Stop chanting.

"The Green Peak Stronghold has never taken the imperial court seriously. If the Emperor wants to punish me, he'd better first see if he has what it takes!" Dou Hu roared angrily, slamming his hand onto the wooden table with a deafening crash.

"Liaokong, Liaoxuan, what are you still standing there for? Go up and whip her hard! Unless this Princess commands you to stop, you are not allowed to stop!" Que Yao revealed a cruel smile, her malicious gaze burning as if she wanted to devour Yu Zinuo alive.

Ning Yue loved watching An Ruiqi's smile the most. It was like the bright sun in winter—warm, melting straight into the depths of the heart, turning the lingering snow into a pool of spring water.

Naturally, Han Qiu certainly didn't have that much time to pull every single one of these spectators who had fallen into the pit back up.

"Is that so?" Lu Xuan let out a chuckle. Yet, this smile caused a sudden jolt in the hearts of the Four Young Masters of the Southeast. How could he still manage to smile at a time like this?

After resting his eyes and gathering his composure in the carriage for a long while, An Ruiqi finally regained a shred of energy. "To the imperial palace," he instructed softly.

The people of the Tang Empire also began to regain their wits, realizing that this fellow was not invincible. As long as he could be beaten to death, it was merely a matter of time.

Weiliang and Xuehen led the exhausted assassins back to their respective quarters to rest, their minds in a hazy, dazed state.

"You're going to marry him?" He slid his hands into his pockets, asking with a calm detachment, his gaze lingering entirely on the distant scenery.

At this moment, Ling Zichong of the Ling family was conversing with an elderly man. This elder's eyes were sharp and piercing; upon closer inspection, one would be shocked to discover that his pupils were diamond-shaped like those of a beast, rather than circular like a human's.

Outside the gatehouse stood a streetlamp for illumination, its forty-watt tungsten filament bulb casting a dim, yellowish glow that barely lit the patch of ground in front of the door.

Yin Qingyu strode indignantly back to his own courtyard. He was already in a foul mood, and Er Hei's occasional probing glances only made the Second Young Master of the Yin family even more furious.

Seeing the Nine-Treasure Exquisite Pagoda, Long Yuntian felt a jolt of shock in his heart. He had only ever heard of this precious treasure and had never laid eyes on it before. Legend had it that the Nine-Treasure Exquisite Pagoda was Long Zhiru's most formidable treasure, one she rarely ever used. Never had he expected that she would take it out now as a gift for Qingrou. Knowing that Long Zhiru intended to bridge the gap between them with this gesture, Qingrou had no choice but to accept the treasure.

Hearing this, Hanyue rolled her eyes in exasperation and retorted to Hanye. Though her words spoke of leaving, her stance showed not the slightest intention of actually moving away; instead, she cast a guarded, wary look toward the three wild dogs.

Gongsun Xiner sighed in self-consolation. By now, the sky had grown completely bright, and the biting cold wind began to howl once more. Despite the obstruction of the trees, it still induced an extreme chill. The gale sweeping through the tree branches produced sounds akin to the howling of wolves, chilling anyone who heard it right to the bone.

Lü Xuan involuntarily reached out to steady Ren Zhonglong, and it was precisely at this moment that the Three Vicious Dragons reached the entrance of the train carriage.

Moli laughed and said, "I must thank Senior for your assistance. Without Senior, how could this junior have advanced to the Divine Emperor realm in just a single year?" A year? How could it be a year? It had clearly only been a single day, Long Luo thought to herself.

Looking at A Lang standing to the side and blinking his large, innocent eyes—he was Wen Ruixiu's eldest son, and a dead ringer for that detestable Wen Ruixiu—Yin Qingyu felt his teeth itch with irritation. He wanted to hold a son in his arms, too!

"Alright, then I'll have to trouble Big Brother! Right now, what I lack most is time for cultivation!" Jiang Yi was equally filled with excitement. Regardless of the circumstances, he needed formidable strength to handle them. With Ao Ba helping him search for Mo Xueyan and Ye Xiaotong on the outside, he had zero need to worry and could devote himself entirely to cultivating right here.

Hua Ming was momentarily stunned by Sikong Jingyun's question. He hadn't informed the Empress Dowager about capturing Ruan Fengge, and he had even covered up the deaths of the hidden guards killed by Yunmo that day. Now that Sikong Jingyun brought it up like this, it would boundlessly arouse the Empress Dowager's suspicions.

Yi'er didn't even want a carriage, deeming them too slow and too conspicuous. Instead, she shared a single horse with Jingxin and hurriedly bolted out of the East Gate of Yundu. Meanwhile, Qianlei, leading Yanqing, Yanxi, and the others, had already been waiting outside the East Gate. With just a wave of Yi'er's hand, the entire group galloped away along the Ten-Mile Willow Bridge.

Therefore, throughout the entire Southern Chu Kingdom, the utmost grandmaster of artifact crafting, Zhai Feng, was respected to the point of absolute reverence. Anyone with talent was practically desperate to take Zhai Feng as their master and learn the art of artifact crafting from him.

Back then, he and his group had also pointed their guns at Li Feng, and the other party had uttered the exact same words. It was just that back then, he and his fellows hadn't taken it seriously, assuming the fellow was merely putting on airs.

Luofan shook his head. Perhaps he had long since grown accustomed to it and remained unfazed, continuing to pour and drink alone as if nothing were amiss.

They told me to deceive Xinyi, but I had my own thoughts. I truly owed her a great deal, and with things turning out the way they are today, I bear a heavy responsibility. In truth, I had already realized by then that all of this was the mess I caused with that one-week trial of love I gave her. If I hadn't offered her hope only to plunge her into despair afterward, she wouldn't have driven herself to a second suicide attempt.

However, as I drew closer and closer to that tent, I finally managed to hear clearly what they were discussing.

How laughable that back then, she had been truly naive and innocent, actually believing the ghosts of stories about brotherly affection and harmonious siblings. Because of that, she had treated Zhao Wan'er exceptionally well, always saving a portion of the finest things specifically for her.

Yi'er's face flushed red as she shot Jiang You a glare. She picked up a pair of chopsticks from the holder, toyed with them in her hand, pouted, and remained silent.

Well, even though they were both cars, their prices were worlds apart. If one were to use his Rolls-Royce to buy Altos, he could probably purchase trainloads of them.

Now that his magic artifact was in Li Changfeng's hands, it was absolute nonsense to say that the Ghost Patriarch Haotian wouldn't be terrified.

Seeing that the first match was already so fiercely contested, Zhang Wuji nodded in satisfaction and then called out.

Therefore, Jianchen's objective at this moment was not to kill Jue Wuqing, but rather to buy time. Once the time arrived, even if Jianchen did not strike, Jue Wuqing would drop dead on the spot.