Chapter 138: So-Called Candlelit Dinner

“I’ve already heard from Xiao Yezi about your amnesia. Since that’s the case, I won’t blame you for being cold to me during this time, but you should know your limits. If you really make me angry, don’t come crying to me later!” Mu Sang said fiercely.

Li Wanbai looked bewildered. So you didn’t even know about my amnesia? She vaguely remembered having mentioned it clearly a few times before, but either Mu Sang wasn’t present then, or he simply didn’t take her seriously.

Liang Yu took a step forward and, with lightning speed, knocked down dozens of guards ahead of him in rapid succession.

The moment he glimpsed the back of the enemy’s heel, the world seemed to return to normal. His tiger formed from true energy, as Liu Qian had described, was nothing more than a sickly cat—it let out a miserable low growl before vanishing into thin air, disappearing between heaven and earth.

“What are you talking about? That’s impossible. There’s no way I ever left,” the Divine Hound said, clearly losing confidence.

“I hereby sentence you all to death in the name of the Son of Heaven,” Emperor Qin Shi Huang suddenly roared. An intense aura burst forth instantly, and the entire space seemed to freeze at his command.

He could feel every bone in his body, as the other had said, marked with cracks and fractures.

Then, Lu Yuan suddenly recalled something and calmly said a few words to Lin Qingyi.

As long as the Dark Demon Lord retrieved his legs, he could forge the strongest battle form. Once he reclaimed the system power from Lu Fan, his countless years of scheming would finally come to fruition.

Liu Qian had no choice but to deal with the wild ox. Getting hit by those two horns would be a real problem.

After speaking, he looked proudly at Lin Huan and Luo Bingyan, hoping to see envy and jealousy in their eyes.

Stunned by the blow, the man in the cloak glared at Liu Qian in disbelief. His face twisted into a more ferocious sneer. Ignoring all caution, he grabbed his iron club and swung it fiercely at Liu Qian once more.

Soon after, the instructor, seeing no one else arriving, officially began the lesson. Yan Jun also attended his first class at the Imperial Academy that day, sitting quietly at the back, listening attentively.

In the next moment, the gray-furred rat demon let out a mournful wail like a mother hen. His sturdy body was kicked and sent flying through the air.

Su Wan was still dazed, unsure how to respond. She could only stare at the princess in stunned silence.

“Move quickly, brothers. We must find out exactly what happened,” Zelato led hundreds forward with swift determination.

*Ding* — Heaven and Earth Furnace: Born from chaos at the dawn of creation, a Nine-Star Divine Artifact! Capable of refining all things in the world, extracting and storing the essence of heaven and earth! Extract now?

Before long, three appraisers entered the room. They emptied the contents of the storage bags and began categorizing, registering, and evaluating the items. Wu Yan and Gao Jiyang sipped tea and chatted, their conversation lively and congenial.

“I had someone buy some croton seeds and mixed them into the food. When the soldiers ate it, they couldn’t help but vomit and have diarrhea. Isn’t that the classic symptom of ‘climate incompatibility’?” Yang Huai grinned maliciously.

“Uh... Big Sister, if it were anyone else, they’d probably have been minced meat by now,” Yan Hanshui said nervously. This thing was terrifyingly strong.

“What I mean is, you’re only worthy of exchanging one move with me. Given your current strength, if you survive even one exchange, consider yourself lucky,” Feng Qing said.

“Since you’re unwilling to trade ten or eight strikes, I won’t force you. There are still two more strikes to come. Hurry up,” Feng Qing said.

Every eye watching this battle was filled with horror, astonishment, disbelief, and awe—emotions in abundance.

For the first time, she was looked at so unabashedly. One had to admit, she was truly beautiful then—pure and serene.

Ye Yizhou was no soft-hearted man. If you want to play with fire, you must be prepared to bear the consequences.