Chapter Ninety: The Sun-King Tortoise and the Moon Consort Serpent

The bald monk moved with astonishing speed. In no time at all, he had shot down to the floor below.

I heard a great clatter and commotion inside the building, followed by the wailing of ghosts and beasts; it was plain that the fat man on the left was already locked in fierce combat with the creatures inside.

With a wild cry, the bald monk led a swarm of those foul things charging back upstairs like a whirlwind.

When we went up after them, we saw the fat man on the left with blazing green eyes, and the building had already been thrown into utter chaos.

"Rest easy on that score. My brothers can all be vouched for with their heads on the line. They were once under the old general's command. Though they now hold lower positions in the army, their influence is immense; one call, and they answer." Luo Meng nodded, pounding his chest.

So what worried them most now was not expansion or acquisitions, but the possibility of being forcibly broken up for violating antitrust law.

As for Long Tian's strength, Fire Qilin had already gained a rough understanding of it. At Long Tian's current level, he certainly had no means of taming him as a mount.

For this reason, this year's Canton Fair was given extraordinary attention by the state. Beset by internal and external troubles, foreign sanctions, and economic transformation, the organizers showed unexpected regard for this conglomerate that had suddenly emerged, holding over three billion yuan in cash and with total procurement exceeding ten billion yuan.

With a single sweep of Flower Wave's hand, Fairy Xiao was hurled into the wall on the left. She struck it heavily, and when she fell to the ground, several ribs in her body could be heard snapping.

Regarding the false accusation that Dou Dou had killed Xiao Mantian, Chen Feng was furious beyond measure. He had already hated Zhan Bin over the matter of Duanmu Jie’s injury, but then, out of regard for Xiao Mantian, he had not killed him at the time.

Those faint traces of dark light passed through the sea of consciousness. They did not shoot out through Zhang Tianyang’s eyes, but instead turned inward, toward the other soul within his body: Bai Qi, the Slayer of Ten Thousand.

"Beat them to death for me!" Seeing how unyielding Peng Cheng was, the leader’s fury was all redirected at him, and he pointed at Peng Cheng with a vicious glare.

It was as though the heavens above had been cleaved open by a divine blade. Five-colored radiance blazed and spread across the sky over the entire Roman arena, while a boundless and righteous aura poured down as if bent on destroying all that dared resist it.

I cannot show my face. With the whole country cracking down on me so heavily, if I do not get the meal, I may as well go straight to prison and rot there.

Those bolts of thunder shot skyward, transforming into a colossal thunder dragon that actually coiled around the steaming explosive sphere.

Hu Kun had kept his eyes fixed on the lake surface. He told Elder Wei that until the very end, when Bi Zun battled the phantom of the Golden-Winged Roc and the light of day faded, he had never once seen the slightest trace of Su Yi. Afterward, he shook his head.

Lin Tiancheng dared not watch any longer, for he truly feared that he would lose control of his emotions and expose his identity.

Her breadth of heart was beyond anyone here. They could sacrifice their own lives, of course, but who among them could ever be like her?

"So that means the Heavenly Road has granted four disciples the right to ascend to the immortal realm without condition. That is already very good; they were all disciples of the elven royal family," Cai Zhixiong said thoughtfully.

Ji Hanuo spoke to Su Yi. Given her status and the standing of the Profound Sword Sect, this was as good as a promise.

Yet his voice was sonorous as a great bell. Even if one sat in the very last row, there was no need to worry about missing a single word.

Third Prince Li Taian stood outside, the cold wind howling around him and biting at his face. He was wrapped in a long cyan cloak.

Under ordinary circumstances, the Purple Pill Ye family did not sell to outsiders. Most of the purple pills produced each year were given to friendly aristocratic houses in order to maintain those ties, and the rest were used by the family themselves.

Just then, a hooded man with a soft, hesitant voice walked in. Like a rat crossing the street, he knelt at the doorway and then, trembling all the while, shuffled on his knees to Liu Yizhe’s side.