Chapter 57: Wang Zixuan

These words stunned everyone present, save for Su Tian.

Even Fatty understood the implications of what was said. Did the Su Group not derive its very name from the Su family? Anyone with a discerning eye could see that holding a new election for a leader would be a resounding slap in the face to Su Tian.

While the others initially wore nervous expressions, only Su Tian remained completely calm, leaving the rest unable to gauge his true thoughts.

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Naturally, for such a major event, reporters from all kinds of news media were indispensable, their cameras and microphones already trained on the scene.

From the phone came loud, rhythmic banging on the door, intermittently mixed with the crying of children and the harsh curses of Fei Mingzhen and the others.

This place was exceptionally spacious and cool, devoid of scorching lava. Strange plants grew all around them—they looked like mushrooms, yet possessed leaves, so Quan Cang decided to call them "leafy mushrooms."

"Oh my, you really have a smooth tongue full of slick phrases. Well then, let me see just how much capability you actually have!" With that, Quan Cang lunged straight toward Yu Wuqing, while Tianhua swiftly darted around to Yu Wuqing's backside, forming a two-sided pincer attack.

Nancy withdrew her gaze, pretending not to notice her, and turned to leave. To her surprise, after taking just two steps, Jiang Man strode over to block her path.

Indeed, once she opened Sina.com, she saw several reports concerning this press conference right on the news homepage.

Although many peers among the Jounin were serving as instructors for the second or even third time, there were also some who were taking on the role of instructor for the very first time.

Prince Chen was a tough nut to crack; if he could gain control of the people closest to him, dealing with Prince Chen in the future would become much easier.

Dean Kang: Brother, no matter what, thank you. If there's an opportunity, I'd like to meet you in person to talk about him.

Meanwhile, Kaede Sakuragi's luck was holding up well. Although he had only won by narrow margins each time, up to this point he had managed to avoid elimination and continued his winning streak—quite an unexpected turn of events.

"Very well, I shall issue the order right now for them to conserve their strength and prepare fully for tomorrow's decisive battle. Our entire army will launch a full-scale assault! This will undoubtedly be a battle without parallel in the world. We need only leave behind the wounded and a small garrison force of a few hundred men to maintain order here in Changshe," Huangfu Song declared.

Yet what caught him by surprise was that just when he thought everything was settled, he unexpectedly found himself being suddenly summoned and told to make a trip inside the Alliance headquarters.

Not only the Soul-Wielding Origin-Sand Kun Armor, but all sorts of other techniques as well had become unusable, including the defensive wrapping ability of the Soul-Wielding Gentle Breeze and Fragrant Fan.

In truth, he was still concealing the Chiwen. However, ever since the Chiwen had slain the Fire Flood-Dragon King, it had remained enveloped in a layer of a blood cocoon, lying completely dormant without emitting any more strange cries or functioning at all.

"Grandpa Medic, you truly have worked hard," Lu Qi said, bowing deeply to Chopper Lingxi to express his gratitude.

"What is there to see in this chaotic city of Changang? Naturally, it's time to go back." Su Jiu pulled Li Yu, turned around, and walked downstairs to board her family's carriage. With a flick of the coachman's whip, the carriage slowly rumbled away toward the Su estate.

Oddly enough, the catastrophe that Mo Qiankun had been dreading never came to pass. It was as if the inhabitants of the planet before them had suddenly turned remarkably amiable.

As for the students, they were wholeheartedly supportive of their Governor going off to help yet another planet resolve its troubles. In their view, the more formidable their planetary governor was, the prouder they felt.

Li Jue and Guo Si flew into a rage, ordering the execution of every member of the three clans—young and old, noble and commoner alike—in the marketplace, and had the three heads hung outside their gates as a public warning.

This was not an extra dimension, but rather the transitional space between dimensions, the interstitial gaps within the cosmic honeycomb structure.