Volume 1, Chapter 54: Where Does the Majesty of the Imperial Court Lie?

Leaving no room for hesitation, Li Xu immediately cast the Heavenly Escapade technique and plunged into the abruptly formed passage.

"Naturally, you still have two natal magical treasures to protect you, but I advise you not to use them casually. Once you leave this place, you won't be able to use them for quite some time." With these words, Meng Wu flicked his left hand, sending the Tai'e Sword, the Shadowless Flying Sword, the Soul-奪 Cone, and a staff equal to his brow flying into Li Xu's grasp, along with a storage ring.

"Is that really necessary?" Ignoring Du Ming, Fang Chen walked over to Leng Datou, pulled two plastic forks from his body, and then rapidly tapped at various pressure points on the prone man.

Had it been Ye Qingning kneeling before Madam Jiang, Lady Zheng would have stepped forward without a moment's hesitation to confront her. But as for Ye Qinglan, Lady Zheng naturally had to weigh and consider the matter carefully.

The room was exceptionally soundproof, so Li Batian no longer bothered to hide his fury, unleashing a torrent of fierce and scathing reprimands.

Where on earth did this young man before him spring from? There was absolutely no such figure within the Heavenly Gate. Otherwise, intelligence regarding him would have reached his ears long ago. In his eyes, the only person worthy of being considered a rival was Tiger-Stab Wu Hao; even Kang Zheng fell short.

In truth, Li Ping had not arrived here long ago. He had merely overheard the Ice Soul asking the spirit beast to tell Li Feng something, leading him to mistakenly believe that Fairy Ice Soul was colluding with the human race.

"Uh, the Lu family's ancestral home is in Linhai. Zijing has just arrived from his hometown today to pay his respects to his great-uncle and aunt," Lu Su replied respectfully.

Yang Tao frowned, about to say something more, when Song Ziyang already gave a nod, grabbed his arm, and led him outside.

Li Feng had long since perceived that Li Xiaotian's background was extraordinary, and naturally, his framing for murder would not escape Li Xiaotian's investigation. However, since Li Feng could still manage the situation for the time being, he simply patted Li Xiaotian on the shoulder.

Although they were well aware of what truly transpired when the Divine Realm fell, they had always steadfastly believed that their ancestors acted in pursuit of divinity and for the sake of their descendants.

Li Tian could not help but mutter a silent complaint. Sweeping his gaze around, he spotted the tire tracks of a tricycle and instantly understood.

Hearing this, Liu Qingmu nodded as well, then hailed a taxi and headed straight for their destination.

How had the Fourth Branch, a major sub-family of the Gu clan after all, fallen to such a wretched state?

As the four of them emerged from the old western-style house, lurking paparazzi surged forth from all directions, shouldering long lenses and heavy equipment to surround Cao Feiyu tightly, bombarding him with tricky and aggressive questions.

The one who had perished was his only son, Li Zixian, a comic artist who preferred solitude and quiet, entirely devoid of the arrogance and domineering airs typical of other wealthy heirs.

Zhao Feng smiled inwardly; it was completely understandable that a young man cooped up at home would want to let loose and express himself freely overseas.

Hua Ci's expression remained cold and aloof, while Wang Yating and Mu Xi maintained a stony silence. Ji Feihai went a step further, mocking Mu Xi with blunt sarcasm.

Li Bing picked up the black spell talisman in her hand and began to chant an incantation. The moment she finished, the black talisman in her grip instantly burst into flames.

Upon hearing this report, Theodor could hardly believe it. Alongside Merry, he personally came to the northern city wall to inspect the situation, only to find that down the distant avenue, there were indeed merely two hundred-man squads.

Given Pei Qiyou's current standing in the industry, having an entire studio equipped with a makeup room, dressing room, and lounge was a terrible waste. As his manager, Bai Mo had every right to repurpose the space for the benefit of the team.

Being five years older than Pei Qiyou, and knowing that he had surrendered his body to her with utter reluctance—a union she had forced through coercion and enticement—she was usually willing to indulge and pamper him.

Beside him, Meng Nan was already so terrified that she squeezed her eyes shut, gripped the seat belt with both hands, and silently chanted Buddhist prayers.

"Shut up! Did I give you permission to speak?" glared Tang Yuan, letting out a ferocious roar in his direction.

Dorgon enforced strict mandatory measures: the moment anyone was found infected, regardless of whether they were dead or alive, they were to be incinerated immediately.

When the reconnaissance fleet discovered Rocky's tracks, they reported the situation to Lexington without a moment's delay. Hearing the news, Lexington furrowed her brows.

Li Bumian possessed a relatively small repertoire of skills, which he categorized based on whether they involved showing off, practicality, or lack thereof.

Meng Nan turned and darted into the restroom, spinning around narcissistically in front of the full-length mirror.

Lan Keke quickly gave herself a graceful way out, her tone tinged with a hint of reproach, though she masked it so well beneath a coquettish veneer that it barely showed.

Qian Xing even tossed the magical treasure bead into the meteor space, leaving himself entirely unprotected and exposed to intense erosion. Bathed in the violent tempest, he bled from his wounds yet reveled in the sensation.

Just as she hopped onto the vehicle, the smile on Ning Qian's face stiffened slightly. Wasn't this bus a bit too crowded?

Meanwhile, on the other side, Ji Weiwei and Liao Jingxin had already arrived at the airport. At Ji Weiwei's repeated and earnest entreaties, Liao Jingxin finally brought the child out for Ji Weiwei to take a look.

Cuping Ning Qian's face in his hands, Shen Chenren gazed at her with a trace of heartache. A genuine sense of self-reproach welled up in his heart, as if he felt he had failed to protect Ning Qian and allowed her to suffer grievances.

If Shen Chenren could only return to her side, she vowed to make up for all past regrets, having already outlined a rough itinerary and plan in her mind.

Just as the two of them attempted to flee, a cold and transcendent figure materialized before them like a phantom.

The instant Liang Rifei raised his hand, Gu Fei anticipated his intention, seizing a teacup ahead of time and hurling it fiercely.

It lacked even a shred of creativity—couldn't they have chosen somewhere else? Although she actually rather liked amusement parks, she also wished to share a greater variety of memories with him.

"Yeah," Liang Zert nodded, though his brow remained tightly knit while his eyes darted shiftily around the surroundings, seemingly searching for something.

The previously cheerful atmosphere instantly dissolved into an awkward silence because of Huang Shanmeng's topic, leaving everyone at a loss for words.

As the obstruction blocking their view was pushed aside, human heads suspended from the trees came into sharp focus in the distance.

Ninety percent of the mutants within the mutant academy had been abandoned, for very few people could accept having a monstrous child.