Volume 1, Chapter 53: The Imperial Capital's Wealthy Elite Are Nothing Special After All

Jiang Nanxing had two missions upon coming to Jianghai: one was to hunt down the two children from back then, and the other was to seize the Heavenly Crystal.

Within that basin, an extremely terrifying surge of blood Qi was undulating. The richness of that blood Qi could well be described as terrifying. As the fluctuations of blood Qi rose, they vaguely condensed into a lifelike phantom of an ancient phoenix, triggering continuous tsunamis all around.

Over here, Tao Zhuhu and Tao Zhutu listened to this nonsense while holding their foreheads, finding it utterly unlistenable, whereas Lan Ziyi merely sipped his wine with a cold sneer.

His tone was fraught with a commanding inflection, akin to a lofty emperor addressing a humble servant.

In contrast, ever since the conversation began, Chou Xiaozhi's gaze had been shifting back and forth between Lan Ziyi and his own son. Particularly upon hearing Lan Ziyi state that he had not tied his fate entirely to Prince De's ship, a sharp, fierce gleam flashed within Chou Xiaozhi's lazy, triangular eyes.

Two hundred sounds like a lot, but compared to this bottle of medicine, it is completely disproportionate. Two hundred isn't even enough to buy this bottle. Is the other party completely clueless about market prices, or do they have some other motive?

Lan Ziyi smiled and nodded without speaking, merely wondering how many meals for the starving refugees outside the city could be bought by just one such exquisitely crafted candle.

Second Elder Zhang produced a pack of Zhongghua cigarettes and distributed a few to the villagers who smoked. After lighting them up and taking only a couple of puffs, the crying of a child suddenly rang out not far away.

Just then, their car roared past the main entrance of the Wan's Group. Jingyi turned her head to look inside the gates and happened to see Wan Miao's car slowly driving along the side road toward the interior of the company.

The cavalry of the Tiger-Tracking Camp were blocked by the infantry following behind, unable to maneuver freely, nor were they suited for blocking the city gate. At this point, they had to withdraw.

The gale-force wind whipped up flying sand and stones. In an instant, the leaves all over the mountains seemed as though they were being torn apart simultaneously by countless hands, swirling within the hurricane to blot out the sun and sky, plunging the already encroaching night into a bitter, pitch-black gloom.

"Though I know you do not fancy me speaking thus, I must still observe proper etiquette. Welcome to the abyss." Satan spoke. Unlike the deep timbre he had previously used when facing those demon kings, this was a slightly bright and pleasant voice.

Chu Feng directly hauled a jar of wine over from the nearby table. These reserves amounted to no less than ten jugs at the very least.

After Tang Zhihang and the others in the car escorted the three thugs into the police station, Officer Han happened to walk out and run into us.

Murong Kuang wore a blank expression as his palms thrust out continuously. A crimson mist of blood spread from his sleeves, instantly devouring and shattering his fierce sword Qi.

The Venerable Poison Dragon and Daoist Piercing-Heart, floating in mid-air, were both startled when the fire skeleton suddenly struck, unaware of what the fire skeleton transformed by the Heavenly Righteousness Star Lord was up to.

Hello everyone, I am Tang Zhihan. Right now, Tang Zhihang, members of the guild, and I are at a restaurant, and at this moment, Tang Zhihang is facing the greatest crisis in history—being forced to drink alcohol.

Seeing the might of the crab claws and how Tie Xingyan's steel waist saber was clipped and snapped in two by them—it was simply too hard! As far as Zimo could see, the only vulnerable spot to pierce was the joint of the crab claw.

He immediately feigned a look of bitter contemplation, wearing an expression of extreme distress as his face turned pale as paper.

A large white banner fluttered atop the warship, embroidered with a tiger shark. The ship captain, who had spent years traveling the seas, recognized it as the banner of the pirate Li Biao's faction.

Right at that moment, Zhao Ri was walking with her head down when she suddenly bumped straight into a soft shoulder. Zhao Ri's disheveled hair fluttered wildly in the wind and stuck to her face, leaving only a pair of light-colored eyes staring blankly at the man before her.

Faced with the colossal palm that was once utterly irresistible, Zhang Fei neither dodged nor evaded, allowing the giant hands to clamp around his body.

Tai Hunqin was startled once more. This robust voice was so familiar that she would never forget it throughout her life—the boundless magic power of Tuoxing! The thought flashed through Tai Hunqin's mind that this demon was in collusive league with the Extreme Flame Demon, and with a look of rage on her face, she opened her mouth to hurl abuses.

With a helpless smile, Zhang Fei placed his long sword on the table. "Consider this an apology for deceiving you, though I have no use for this sword anyway." With that, Zhang Fei turned and walked toward the door.

"This..." Looking at Mu Qing as he charged out, Lin Feng could not help feeling somewhat puzzled. After all, he was unaware of Mu Qing's emotional fluctuations just moments ago. It was as if someone who had been quietly waiting all along had suddenly, without rhyme or reason, flown into a rage and rushed out to pick a fight with someone else. Both Qin Bing and Lin Feng were at a loss.

Xia Feng was naturally unsatisfied with this outcome, yet he could do nothing about Liu Hong's decision.

The poison had already been given to the undercover agent. Thinking of the events destined to unfold today, he grew increasingly elated, sipping his tea as he muttered, "Mo Li, isn't it true that you lack nothing? If the people of the Mo family were to kill Mo Fu, I wonder if you would still lack nothing then!" With that, he smiled smugly.

Watching the emerald bamboo burning incessantly below, he felt his heart drumming anxiously, hoping to pull this off by deception; otherwise, leaving this place would be out of the question.

Hearing Sister Yu's explanation, Ye Zheng's brow furrowed even deeper. Naturally, he held no fondness whatsoever for such a person.