Volume 1, Chapter 60: Reduced to Nothingness

Just as Tang Xinyi was about to retort, a young person had already stood up. "President Meng, I am An Weiwei, Executive Officer of Glory Pharmaceuticals. Since everyone is being modest, I am willing to speak first."

At that moment, the remaining two leaped forward, transforming into streaks of light shooting straight toward Zihan. Yet, facing those two figures, a cold smile involuntarily crept up the corner of Zihan's lips. As her long sword swept and slashed, Hufeng finally stirred, and a roar akin to a tiger's whistle suddenly erupted.

In the blink of an eye, the true form of the ferocious beast lunged toward the top true kings of the Golden Tent Khanate.

Soldiers woken by the smoke, soldiers woken by calls, soldiers woken by the noise—they all drew their weapons one after another and grew vigilant of their surroundings. It wasn't until they took a whiff of the surrounding scent that they realized, once again, those mischievous peach-furred beasts had come looking for trouble.

Shenxiuzi could not help but be startled at the sight, his heart trembling as he watched this unfold. His gaze froze for a split second. Feeling Zihan at this very moment, he was speaking, yet his heart was also filled with dread.

With words, with legends, with lies, and with that giant fierce bird whose "spat-out fireballs could rival the sun," he destroyed every single young person who wished to step out of this village and see the world outside.

Next, Qiu Fan unleashed dozens of consecutive slashes, every single one executed with all his might, battering Chen Huiyao to the point of vomiting blood repeatedly and forcing him back step by step.

Therefore, over the past few days, Tang Ming had been sticking close to Zhang Wei because he had to rely on Zhang Wei to pay for meals.

Yet this did not signify anything good. It clearly meant that while the mysterious golden pattern on Chen Huiyao's body could block the majority of Qiu Fan's attacks, it could not completely render him immune to them.

The murderous aura was simply too overwhelming; Xiaoxiang Yu's face turned pale with fright as she looked at Tang Ming with a worried expression.

"This looks so disgusting. What are these things used for?" the Queen asked, furrowing her brow.

Ling Qingcheng rested her chin in her hand and gazed at her. If Mu Huanxi was a decent person, she would actually hope she could become an imperial concubine.

The expression of Daoist Hulu changed drastically. He hurriedly pushed back his topknot, opening the heavenly gate. Auspicious clouds drifted and churned as the three flowers hoisted a blood-red pagoda that slowly rose into the air, radiating boundless brilliance to shield Daoist Hulu within. A mighty force of containment erupted and surged forth, neutralizing Kunpeng's devouring power.

When he finally woke up, the surroundings were plunged in despair, and his comrades were hopping mad with fury one by one.

Thus, he allied with the warmongering young generals to forcefully suppress the conservative faction led by Daisan, Manggultai, and others.

It was not because of a stifling sensation in his chest, but because Ling Qingcheng's birth-date jade pendant rested there. He could not bear to return it to her. He hoped that in the dead of night, he could pretend none of this had ever happened, pretend that Ling Qingcheng was still his wife, and pretend that she had merely returned to the palace for the night and was simply unable to accompany him.

There were no towering imperial city walls; the imperial palace was merely enclosed by a perimeter wall about a zhang high, just like an ordinary household's. In front of the main palace gate, there was no moat or white-jade bridge; instead, it was planted with all sorts of flowers, and the chrysanthemums were currently in full bloom.

The maid stopped speaking as well. She merely gazed at the impenetrable wall of guards outside the carriage, anxiously estimating the daylight left.

Almost everyone roared in unison, a sound so overwhelming and earth-shattering that even the charging Japanese devils were startled into a shudder.

By now, he had recovered a third of his strength, and walking on the ground was no longer a problem.

Those smooth thighs were brilliantly white and dazzling, every inch of skin resembling a piece of fine suet lard, exuding a temptation that no normal man could resist.

Lu Feng smiled slightly, immediately increasing the output of his internal energy while focusing his mental power to its peak state, beginning to use his internal energy to force out the cancerous substances from within Besrilan's body.