Chapter 85: The Contest Begins

Even though Qin Yu had revealed everything, the man in black still gritted his teeth and shook his head, stubbornly refusing to mention the Ye family. Qin Yu, unwilling to wait any longer, simply flicked the silver needles from his hand. All the men in black collapsed to the ground.

He walked out of the villa and returned to his own residence.

Fan Chengcheng looked at the returning Qin Yu, her face tense and worried.

Although he did not wish to make a grand affair of his wedding with Li Mengyao, if the invitations were not properly sent, his peaceful days ahead would be troubled.

At this moment, Li Chen had already left the eye of the storm. All the steps had been arranged; remaining at the center now would be unwise. It was better to act as the strategist behind the scenes.

Xuan Shao, however, gripped Yan Yu’s hand. He was going to seek out the assassin, but it was impossible to bring Yan Yu along. If she stayed behind, would the assassin still lurk within the Imperial Garden, yet to depart?

Then, he would seize the southern territory of Du Bian’s domain, creating conditions for further peace talks with the Eastern United Kingdom.

Li Chen’s proposal was that those ancient hereditary officials could continue to profit, advise the government, and even stand for re-election, but when the current term ended, they must step down.

The shadow of the axe struck the massive rock, instantly shattering it into pieces. The axe’s phantom crashed into the ground, leaving a huge crater where it landed.

He sighed softly, pulling time back to normal. Gazing at the starry sky, sighing with endless melancholy in the night, Yang Tianbo’s brow remained furrowed. He looked toward the western wing, silently lamenting: Alas, when will she finally tell me about my benefactor?

Suddenly, a limping shopkeeper declared in a clear, strong voice, “One million six hundred and fifty thousand!” He had raised the bid by a large margin, causing the atmosphere to freeze.

“Granny Jin, would you kindly bring my steel zither?” Perhaps moved by the sorrowful moonlight, she unexpectedly felt the urge to play and ease her sorrows.

Yet the Qing army continued their rapid assault, and when they were just a mile away, they were met with another barrage of cannon fire.

Li Miaomiao tested her flame blade several more times in midair, and only when she could control it at will did she direct the flaming blade toward the surface of the ice lake.

After the founding of the Earth Federation, he would no longer be tied to Russia. Besides, Earth itself was a place of heartbreak for him; the sooner he left, the sooner he would find peace.

Although the Embroidered Guards were also called “Guards,” as the Emperor’s personal troops, their situation was somewhat unique. They were virtually free from external control and answered only to the sovereign.

However, Ren Hui, who knew Wei Hongyu’s character extremely well, understood that if he withheld any information from Wei Hongyu, the latter would surely resent him. Moreover, Wei Hongyu would undoubtedly cause trouble for Lin Ze afterward, making a falling out between Lin Ze and them inevitable.

The two Dharma protectors simultaneously intoned, “Amitabha!” In the next instant, the prayer beads in his hand flew into the air and, magnified a hundredfold, burst into radiant light.

Aside from a handful of ailing princes unable to attend, all the other kings and grand dukes of Europe had gathered at the Louvre.

The three men broke out in cold sweat upon hearing this; could such a clash, in your eyes, truly be just a mere sparring match?

These troupe leaders usually made grand boasts, but when it came to the critical moment, they only managed to drag everyone down.

As Lin Ze directed his puppet soldiers to block the strongest reinforcements among Zhao Quan and Zheng Cai’s men, Tie Ying, under the cover of several martial artists, had already fought his way to the southern city gate tower.

Seeing that his original position was safe once more, Wu Yu immediately ceased wasting energy and returned to his starting point.

After examining the traces of battle around him and confirming his suspicions, Chen Guofeng saw the blackened pit left by true fire’s scorching. Wei Dongjun had used his true fire soul weapon—by all rights, his opponent should have had little chance of survival. Could it be that both sides were incinerated and perished together in the flames?