Chapter 36: What Secret Lies Hidden in the Cellar?

Lu Shijiu blinked. "I have not!"

After a long silence, a heavy sigh echoed through the room: "That is not how one seeks revenge!"

Lu Shijiu sneered. "What could a pampered young nobleman like you possibly know about hatred?"

The eyes that had been fixed upon the book trembled. Liu Gongbo shifted his gaze away from the pages. "Why do you assume I do not understand? Entangled in this mortal world, no one can escape the web of fate, regardless of their status, rank, or the comfort of their upbringing."

Over there, the stone statues began to shift and transform, changing not only in color but in material and form as well. Meanwhile, the statues near Ye Ziao began to tighten their formation toward the palace, allowing everyone to escape a brush with death.

Seeing that Ning Feng’s expression remained grim after hanging up the phone, Wang Xinshui asked what was wrong. After all, the boy was now his student, and as the principal, he felt a responsibility to show concern.

The crowd marveled; the situation had seemed hopeless, yet Li Xiaoyao had single-handedly turned the tide.

The Queen was furious. An order had been given, and a gentleman’s word is as binding as a four-horse chariot; furthermore, Duan Heng was the King of Dali—how could he possibly retract his decree?

"The Dragon-Piercing Cone?" Paracelsus looked in that direction. These arrows, designed to stiffen a dragon’s body, were standard weapons for Blade Warriors in their hunt for dragons. However, they had long been mothballed as they had no effect on ordinary humans, and he had only ever seen them during the Blade Warriors' training.

Upon hearing this, Mother Ye’s face turned deathly pale. The last spark of hope in her heart collapsed instantly.

Tuoba Ku let out a cold snort, his eyes filled with disdain. In his view, unless the opponent possessed masters capable of wielding internal energy, no matter how many men they sent, it would be in vain.

Yu Lingfei observed Ye Yunque and her grandson for a long time. No matter how closely she looked, both Yu Lingfei and the newborn appeared to be nothing more than ordinary people.

"Don't be so modest. I saw you fighting that day from upstairs," Han Jingjing said suddenly.

He thought of coaxing Xuefu to eat something; otherwise, her body would fail her. She was already so thin she looked like a skeleton draped in skin.

When he stopped and raised his head, black blood was seen flowing from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto his chest.

People from the plaza arrived to inquire about the situation. Lin Jiang rushed forward to explain that this was merely an internal dispute among their own people and that they would handle it themselves. Only then were the plaza security personnel persuaded to leave—matters of the Dark Realm were best settled by Dark Realm methods, without involving the police.

"Let’s go, Chief Instructor. We have no firearms or artillery; we cannot defeat them. Besides, as long as the green hills remain, one need not worry about firewood," the Black Bat King, standing beside Jin Shuihan, advised as he realized the cause was lost.

The skirmish ended in just a few rounds. The waiters were left sprawled on the ground. Wang Guanghu and Wang Guangbiao, the two workers, had vented their anger, but realizing they had caused a catastrophe, they hurriedly grabbed their bundles and prepared to flee.

Yu Chunhai left after chatting with the brothers Shen Chenglong and Shen Chenghu for a while, leaving the other county police officers to continue the interrogation.

The reason Baiyun Satellite TV was so confident was, on one hand, the thirty-percent discount quota offered to them by Li Tianyi, and on the other, political considerations.

While they were discussing important matters, the bearded man did not rest for a moment; he was already taking action in the shadows.

"What? You look down on our commander? Listen here, grandson, our commander has killed hundreds of devils! He led us to beat those devils until they were scrambling for their lives!" The bald captain glared fiercely at Sun Zhi.

Moreover, even if the scheme succeeded, Luo Lingze was nothing more than a common physiognomist. How much faith could one put in his promises?

The cold, large hand brushed across her eyes with an apparent gentleness, yet it sent a chill down her spine. A sense of threat washed over her, creating the distinct illusion that if she did not open her eyes, he would gouge them out.