53 The Chairman's Scandal

Years ago, Bruce had already found the tomb of the Apocalypse. Of course, that old man only claimed to have fallen into a deep sleep, but Bruce had previously checked and confirmed that the true Apocalypse had turned into a blue-skinned mummified corpse.

Due to Sun Xuefu’s physical condition, Chen Xing instructed her to rest first, then separately recounted Sun Xuefu’s ordeal to Qu Jingfei and Xia Tian.

“Your Majesty, Generals Li Chang and Wang Shicheng have returned from quelling the rebellion and will soon arrive at Ye City,” Shi Min reported.

Zhu Dan stifled a laugh and tried to cover it up, saying, “Pingping, that pig-stabbing move is really impressive—I want to learn it too, hahaha!” She couldn’t help but laugh again. Zhou Yiwei approached holding a knife and asked, “What pig-stabbing move?” Cao Ping immediately took off running.

When Cao Ping arrived, Aunt Wang was accompanying him for a brain CT scan, and Zheng Hu, whom he hadn’t seen for a long time, was nearby.

One by one, people vanished from his sight. After the Young Master Wutian and the Three Elders were swallowed by the black hole, only the blood-flamed Marquis and Roy remained in the entire room.

The Azure Ship sailed steadily without haste. Bai Chuan, the helmsman, squinted his eyes and rhythmically rocked the oars in his hands. Suddenly, the old man’s rowing hand paused; his usually narrowed eyes snapped open wide, alertly scanning ahead.

However, after witnessing the battle between Blood Fox and Fang Ruoxuan at night and realizing Blood Fox’s strength, Chen Xing deeply felt his preparations were insufficient. He then summoned a scythe demon and a hellhound.

Uncle Wang’s fish restaurant remained bustling. When Cao Ping arrived, it was peak dining time inside, and Wang Yuange was busy serving dishes.

“Now, let me show you my ultimate secret technique—the Duststorm Instant Strip!” Katris declared as sandy-yellow spheres tumbled out of the cabin one by one. No one knew how he managed to store so much sand in his room.

Liao Tianqi and his companions found themselves trapped with no way forward or back. Facing the madman Chen Yu, a sense of embarrassment followed one after another. If they spoke another word, they would probably face a severe beating.

The endless sea continuously battered the dark rocks on the shore, sending countless sprays of waves.

From the moment Qin Yang saw the grand welcome banners at the hotel entrance to the step-by-step introductions and flattery along the way, he felt uneasy. Once inside this room, his frown deepened even more.

“Brother Chen…” Hong Yu seemed thoughtful, looking at me as if wanting to say something but unable to voice it.

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“Let’s kill the weaker one first!” Xiao Yu smiled faintly, not fearing that Pilust and the others might overhear.

Qiu Yechen shrugged and extended the back of his hand. A green insect crawled slowly on it.

Justin understood what the Black Toad meant—entering the God’s Lost Paradise was dangerous. It was unsurprising that three juniors, only at the peak of the Saint Rank, had died.

“Hehe, partially recovered, why the hurry? Is something wrong?” Zhou Dao asked curiously.

“This is my duty; it shouldn’t be this troublesome, right?” Perhaps feeling guilty, Chen Yu spoke less resolutely, his tone more inquisitive.

They glanced at Ning Zixi’s clothes, assuming she disliked dirty garments and feared scaring the child, so they didn’t insist she hold the baby.

The furniture placed around the room was exquisite, evidently well cared for, all surfaces emitting a faint, beautiful sheen.

Old Six lowered his head, afraid to look up. A pair of eyes shot daggers at him—he dared not provoke them.

The enemy repeatedly broke through the encirclement of the guard battalion. Every escape succeeded because this jungle was the home turf of the Eighth Route Army.

From a previously empty spot, a man stepped out, knelt on one knee, and awaited the emperor’s inquiry.

Rescuing them was certain, but if they were saved only to be suspected of possession by ghosts, it would be a net loss.

Andrew observed everything keenly. Only now did he realize how scarce his talents were. Reluctantly, he deployed the Crusader Legion—only four members in total, who stood no chance against the Northern Alliance generals one-on-one.

“Dual swords?” Beidou flipped midair, skillfully dodging the strike, then quickly retreated to create distance. Holy magic was unpredictable—who knew what other tricks Chester had up his sleeve?

The adjacent cell was spotless, without a single foul-smelling old straw. The blue stone slabs on the floor were washed daily with cold water, shining brightly enough to reflect light.

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They had always believed that the underworld’s methods were rubbish; now, they realized how terribly wrong they were.

Every team’s appearance was closely observed by Su Yu, who gauged their cultivation and strength. The more he looked, the clearer it became that none were simple—they were all formidable.

“Don’t call me ‘cousin aunt’! That’s humiliating,” Chu Yunfang snapped angrily. Earlier, she had reprimanded Jiang Xue for not addressing her properly, accusing her of rudeness and poor upbringing.

Lu Nianzhi found it amusing, lowering his head as three heads bumped together, whispering conspiratorially over the fine food.

The war drums thundered, battle cries pierced the sky. Though the twelfth young lady did not participate, she could imagine the final outcome.

Of course, nothing was truly over—there might still be twists ahead. Perhaps someone would thoroughly disappoint Huang Xuan.

Upon hearing Ling Yao’s invitation, it was clear that the earlier incident was a trap set either for him or for Nangong Yanyue.

At this moment, Tianjizi’s condition was much better than before; at least he no longer appeared on the brink of death.

It should be noted that he had originally refined his elemental energy twelve times, allowing him to comprehend more laws than others. Now, coupled with internal cultivation free from law restrictions, his advantages were even greater.

They had already donated a treasure unconditionally; asking them to donate the remaining one as well felt somewhat shameless.