Chapter 91: A Thunderous Crash in the Sky

Hello there! After Yuxi Ru finished interacting with her own fans, she walked over to Yu Baichuan’s supporters nearby and waved.

Perhaps because of the variety show We, Yu Baichuan’s fans only felt so-so toward Ye Xiruo. Seeing her come over, they did not react strongly, only seeming a little surprised.

The leader of the private fan club that had organized the visit wore a baffled look. “Miss Ye, why have you come over here?”

“Afraid you might feel uneasy, so I wanted to come say hello.”

When Monro finished speaking, Bartoli hurried forward and quickly brushed the dust off his shoes, only then resuming his usual proud demeanor as he watched the fight between Lukas and Lin Hansen.

In addition, Zhu Rong, that old villain, had fallen out with him over Zhu Huan’s matter. Not only did he no longer obey his commands, he even openly opposed him, suddenly proposing a reduction in armaments and, today, in the hall, repeatedly denouncing him for failing to discipline his disciple properly, urging Emperor Qingfeng to severely punish Huangfu Ze in order to uphold the royal family’s reputation.

In his ear was a nano walkie-talkie; everything he said would reach Ye Zeyu at the first possible moment.

That figure was wrapped in the power of fate, like a mummy of destiny. His eyes flashed with eerie red light, his gaze fixed unblinkingly on Lin Hansen, as though he could see straight through him in a single look.

The Dark Spirit Sect was a major cultivation power, with no fewer than five Nascent Soul elders. It was one of the foremost sects in Cloud State. Rumor had it that the Dark Spirit Sect also had an elder of the Unity Stage, though whether that was true or not could not be known.

Sure enough, for the past two days the Cloud Palace had been closed to visitors. Empress Mu assumed that Noble Consort Qi was slowly comforting Gu Peiqing, and so she was spared the morning and evening formalities.

When the surrounding tourists saw such a colossal wave, how could any of them remain calm? Screams rose one after another, and the beautiful beach instantly turned into hell.

Still, they were professionally trained; after only a brief moment of shock, they once again bowed with proper respect as though nothing had happened.

A faint glow slowly appeared on her hairpin as well. When the light reached its brightest, Miao Lan spat a mouthful of vital blood onto the pin, making its radiance even more blinding.

Li Yuguo immediately realized that they had most likely fallen into some kind of trap, and that the enemy was lying in wait in the shadows.

“Du Chen, what is going on?” Xu Chi asked, no longer caring about the struggling Wei Li in his arms, his face full of concern.

Dimo Gorgon reached out as if he meant to seize the gradually taking shape divine-slaying sword of Suhalla before him, but the sword only grew farther and farther away from his sight. At that moment, he finally remembered that he still had another enemy.

Inside the estate, although there were no patrolling guards, it was densely packed with magical traps and magical defenses.

After they killed monsters and obtained blueprints, forty percent of the players chose to put the blueprints up for public sale on the market, while sixty percent sold them directly to their own villages. The forty percent that were publicly sold on the market were immediately bought up by the wealthier villages, so that their craftsmen could use them.

Although the rebel clan had not publicly submitted to the Miracle Empire, they had already done so in secret.

As for the plan to open a tavern, once it was discussed with Wu Liu, an agreement was reached very smoothly: Wu Liu would handle the management, while Wei Chi would provide the chef and the land, among other things.

Yet today everything was different. Today seemed to mark the crossing of an extremely, extremely important threshold. It left Blake Lively unable to control her heartbeat; the pounding sound seemed to travel from her chest all the way to her eardrums, and her thoughts grew somewhat disordered.

“It’s a kind of miniature biological bomb, connected to our organs.” Huang Chang took a heavy drag from his cigar, the despair in his eyes growing thicker and thicker.

“Why do you keep looking at me? Did Master Cao say something bad about me?” Chen Wanrong joked.