Chapter Seventy-Three: The Banquet

At this moment, Zhao An had changed into a new set of clothes. He wore a bright red suit, looking especially festive, his whole bearing radiant as he stood there. Shu Ji stepped forward, cheerfully set one of the cases before Zhao An, and said with a grin, “Young Master Zhao, I’ve brought you something special—blood coral unique to Hokkaido. I know you have a taste for such things, so I went to great lengths to find it for you.”

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Li Xuetian, resigned, dragged it to one side and changed into a fresh set of clothes. Gazing at the roaring fire, he thought to himself that Shenduling would likely be reduced to scorched earth.

Yet, just when Xiao Feng thought that suppressing and refining the rampaging flames would prove extremely difficult, the once-violent Immortal Demon Flame suddenly ceased its mutual devouring and collision with the Six Paths Reincarnation Flame.

It was no secret that Han Qi had an elder brother, so when Gu You saw Bai Yusi messaging Han Yi just now, he wasn’t the least bit surprised by Han Yi’s identity.

Everyone knew they stood no chance facing a demon beast at the level of a master alchemist head-on. If they split up and ran, there was at least a slim hope of survival. At the leader’s command, they scattered in all directions without hesitation.

This was the feeling that filled the hearts of Miller and the Eagle of Gallie at this moment—they could hardly believe what Xiao Feng had said.

Late at night, Ah Huan huddled in a corner of the woodshed, quietly sobbing. The cold wind whirled in through the broken window, carrying away even the last traces of warmth beside her.

The two martial artists behind Lin Yang likewise attacked from above and below, swinging their large blades at him from the left and right. The last of the group leapt into the air and brought his blade down hard on Lin Yang’s head, showing no mercy.

During that period, even prisons would be on holiday, with few guards around. He figured that, relying on his identity, he could find an excuse to slip in unnoticed.

But Han Qi did not need such things. Her command of her lines was excellent, and she didn’t need any prompting for her dialogue throughout—she had memorized it all.

The four before them were the last high-ranking members of Paradise of Light. At the onset of the beast tide, they had hidden in a corner of the battlefield. Using Aisha’s powerful hypnotic abilities, the sea beasts under her spell became their best shield.

“Qingyan, don’t worry, I’ll come back. I promised I would protect you,” the Purple Emperor reassured Qingyan, dispelling her concerns.

Since He Gu was still recovering from his injuries and unable to return to Ironflame Town in the short term, Jiang Hexi would oversee the preliminary funeral arrangements, including the burial and comfort for the bereaved. The formal ceremony would be held once He Gu returned.

Liang Chen sat alone by the bedroom window, gazing quietly at the night outside. He absentmindedly flicked the ash from his cigarette. The room was silent, as tranquil as the eternal night itself.

“Sir, the messenger has already been dispatched, but even if we wait for reinforcements from the garrison at Silver River County, it will be at least ten days. There’s no way we can hold out that long!” A city defense officer knelt before Cao Ming, his voice filled with despair.

Receiving praise from the number one in the league, Chu Yang couldn’t help but feel delighted. If only James hadn’t clasped his hand with such affectionate intent, Chu Yang would now be rolling his eyes at the suggestive glances he imagined all around him.

“You… You really think Murong Manor is so safe? The safest place is often the most dangerous. Do you understand, my lord? You’re far too naive and endearing,” Murong Fuying said.

At the moment he was marched toward the gates, Wang Bingkun wore a bitter smile, his heart full of pain, rage, and unwillingness. In the end, he departed the Grand Palace, leaving Wang Dahai’s sight far behind.

“Then open fire!” Jin Wuque shouted. Truthfully, no one wanted to eat plain buns; with meat available, only a fool would go without.

“What are you staring at? You, come with me,” barked the eunuch from the Imperial Household Department. The crowd immediately bowed their heads again. Though the eunuch did not know Sangyu’s identity, since Steward Li had brought her, he was at least polite.