Chapter 54: On the Art of Humiliation-A princesa volta com o filho, e o frio e poderoso ministro se arrepende amargamente(A batata-doce roxa está muito quente.)

Upon hearing the word "innocent," Prince Shou burst into laughter as if he had just heard the most colossal joke in the world, laughing until tears streamed from his eyes.

"If this prince is innocent, then there are hardly any truly pure souls left in this world."

Prince Shou's gaze turned as sharp as a blade. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have stepped on my shoulders to achieve your own ambitions."

Indeed, having been uncle and nephew for many years, Cheng Xueyang's remark had merely been a polite pleasantry.

"Back when I was young and ignorant, I thought Your Imperial Uncle was utterly harmless, right up until the beginning of this year—"

"Then this grandson will take his leave first," Zhao Yunchu said with a low bow, turning to walk out only after his grandfather gave a nod.

This man was indeed Young Master Li, the very person Li Zhensha had asked Xiao Huan to track down, because there was a dark mole on his face, adorned with six curved white hairs.

With a miserable shriek from Guan Yu, a warrior comparable to a quasi-emperor died just like that, leaving the onlookers all around dumbfounded.

Yang Ruoli's mood grew as gloomy and desolate as the weather outside, sinking deeper into sorrow before she finally retreated to her bed.

"Xiru, Shiming has already said she is sorry. She didn't want any of this to happen in the first place. Since she's here, just let her take a glance at Shangguan Ao. Besides, she is Shangguan Ao's wife after all; surely she has the right to see her own husband," Yang Xiujie said rather bluntly.

"Knowing it hurts is enough? Yang Xiujie, either you leave right now, or you can stand here and watch Yang Shiming suffer in pain the whole time?" Shangguan Ao said, glaring at Yang Xiujie. Yet, upon catching sight of the beads of perspiration glistening on Yang Shiming's forehead, his grip loosened; this was merely a tactic to intimidate Yang Xiujie.

Lady Yingying flashed a furious glare, opening her mouth as if about to throw a tantrum, but she was stopped by a reaching hand from Min Yanshan beside her. Grudgingly, she let out a humph and sat back down.

"Hmph! Obviously!" When it came to one-on-one duels, Guan Yu had never yielded to anyone, including the masked man standing right beside him.

Monte held a lofty and revered status, with countless top-tier cultivators frequently seeking elixirs from him. Now that he had entered the bidding, many others wisely decided to drop out.

In the royal city square of the Celestial Fiend Clan, Murong Jingtian, previously a figure of peerless grace and handsome bearing, was now in a rather wretched state. Covered in blood and drained of spiritual energy, even one of his arms hung limply at his side. He could barely manage to remain standing by using a golden spear as a crutch.

Without giving Su Mu any further chance to speak, the moment Ling Feng finished those words, his soft lips pressed against Su Mu's. This time, Su Mu offered no struggle, simply allowing everything to unfold as naturally as it should.

Zhang Yue abruptly snapped his eyes open, brilliant golden light swirling within his pupils. His mouth parted of its own accord, continuously chanting a single syllable while the red tip of his tongue trembled between his teeth, blooming into a pale pink lotus flower. This was a literal manifestation of the tongue blossoming with lotus flowers.

Although he was still more than three zhang away from Hua Bainian and the others, he had managed to overhear Hua Bainian's words.

Qin Ping frowned slightly, sensing an intense, suffocating stench of blood rush out of the cave the moment the entrance was unsealed.

Just as she was frantically attempting these remedial measures, Ling Feng's call came through again. However, the phone was currently in Le Duo's hand. The moment she saw the caller ID, she directly muted the phone, depriving Su Mu of any reaction time and keeping her completely unaware that Ling Feng had tried calling during this interval.

Zhang Yue flashed forward to place himself in front of Nezha, blocking his path. "What do you think you can fight with in your current state? Just get some rest!" Zhang Yue countered with a sweeping palm strike, enveloping Nezha in a brilliant white glow as rich, potent vitality surged to heal his wounds.

"I will use my own lifespan as the price to make you perish today! Your divine soul shall be the sacrificial offering that allows my Fiend Clan to formally step into the Heavenly Way!" the Fiend Lord declared with a laugh.

"No need. The energy analysis from just now indicates that the opposing entity's individual tier is lower than ours; we can win!" Rhaegar raised a hand to signal the fleet to advance. Knowing that Rhaegar's combat style favored brute force, his subordinates dared not argue and could only obey the command.