46 The Grand Banquet at the Royal Gardens

"Tagaloga!" Upon hearing Leo's account, a look of horror crossed Bran's face, and he involuntarily blurted out a name in an ancient tribal tongue.

Figures capable of turning the tide and saving the day like Sun Wu and Yuan Shijia had already appeared before, so the emergence of yet another rising star was entirely understandable.

Previously, it had not been taken seriously. However, the recent sea beast tide and several encounters with sea raiders thrust the Chen family into the limelight.

Caught off guard and panicked, the man surnamed Zhang was about to spill the intelligence regarding his escape route, but at the realization of the drone's presence, he abruptly clamped his mouth shut.

Sensing something was amiss, Sylvia immediately executed the contingency plan Leo had formulated for the worst-case scenario. Enveloping herself in the power of the God Hunter, she plunged her entire being into a state of suspended animation, halting all bodily changes and drastically slowing the rate of erosion.

The Rakshasa Demon Emperor laughed aloud, yet unbothered; even though high priests were unfathomable, he refused to believe anyone could see through his current predicament at a single glance.

With the departure of these individuals, the restrictive barriers erupted within the Primordial Immortal Mansion slowly subsided, as if nothing had transpired at all, yet the outside world was thrown into massive turmoil.

"It is destined that young paragons coexist in the same era, where one shall step upon the bones of another to forge their invincible momentum and pave their invincible path!" Emperor Qin countered tit-for-tat, displaying an overwhelmingly formidable stance.

Reaching the peak, wisps of ethereal mist swirled about, refracting multi-colored halos against the sunlight and rendering the sea of clouds around the mountain even more breathtakingly magnificent, akin to a fairy realm from mythological tales.

Consequently, Chen Ziliang and the others harbored no further reservations, allowing soaring battle intent to surge. Under the leadership of Qin Jiuge, they rushed forward like a raging tide, plunging directly into the fray.

Mother Xia declared, "I give you three days. If there is no answer within three days, I will go straight to the director and hold you accountable." With that, she turned to leave.

Though she did not know where Hu Fei had gone, she caught sight of a speck of blood spattered on his body—blood that had sprayed when he severed Xue Ru's left arm.

Messengers coming from the palace to summon his son had occurred more than once or twice; everyone in the estate should have long been accustomed to it, so he did not feel anything was amiss.

That was entirely unrealistic. After all, countless eyes were fixed upon him, and even if he were fully armed, he would eventually be exposed.

"If there were one, there truly wouldn't be much room for you," Gu Chen remarked with a light scoff, speaking the truth. For someone like Gu Chen, once he developed affection, it was eternal.

Gouwa arrived at the village committee a bit late today, so he missed the commotion Li Zhengtang had just raised, but Xia Ruolan recounted every detail to him.

Did Jun Xiye trade the tiger tally he guarded his entire life away, solely to personally help the woman of his heart ascend to the position of empress?

Pacing back and forth within the grand hall with a contemplative look, Hu Fei spoke thoughtfully, not forgetting to subtly flatter Hu Weiyong.

Armed with life experiences from his past reincarnation, Gouwa tended to overthink matters when analyzing problems, and he felt this incident was by no means a coincidence.

Karl issued the order to open the passage, and a massive pipeline was pulled open by a towing vehicle. At that moment, the interior of the passage was filled with thick white mist—the residual vapor of liquid nitrogen. Although the liquid nitrogen pool had completely evaporated, the temperature inside remained intensely bitter.

Witnessing such heaven-defying methods, Minghui and the Sect Master of the Yanming Sect could not help but wear looks of astonishment. In the past, whenever the two of them entered alone, which time did they not have to go through harrowing trials and tribulations?

"Who are you?" Jiang Dongyu wanted to speak, but no words came. He snapped his eyes open, only to realize he had been having a vast dream.

"What formidable staff technique, now taste my spear!" The lead commander burst into laughter, and in a mere flash, he was right before Jiang Dongyu.

Xia Yuan looked calmly at Alves, a smile playing on his lips as he said, "Director Alves is truly hospitable." Raising his hand, Xia Yuan shook his handcuffs, and then his hands suddenly jerked upward. Alves's wrists were now bound by a pair of handcuffs, while Xia Yuan was completely free.

He could not remain away until the children were born. After staying at home for a single night, Xia Yuan was still in bed the next morning when he heard the telephone ring.

"Since you boast so much about how formidable your swordplay is, how about this? I will allow you to thrust at me three times. If you fail to inflict even the slightest scratch on me within those three tries, I will let him go. If you win, I shall step aside and leave you to kill him." Pig Linjiang's provocative tactic seemed simple enough, yet if one truly encountered an expert clinging to their pride and status, its success rate would be remarkably high.

To provoke her scarce remaining patience in such a manner is truly akin to actively courting death.

Expecting a night devoid of color, Consort Xiang unexpectedly groped her way in through the darkness, causing Bai Cheng to instantly fall silent.

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Even the pinecone poked its head out from Siming's pocket, sizing up the man before it.

Yet Jiang Haowei still failed to show up. Liu Yi urged him several times, only to be told that the teacher wouldn't let him leave. Frustration flared in Liu Yi: "You're a slacking student, you don't need to care about the teacher; it doesn't matter if you leave."

However, what Liu Dong said remained largely superficial. As for specific execution, he hadn't uttered a single word about it. It might fool an ordinary person, but to the shrewd figures in the audience, it was as redundant as taking off one's pants to fart.

Because the price had already been inflated by Zhong Yongchang, gifting too many would lose all meaning. It would be far better to give him just two bunches, as this would continuously string Zhong Yongchang along in suspense. After pondering the matter, Li Xiaofan decided to gift Zhong Yongchang only two bunches of these grapes.

"How to achieve it? What else besides life can command their utmost attention?" Jigsaw removed his bizarre mask and asked in puzzlement.

Upon asking Yang Lin, he discovered that Yang Lin had skipped lunch, and he hadn't eaten either. Consequently, Li Xiaofan called the agritainment resort and asked them to prepare a full table of meals for them.

Li Xiaofan had no idea how much he had memorized, but figured he would just redo it later if anything turned out incorrect.

Beagle ran into a corner, stood up on his hind legs, and began frantically rubbing himself against the wall as if scratching an itch, swaying his bulky backside left and right. The sight resembled an extremely overweight fellow attempting an awkward elderly disco, culminating in a squirt directed straight at the wall.

Meanwhile, after securing their one-hundredth victory in the Hell Slaughter Fields, countless blood-red bats began to emerge within the arena.