Chapter 44: Abao, the Crown Prince of the Demon Clan, is Actually a Sister Con?

Although Gu Bei had indeed severed their heads, in reality, he could not be certain of their actual condition.

Before Li You could react, a guard flashed swiftly in front of him, blocking him completely from whatever lay ahead.

Just as he was about to shout instructions to Wu Dalang and the others to work together and pull the net, someone called out to stop him.

A short while later, Han Qing opened his eyes, his entire body glowing with a faint, jade-like spiritual radiance.

Mu Qingsheng's initial intention was good, but he forgot that human hearts are fickle. Perhaps at the very beginning, the brothers genuinely felt a sense of guilt toward Mu Yue, but as time passed, not only did that guilt vanish, but resentment began to grow—just like now, where they neither wanted to perform corvée labor for the third branch nor hesitated to completely usurp the third branch's lands.

Before he could turn around completely, he felt a rush of wind, as if some heavy object was being hurled straight at him.

He glanced sideways at Mu Fuyang with a rather haughty expression. Hearing the gulping sounds of the other bailiffs drinking water, along with their heartfelt expressions of admiration, he could not help but swallow hard.

"Sigh, in Japan, foreigners always exploit undocumented immigrants without legal status," Dapeng said with a deep sigh, seemingly recalling some painful memories.

"What else does Mr. Han want?" Miyazaki Kansong spoke, filled with grief, indignation, and a profound sense of unwillingness.

He had been entirely occupied with handling matters in Peicheng lately and had not kept up with news from the outside world for a long time.

Supplemented by such a massive influx of aquatic spiritual energy, the innate water spirit blood within Qin Lie's dantian immediately became saturated. That single drop of innate water spirit blood suddenly burst forth with brilliant blue light, instantly illuminating Qin Lie's entire body in a dazzling blue glow.

Swirls of black miasma lingered around him, eventually gathering into a dense mass behind Gongsun Seventeen, sprouting a pair of fleshy wings. With a powerful flap in the air, a violent gale instantly swept up.

Looking at the surrounding martial artists who were crowding around him with expressions of pleasant surprise, Qin Lie's face remained utterly expressionless, while his mind raced with continuous contemplation.

"That being said, our Cao clan gave you this opportunity, yet you chose to retreat—therefore, the outcome of this clash is that I, Cao Tai, have won!" Tilting his head back to drain another cup of fiery liquor, Cao Tai told himself inwardly.

After such a night, he had expected to see a radiant and high-spirited emperor figure, yet he never imagined the man would still wear that carefree expression of utter nonchalance, as if the heavens themselves falling down could simply be used as a quilt.

"Can someone please tell me what on earth is going on?!" Bold as Chen Guhong was, he almost lost his mind at this moment. He gripped the Kunwu sword so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"Heh heh, an unexpected blessing from the heavens; your sister-in-law should be quite pleased," Ye Pingyu joked.

Upon entering the hotel, Ye Pingyu was led into a large private dining room. High-ranking provincial leaders such as Gao Jinren and Chen Zhicheng naturally sat at the same table as Ye Pingyu, alongside the principal municipal leaders Qian Yuansheng and Hua Jianlou, while everyone else dined at separate tables nearby.

Immediately afterward, the fiend muttered an incantation, driving its bloodline power to command the Scepter of the Gloomy Heart and launch an attack.

Only exceptionally wealthy families, purely for the sake of appearances, would burn more than others. Of course, the immutable truth of the matter was that if everyone had wealth, it meant no one truly had wealth.

Guang Huijuan felt immense terror toward Jiang Baige in this state and dared not provoke him. Since the person Jiang wanted to see was Zhou Ziyuan, Guang Huijuan surmised that once Jiang Baige finished venting his rage, Zhou Ziyuan would either be fired or subjected to severe threats and intimidation, emerging with an expression as if the end of the world had arrived.

"Yulan, why are all the windows and doors open? Aren't you afraid of the cold?" Lin Ran looked toward his wife, noticing a profound change in her expression. Mistaking this for a sign that the herbal remedies taken over the past few days had finally worked, he walked toward the window, preparing to shut it.

"Haha!" Tianmu glanced backward; Hantian, Zhan Wuxing, and the others were still within his control range. Unable to see that he had already approached the dragon egg, they were still blindly launching attacks based on his voice.

"The crane spirit rushes to the summit, the three illusory grand strides; the grand strides give birth to the two modes, the two modes engender the eight trigrams, the eight trigrams transform the four phenomena, the four phenomena give rise to the limitless..." Ye Feng danced alone downstairs, practicing the footwork and stances passed down by his master. Gradually, he began to comprehend their profound mysteries, driving him to practice obsessively day and night.

"Impossible, impossible, Dad is a tier-four martial artist, nothing could possibly happen to him, impossible." Duan Wei muttered before abruptly fainting away.

Cong Lin felt the world spinning around her; her ears buzzed so loudly that she could hear nothing clearly, and her vision turned entirely crimson before she lost consciousness completely.

The newcomer pushed aside the floral bushes and stepped forward—with that disheveled hair and haggard face, who else could it be but Ni Cai, who had gone to investigate the state of the Sevenfold Residence?

"You." Hearing this, Xu Qianyan, held in Hua Feng's embrace, was rendered speechless. While men might appreciate seductively charming women, no woman enjoyed being labeled as such. From Xu Qianyan's perspective, neither her appearance nor her attire resembled that sort of woman, so how could she possibly feel pleased being called one by Zhang Yina?

Even more astonishingly, the silver needles embedded in Xingtian's body were forced out by his formidable internal energy, shooting forth with muffled pops like hidden projectiles to barrage the White Tiger fiercely.