Sovereign exerting his full strength was far beyond what Kang Mang’ang could currently match. Though Kang Mang’ang possessed power comparable to a Sovereign, it was only when he unleashed everything. Based on his current tested abilities, he was still a level behind a true peak Sovereign.
After reading, Ye Han immediately chose to make the exchange, for the Thunderbolt Overlord Armor possessed the ability to unleash a supremely powerful attack—equivalent to the full-strength blow of a ninth-level Martial King.
“After half a month of torment and demonic corrosion, he has shown not the slightest sign of succumbing.” Ye Wuyun bowed as he reported.
Mo Yang recounted in detail everything that had happened since he met Tiansheng. The tale, already legendary, was made even more so by his embellishments, becoming a story of pure myth.
Kang Mang’ang was left speechless. Adina truly placed no restrictions on him—he himself had cut off all his own escape routes. For Kang Mang’ang, the safest place was now within the alliance.
After all, he was alone and weak; even if he had ideas, he might not be able to realize them. Acting together gave them a sliver of hope.
Although Ye Hua’s eyes had remained tightly shut the entire journey, it was strange—every action Hua Xuanji took, he could sense with perfect clarity.
Anran had arrived later. How had he learned of the trouble at the prince’s residence? The crown prince had appeared, and at the same time, something had happened in the palace. It all seemed too coincidental. What was going on, and why was it that every time Chu Yunlian was involved, nothing good happened?
“Divine Lord, the Book of Fate has been brought. What is it about the Nether Lord you wish to know?” Si Ming broke his reverie.
Thus, Wang Nuo’s ‘arrogance’ stemmed from confidence; he didn’t need to show deference to Qu Heming, and when Qu Heming drew near, he could use him to polish his own persona.
Wen Liang keenly sensed that something significant must be at play here—enough that even the straightforward Shen Zheng became hesitant and evasive.
At this moment, the Prophet wept like a child who had done something wrong, tears still glimmering at the corners of his eyes.
She turned her head slightly, those veiled, misty eyes meeting his cold ones, leaving her at a loss for words.
If Wang Nuo were to win... Zhao Guohua felt a twinge in his teeth. If Wang Nuo could slap the mainstream market voices in the face, then what warmth of the Zhao family was left to speak of? He’d better start considering how to feel the ‘warmth of the Wang family’ instead.
And as the barrage of anti-air missiles struck their targets, the enemy’s three Kirov airships, unable to withstand the fierce firepower, fell one after another from the sky.