Chapter 54: The Loli Ji Chengge

Looking at the azure sword of Qingming suspended before her, and assuming she was being coerced by the woman standing opposite, Lou Si's hostility toward her instantly intensified.

"Don't worry, A-zao, Fourth Brother will definitely capture her and avenge you."

Jiang Zao was speechless. Did he not know that letting one's imagination run wild was a serious illness?

The battle between the two intensified. Seeing that Lou Si was no match, Yan Wuqiu leaped forward to join the fray.

With his participation, Ji Chengge gradually found it difficult to parry and began to fall behind, just as Lou Si—

However, Yan Jun always did such things in private, not daring to let his colleagues find out, lest it cause unnecessary trouble.

His expression turned grim in an instant. Gripping his phone, he found Lan Meng's number in his contacts and dialed.

By this time, Wu Yue had already stored Xue'er inside the spatial ring of life, and then, using the art of traversal, returned to the mural in front of the dilapidated temple outside the elf world.

"He... sigh, forget it. Die, stop brooding. I promise you, as long as you return from the battlefield, even if I have to abduct him, I will make him marry you!" The man seemed to have made a firm resolve as he suddenly spoke to Die.

Lu Yu blinked, then nodded, grasped the giant angelic greatsword firmly, and swung it casually a couple of times.

Nuonuo said that Cederov was a world-class master of oil painting, and this being his first time holding an art exhibition in China, it was an extremely rare opportunity. If she missed it this time, she might never have the chance again.

Looking at the giant lizard now, its massive mouth continued to emit roars of fury. The claw that had been severed by the Heaven-Slaying Sword had turned into wisps of lightning and returned to its body, whereupon the giant claw regenerated once more.

According to legend, several secluded sects each ruled over one or several nations. Seeing the demeanor of the All-Treasure Pavilion now, it didn't seem like a mere legend after all.

"Perhaps not three, but four!" A voice came from outside the door, both unfamiliar and yet strangely familiar.

The Fourth Prince stood before the gates of the Palace of Cautious Benevolence. He had once looked upon the Crown Prince with envy, longing to have a palace of his own. Yet now, as he gazed at the Palace of Cautious Benevolence, it felt nothing more than a prison cell.

Gasps of astonishment erupted from the students. There was the Gourmet Demon King, stripped to the waist, revealing his rugged, well-defined demonic muscles. His eyes flashed with a piercing light as he took huge bites of the lotus-leaf chicken in his hands, completely lost in the moment.

The citizens of the Mu State cheered with joy, while the surrounding nations harbored complex thoughts. Once the news spread, many people's first reaction was disbelief, but as the reality was laid bare piece by piece, they had no choice but to accept the truth.

Affection and hatred could be set aside, and grudges could be left unasked. Why he had killed Chen Fei no longer truly mattered. What mattered was that Chen Fei was dead, and there was no turning back for the two of them. Therefore, a final farewell was the best way for them to part.

"Xiao Cheng, I really want to know what your attitude toward Qianqian is," Yang Ling said to Xiao Cheng with utmost seriousness.

Suddenly, a thought stirred in her heart. Hastily drying herself off, she changed into a bathrobe, stepped out of the bathroom, and walked all the way to the brightly lit courtyard, bringing along a wooden training katana.

The maidservants at the entrance bowed to me, but I had no mind to acknowledge them. I walked listlessly toward my own bedchamber. At the very end of the corridor, however, I noticed that Chen Fei's door was still wide open.

The final sentence instantly amused Su Jinghui: "Then this Marquis of Loyal Bravery's estate must be truly live~ly~." It was bound to be lively to the point of chaos.

A cascade of damage numbers rolled out, with Fengyun Qingfeng taking the brunt of the attack and being instantly killed—the eternal tragedy of a leather-armor assassin.

Though she had only removed the phoenix crown, Su Jinghui still felt a sudden, full-body lightness. She couldn't help letting out a silent sigh of relief, only to see Xuan Yuanche crouching casually and naturally in front of her, his pair of amber, peach-blossom eyes twinkling with a captivating luster as he fixed his gaze on her with a smile.

Gu Mochen's eyes went wide. Was this supposed to be a reward for his life-or-risk swallowing of the Iron-Armored Bear's beast core?

Earlier, when Zhao Xu bestowed a few taels of silver upon old man Wang, the old man had been moved to tears of gratitude. Now that the prince had saved his second son's life as well, his gratitude toward Zhao Xu was boundless. He kowtowed three times in succession, and even Zhao Xu, overwhelmed, offered repeated words of thanks before finally departing with his eldest son.