Chapter 59: Utterly Crushing Gan Mu

At that very moment, Gan Mu's gaze suddenly shifted past Xiao Yan's shoulder and locked onto Ning Jiuyou.

His squinted eyes instantly widened, a greedy light flashing within his murky pupils as the tip of his tongue slowly licked across the hideous scar beside the corner of his mouth, letting out a sickening sound. "Hiss... Now this is a true little beauty."

A harsh, lewd sound escaped his lips. He dug his heels into the flanks of his horse, and the mount stepped over the gravel, closing in.

Seeing this, Ling'er gripped her fingernails deep—

Fortunately, after galloping for more than ten miles, Bian Lingcheng did not encounter any danger, and his tightly wound nerves instantly relaxed.

Archangel Raphael took it with a look of confusion and opened it to find vibrant green rice inside, exuding a faint, refreshing fragrance.

To everyone's surprise, this red orb slowly dissolved into Wang Yang's blood pooling on the ground. A stream of red light, even more crimson than blood, followed Wang Yang's flowing blood into his wound and then permeated his body.

This was worth pondering deeply—not in an academic sense, of course, for Schor couldn't care less about academic problems; the crux of this deep contemplation lay in the massive transformation regarding practical application.

"What? Gongsun Zan also sent men to set up an ambush outside Bingzhou, and that fellow Yuan Shao did the same?" Cao Cao frowned upon the return of his men from the direction of Bingzhou, who brought back detailed intelligence.

Li Biyun was equally tense, her gaze fixed through her veil on every move Bai Sheng made. The moment Bai Sheng showed even the slightest intent to silence witnesses, she would gladly help him fulfill his wish.

Chen Ao rolled his eyes. He could clearly sense that this storm's attitude toward the magic rabbit was completely different from its attitude toward him.

The more than two hundred people kneeling here were jolted awake. Forced by the pressure unconsciously emanated by the mysterious youth, they had instinctively dropped to their knees; now coming to their senses, they naturally stood up. Especially those who spotted their family members could no longer care about anything else, scrambling over to reunite with their kin.

Because too many wronged souls died in the mortal realm, to prevent those grievances from turning into fierce ghosts, the Yama of Netherworld who governed the underworld would dispatch the "Ghost Messenger Army" to capture souls in the mortal realm. The nether troops marched only at night, carrying an overwhelming yin aura that mortals could not touch by even the slightest fraction.

Without a doubt, the Radiant Capital was one of them; it served as a window for most human elites to understand the Winged Tribe and was a symbol of that race within the hearts of humanity.

"Lift your head!" the Empress Dowager said to me, her tone carrying a natural, irresistible majesty.

"Indeed, if I possessed a jar worth twelve thousand, I would definitely store a million and twenty thousand treasures inside," Gu Tie exaggerated.

Ye Zetao sighed inwardly. From this form of address, it was evident that the attitudes of the Feng family members toward him had undergone some subtle shifts.

Everyone else was racking their brains just to hook up with Young Master Wang, let alone when such an opportunity was presented right before him? If he failed to grasp it firmly, Wu Xizhong's twenty years in officialdom would have been lived in vain.

After the meal, Gongsun and his son hurriedly found an excuse to leave. I did not stop them, as I happened to have some matters to discuss with Grand Tutor Han and Yang Linguang—matters involving the Four Fortunes Chamber of Commerce, which would be somewhat inconvenient with Gongsun and his son present.

Watching Ye Zetao send out report after report day by day, Jiang Caiying's gaze toward him grew increasingly distinct.

This time it was Wan Renyu and Feng Guoting's turns to change expression drastically, with Feng Guoting draining of even the last trace of color in his face.

Xiao Yuqing linked her arm through Liu Weihong's, smiling as she firmly crowned Second Brother Liu with the grand title of Sanshou Champion.

The vital energy burst forth like a shattered porcelain jar, scattering in a blinding splash. Within the span of a few breaths, Lady Xiang launched two fingers, a palm strike, and five sweeping kicks at him. Her hand attacks served almost entirely as a cover for her supreme kicking techniques; even with Long Ying's formidable abilities, he blocked them with extreme difficulty.

Jia Cong wore a painful yet practiced expression as he bent over to pick up the cotton and rags from the ground, stuffing them into his pocket. His trousers already had several patches sewn onto the back, all of which had been torn off by One-Ear.