Chapter 37: Huo Zhanting Feels Jealous

Dai Duo could only offer a wry smile; he had never expected that a mere impeachment of Fang Xiaoyu would cause Prince Shuo to jump into the fray so abruptly.

Because the journey was somewhat long, a carriage had been prepared. Just as she stepped onto the footstool to board, someone from the side reached out to steady her.

Even Hua Xiaoyu, who had been quite shy only yesterday, was no longer so reserved; she sat whispering with Bai Yuexiang and Qiu Wanru, while the other men were drinking until their faces glowed, chatting with great fervor.

Sister Cha and Feng Susu struck their dance poses simultaneously, with Feng Susu holding a microphone as the lead singer.

"Rest assured, if His Majesty blames anyone, I shall bear the responsibility entirely." Su Nianjin walked straight ahead, expressionless and unblinking, seemingly having made up her mind.

Feiyuan, usually a man of few words, had said so much to express his feelings, so eager to claim his right to be intimate with her.

"I don't know." Yun Qing continued to ponder, but as more questions arose, she found herself unable to think any further.

"I wonder how many 'delicate flowers' Prince Xu brought back to the capital from his diplomatic mission to Yanzhou?" Sun Zhan chimed in to tease him.

He looked up at Qin Baisui and the others with a blank expression, and remembering the instructions of the Fairy of Lily of the Valley, he forced a smile and nodded.

Liang Bin felt a bit anxious; he had never seen the old master while he was still alive. Looking at the door left slightly ajar, he hesitated for a moment before pushing it open and stepping inside.

The streets of the royal capital remained bustling. Although the war had brought them terror, after two days of adaptation, their emotions had stabilized significantly; at the very least, life had to go on, and work had to be done.

Before Yin Ling'er could react, there was a flurry of hurried footsteps nearby. Suddenly, two figures—one yellow and one white—dashed out before her eyes.

Upon hearing the sound, Di Wu Xing was immediately startled, for it was very close, right behind him.

The oppressive black clouds, guided by magic, formed a massive cluster dozens of kilometers in diameter. Though the cloud formation seemed to move slowly, it descended to within a few hundred meters of the ground in no time at all.

"It is no matter; I am sure His Majesty has many affairs of state to attend to," Diermojada said humbly. Since he was the one seeking a favor, he had no choice but to lower his stance.

Although Di Wu Xing had not been seriously injured in his recent battle with Mu Tengzuo, his breath-control points had been affected. Without time to meditate and regulate his internal energy, he was in no state to engage in further combat.

While Zhou Ming was not entirely confident in his own abilities, he knew that his uncle’s condition was certainly not an ordinary problem. Besides, he knew that praying alone would never save a man, so he decided to step in and see for himself exactly what was wrong with his uncle.

Yan Xiuyu stood dazed in the bustling street for a long time, a look of bewilderment finally appearing on his soul-lost face.

Moreover, she was a member of the Taoist sect, the wife of Xiao He, the fifth-generation Yin-Yang boy. Even if every other person in the Taoist sect were a spy for the Underworld, I could never believe that Song Hanbing would be one.

Although his wife had been frightened into staying for a time, she eventually could no longer endure their life of hiding and fled from Wei Cai in secret. In the end, Wei Cai could not escape the tragedy of a broken home and separated family.

Seeing this, Wang Fan followed up with another sword strike, sending a massive blade storm crashing toward Si Wuya.

Anyone with strength below the "Three Flowers Gather at the Apex" Spirit God Realm would have no power to resist an attack from the Hidden Dragon Jade Pendant.

The one who pushed the door open must have been the man who killed Uncle Zhao; he had beheaded him the instant he opened the door and then shoved him aside.

"Pity, Xuanzi, you are truly pathetic. As a warrior, how can you have no Holy Power? Without it, how can you fight? How can you woo women? How can you trample others? If a warrior has no Holy Power, isn't that just a man becoming a eunuch?" Fat Xie blathered on incessantly.

Ma Zhe smiled bitterly: "Why is everyone still so focused on me after all this time?" While filming in Shanghai, he had completely lost track of his own popularity, as various news stories diverted attention daily; he hadn't expected it to be so exaggerated here.

Within a radius of a hundred miles, it was as if thousands of artillery shells had detonated, drowning the land in continuous explosions.

Zi Han roared, trying to vindicate himself. Before this, he had never offered an explanation. In the eyes of others, he had already joined the Demonic Sect and become a demon, but he did not want to explain, nor did he care to, for it was all in vain.

"I'm really not hungry," Zhang Qian said with a wry smile. After such a series of nightmares, how could he have any appetite left?

In the end, even the punishment decision against Fang Zijin by the Coconut City Television Station was deleted and could no longer be found.

Shi Feng had no impression of Zhao Bingxun, but since he had made a move, it meant that Shi Feng's rapid improvement had made the Zhao family feel threatened. They wanted to eliminate him, and they no longer cared much about his duel with Zhao Tianque, which showed they feared his growth rate and intended to nip it in the bud.

Relying on this supreme treasure, the Yin Ghost Judge finally preserved his soul, but having been severely damaged earlier, his soul power was now less than ten percent of what it once was, appearing incredibly weak and dim.

His wrinkled face trembled constantly. Thinking that his grandson could be saved, he was overwhelmed with excitement. He had previously inquired, and to cure his grandson's illness, he needed at least two hundred units of World Origin Liquid.

Chen Jiu said disdainfully, "You said it yourself, we are enemies. Why would I be afraid to take something from an enemy?"

Seeing that there were no objections from the crowd, Yao Kong nodded with satisfaction. He waved his palm sharply, and then another long whistle echoed, ringing out slowly.

The other was a middle-aged man with black, curved horns on his head, his skin dark and his body exceptionally sturdy.

How could this be? Xiao Feng was at the peak of the Fourth Burning Heaven Realm; even if Hai Tian had just broken through to the Fourth Burning Heaven, it should be impossible for him to be sent flying with a single blow.

Zhen Xuan returned to Qing'an Hall and recounted the events in detail to Old Madam Li and Lady Ji. Old Madam Li did not comment on who was right or wrong; concerned for Zhen Xuan's health, she told her to return to her room and rest.

His figure moved like a true dragon, carrying an aura of absolute destruction as he slammed his shoulder directly into the chest of Teng Diming.

Thinking that her husband was currently struggling for the sake of others, her heart felt as if it were being sliced by a knife, bleeding profusely.

As the person in the blue cloak turned around, a red nose, a bright red mouth, and blue eyes greeted the audience, leaving everyone stunned.