Chapter 35: Severing Ties
Feng Su left the office with a cold expression. As he and Assistant Hu headed downstairs, Feng Huang’s people had already taken notice. She stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing down.
“Vice President, are we just going to sit here and wait for disaster? Old President Feng is really something—despite all the work you’ve done for the group, he’s letting the crown prince take the throne!”
With a cigarette between her lips, Feng Huang exhaled a plume of smoke. “He’s always been partial to Feng Su and his mother. But that position won’t be stable for him, not as long as he’s entangled with that woman.”
At this moment, as they watched Lu Qi, everyone outside the field was left speechless—not because he was stronger than everyone else, but because he had accomplished something the others at this stage could not.
Having run for quite some time, she had already used up half of her stamina pills, yet still hadn’t found a single means of transport.
Lou Hai was perplexed. There had originally been a mile’s distance between them, and it had widened, but now it was inexplicably down to just a hundred yards. His heart pounded with anxiety, but knowing his subordinates were just ahead, he allowed himself a sliver of hope—only for things to change underfoot once more.
Once clueless about the meaning of “fusion of strength,” Lu Qi had now already spent a year studying at the academy. Time had flown by as if it were only yesterday.
Just as Yi Le was about to continue speaking, the sound of the front door opening echoed from the entrance, quickly followed by Tong Nai’s bright, ringing voice.
The entire process was just like any other player’s exploration of the fog of war: as long as one’s own field of vision covered the area, the map for the Thousand Worlds Tree faction would be automatically recorded, and the fog would be completely wiped away.
“The former king? Our current king is Ace,” Lu Qi replied with an innocent look; after all, he had been born after Newgate died and knew nothing about history.
The final boss or heroic spirit-level monster in the pioneering dungeon also used a contribution-based kill system, just like the Moon Lake incident. Any damage dealt would be converted into contribution points.
The blood-red clouds above pressed low in the sky, hanging just six hundred meters from the ground. The ten of them, including Mu Ye, were flying about three hundred meters above the earth.
The two exchanged dizzying blows countless times until, suddenly, Gu Xuanxu halted. He held his treasured sword aloft, its blade slowly rising, and the three tassels naturally hung down.
Among those present, Mayor Zheng held the highest actual status. Although Director Yan of the Department of Transformation was also at the same rank and based in the capital, his real power was still somewhat lacking—a city’s chief magistrate was obviously more important.
Failing to land a blow, Uncle Zhu of the Zhu family gave a low shout, and his deep, vigorous spiritual power surged like a tide. His arms tensed, his claws flashed, and two gigantic talons struck once again.
“Can you take off your clothes too? Let me show you how it’s done.” Wu Yong gently stroked the Saintess’s hair and face as he spoke.
Those who wanted him dead couldn’t finish him off in court, so they resorted to dirty tricks and ambushes in the military camp, pushing him to the brink.
Through the art of qi soldiers, Fang Yaofeng could not only see the entirety of the office but also perceive Dai Yuanbao’s fortune.
“…May I ask, why am I still unable to move!?” Needless to say, Jian Fu’s wounds had indeed healed—but he felt as if something still wasn’t quite right. Most crucially, he remained paralyzed.
A streak of light was blocked by the gorilla’s outstretched hand, yet it still did not emerge. Even as it appeared more enraged, it remained hidden.
Guided by Gowe, when Inuyasha and Higurashi Kagome ran to her residence, they happened to be caught by her family right at the door.
Her comment only made Gu Feng feel even more awkward. Pretending not to hear, he walked toward the dais again. Having suffered twice before, this time he did not rashly place his hand on the Red Dragon Cang’s wrist to feel her pulse. Instead, under the surprised gazes of the three, he sat cross-legged.
Just as Golden Lion Shiki was sighing about the lonely emptiness of life, a bizarre-looking figure—clearly a comical sort—approached. As he moved, a series of strange sounds, so ridiculous they made people want to laugh but not dare to, drifted into the crowd’s ears.