Chapter 48 Don't Worry, It's Guaranteed to Work Well

A voice echoed from outside the hall, and everyone turned to see a handsome young man dressed in purple-black attire striding in, a faint smile playing on the corners of his lips and unbridled arrogance flashing in his eyes.

"Heng'er, come and take a seat." Seeing Lou Zhiheng, Emperor Wu Zhao smiled and waved for him to sit down.

Lou Zhiheng gently shook the folding fan meant to display his charm, walking towards his seat with a gait he believed could captivate thousands of maidens. Along the way, upon catching sight of Jiang Zhuoran, he cast a cringeworthy and oily wink in her direction.

After all, this was already their fourth matchup; no matter how slow-witted Seido High School might be, they had finally figured out some ways to cope with Narumiya Mei.

Upon seeing Kou Zhong, Li Xuan understood that he had never entered the world after the early Tang dynasty, which was why he knew nothing of those talented figures.

In the past, Mother Tang and Fu Chenghao would constantly try to persuade her whenever they had a moment, going on and on about how delicious wine was, yet they stubbornly refused to let her actually drink a single drop.

Seeing that Ruan Lingqing turned a deaf ear, her fiery eyes glaring fiercely right at him, Tang Feng sighed inwardly and hurriedly shifted the focus of his attack.

Flutter... Li Tong shuffled the deck of cards over and over again, then handed it to Shidao, saying, "Lord Shidao, please draw a card!" Shidao immediately reached out and took a card without the slightest hesitation, because he had already promised Li Tong he would cooperate, treating this as part of the "game."

"You surnamed Jiang, everything in this world relies on a principle of first come, first served. What do you mean by blocking the road?" Just as Tang Feng was about to step forward to clear away this group of people, a middle-aged man wearing a black Zhongshan suit suddenly stepped out from the opposing motorcade.

The Holy See was one of the dark forces of the West, having once possessed vast power and ruled the entire Western world for over a thousand years. Later, it was suppressed through the joint efforts of the werewolf and vampire clans, as well as the dark forces of the nation of M, and declined after the outbreak of the world wars.

A supreme ultimate technique from the Rift of the Sky world? Zhang Lie's unique skill seemed quite suited to him. Although it was not an axe technique, that majestic momentum could be unleashed with an axe as well, especially since the cultivation system of that world was exceptionally high, far surpassing that of the Fox Spirit world. He could make good use of it across several more worlds.

He originally thought people would understand with such an explanation, but by now there were no longer any viewpoints to speak of. He hoped they could all let go of these matters; although his explanation wasn't particularly terrible, would anyone still be willing to believe you at this stage?

On the other hand, they proclaimed that so-called traditional Chinese medicine and the like were all evil methods and should be completely banned and eradicated.

Given the presence of so many Tribulation-stage and Fusion-stage powerhouses just moments ago, they had fled without even daring to test the waters, leaving the Ghost Emperor Cangming shaking his head in utter disbelief.

In their eyes, those fierce gales powerful enough to strip the skin and flesh from a cultivator were merely a slightly stronger wind than usual.

For Masi Buddha to risk coming to the consulate in broad daylight to find him meant that he had extremely important news to report.

Once Xiong Er flew into a rage, not even its biological father coming back to life could hold it back, and it certainly wouldn't give him any face.

Yao Qianshan took a glance, and could not help but draw in a cold breath; such a massive ginseng was something he was seeing for the first time in his life.

Prince Higashikuni Naruhiko had not finished speaking when She Aizhen took his arm and pulled him deep into the pitch-black courtyard of No. 76.

Gazing intently at Huaxi, whose face was half-hidden beneath a hood, Ouyang Zhengxin felt a surge of curiosity, wondering what kind of visage lay concealed beneath that hood.

Zong Nie originally wanted to intervene, but was crushed by a sinister and gloomy glare from Murong Feng, instantly choking on his words. He made no sound, nor did he take any action.

The lingering voice was as crisp and pleasant as silver bells, yet the bone-deep hatred woven between the words made even Yun Xing shudder involuntarily.

With a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering crash, the scarred man threw a punch, and a green barrier of light instantly materialized, blocking his attack dead in its tracks.

Only then did Ke Qingshen realize that Ke Qingqing had been poisoned and fallen unconscious. With a sharp slap across Shangguan Yun's face, he raged, "You... what have you done to Qingqing?" He then took two strides over to Ke Qingqing, tears streaming uncontrollably down his aged face.