Volume 1, Chapter 59: The Werewolf Tribe

To be frank, before the Martian Manhunter delved into the deepest recesses of his memory, Chen Lü himself had never expected to defeat such a formidable opponent by means of shattering sanity. No one could have guessed that Chen Lü possessed such a terrifying weapon, not even Chen Lü himself had ever imagined that his own memories could be wielded as an invincible and devastating blade.

As for Ruan Shanshan, she had been driven to the brink of madness by Tang Min. Therefore, upon seeing Tang Guoren, she threw all caution to the wind and blurted it out, casting aside even the most obscure and shameful matters, fully prepared to brave the consequences.

This naive train of thought caused the covert division to fail in taking timely action. Before their operatives in plainclothes could subdue the mysterious man, a long-planned terrorist attack officially unfolded.

"However, Milady, do you truly think we don't need to report this matter to the Prince?" Lü Ru asked with a hint of perplexity, unable to fathom why her mistress chose to keep the Prince in the dark.

It was speculated that, perhaps due to the terrain, the entire military formation could not be fully displayed. Such a massive army, even to the top ten sects, represented an immense fortune that could not be missed.

The city wall, sturdy enough to withstand dozens of strikes from ordinary Dao-Fruit realm powerhouses, collapsed beneath a single stomp from Chiyou, who continued onward without pause.

Whether or not this game was won had virtually no impact on the Warriors; what they truly cared about was whether the destructive dominance exerted by the Pelicans' twin towers on the court fell within a tolerable threshold for the Warriors.

Come to think of it, throughout the Western Territory and the entire Northwest, there were hardly any major cities. Yinchuan, Lanzhou, and Xining were relatively clustered together, situated at the foothills of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. Venturing further west led into the sparsely populated Western Territory, where Ürümqi stood as the sole metropolis.

Taylor was as excited as a child, looking around in wonder and marveling at the entire airport with boundless enthusiasm.

"Alright, let's eat first. I assume everyone's stomachs are rumbling? I'm starved myself, especially after having walked all the way back with such difficulty," Tianze said, rubbing his belly as he steered the conversation elsewhere.

The mere recollection of that incident filled Night Lily with the intense urge to pin him to the ground and give him a severe thrashing. Yet, underlying that impulse was a profound wave of embarrassment. That specific occasion marked the very first time she had ever been so shamelessly and thoroughly played for a fool.

Yet, why did Yu Huxin evoke this unprecedented, warm sensation within her? How peculiar it was, given that they had always been at odds, and right now, her body remained stiffly leaning against his, clearly betraying a lack of genuine affection for him.

"Senior brothers and sisters, I apologize for my late arrival. Please forgive me," Jiang Shanghang greeted the assembly with cupped hands, wearing an amiable and winning smile.

"As long as our family is harmonious and everyone remains safe and sound, titles like Prince or King mean nothing," Qiaozhen remarked with a calm and serene expression.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present was struck dumb. The Elven race was renowned for its strict neutrality; although they had recently opened the borders of the Elven Forest, given their inherent haughtiness, the notion of them proactively forming an alliance with human forces—let alone a mutual defense pact—was practically an impossible fantasy.

"Stop right there, Cai Mingfei!" Mingzi suddenly cried out, her voice horribly hoarse, as though she had not spoken in a very long time.

"Is the Madam implying that the Duke disregards proper decorum simply due to his lifelong career in military campaigns?" Qiaozhen asked, sidestepping the core issue while offering a mild deflection.

Naturally, what mattered even more was that such competitive bidding would inevitably drive auction prices higher. After all, five percent of the proceeds from each auctioned item served as commission revenue for the auction house. They fervently prayed for every single item to fetch an astronomical sum, which in turn would swell their earnings.