Chapter 82: The Liu Father and Son Beg for Mercy on Their Knees
Ye Feng took out his phone and dialed a number, his tone icy cold. “Is this the answer you give me?”
“Emperor Yu, are you dissatisfied with the way my son has been dealt with? No matter what demands you have, we will agree to them!” On the other end, Old Master Lu replied in a trembling voice, afraid that a single misstep would anger Emperor Yu, Ye Feng.
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Yet to outsiders, it appeared that this guardian’s emotions had faded entirely, leaving only pure reason behind.
Still, Fang Jiaoyue had to admit that this time, he truly couldn’t predict the direction of Teacher An’an’s novel; it seemed as if tragedy could strike at any moment—or perhaps it wouldn’t.
Under his intervention, Hongmen Escort Agency changed hands. Though Li Lianmen had once coveted Yuchenxi’s Yama Blade, Yuchenxi bore no grudge and appointed Li Lian as the head of Hongmen Escort Agency.
In this world, the power of the fire element battle suit was suppressed to an unimaginable degree.
And now, in the seawater beneath their ship, the priceless red coral Zhao Chen had spoken of covered the seabed, each one standing as tall as a person. Sunlight filtered down, illuminating the crimson corals.
That day, master and disciple awoke simultaneously and together went to kneel before the Lake Island Academy. Yet, by the time the ancestor was laid to rest, the bearded guest had already risen.
A laser shot from the third hand on Viktor’s back, striking out and following up with a normal attack, unleashing every bit of damage he could muster.
“Better spray more perfume!” Knowing it was all psychological, even swapping out a few more buckets of water would do no good. Zhao Chen climbed out of the tub, dried himself off, and addressed Xiangcheng, who had been silently attending to him.
Over decades and even centuries, the number of elves had grown, generation upon generation.
Karl Sanna did not reveal herself but followed behind, carefully observing the other’s every move.
The moment Liu’er opened the box, a faint medicinal fragrance wafted from the platform, catching the attention of Lie Qing and Liu Shi. Even Liu Tian narrowed his eyes, trying to see what rare treasure lay upon the silver tray.
What had happened? The duel was already over—wasn’t it just reaching its climax moments ago? How could it have ended so abruptly?
The princess shrank back into her sedan, the pearl curtain falling once again. Now, all that could be seen was a hazy, infinitely beautiful silhouette—like a dream, elusive and ethereal.
“No, no, this is my duty—just as it should be.” Dr. Lin grasped the other’s arm, repeating himself.
Not yet twenty, already a mid-level Martial King—such talent was monstrous, almost unnatural.
On Friday night, Li Yao, invited by Liu Lu to watch the match, called Li Shunan to tell her that the school team finals would take place at ten o’clock the day after tomorrow, and Zheng Ji would be competing.
“Bang…” A dull thud resounded as the hammer struck, yet the statue remained intact, almost mocking her own weakness.
“Senior Mo, this jade pendant is no ordinary item. We’ve tested it—modern cutting techniques cannot damage it in the slightest.” The old vendor with the goatee quickly explained when he saw Mo’s gaze fall upon the pendant.
An elegant, steady figure stood atop the horse like the most perfect sculpture, unmoved even after a day’s ride, the peerless beauty of Mu Yun undiminished.
“What’s with that look in your eyes?” Tsunade instinctively blocked Lei Yu’s gaze, puzzled. Even the cunning Tsunade could not guess Lei Yu’s meaning at this moment, or she would have fought him to the end.
The Three Kings received their orders and mobilized, the entire Imperial Hero faction deploying in unprecedented numbers. And, just as Li Xiao had said, since the Yi Hall had recently suffered a heavy blow, the brothers’ morale was not diminished but instead soared.