Chapter 106: Forcing the Throne

“Rest assured, Your Majesty, before I die an untimely death, I will take you with me,” Zhao Yu said, leaning close to the old emperor and laughing wildly like a madman.

At this point, having already rebelled, did he even care about dying badly anymore?

If he succeeded, then...

Vivian paused before answering, “My primary goal is to perform every song well, bringing everyone a more wonderful musical experience.”

“Gentlemen, we hope you will spare this child. We are willing to compensate you with some supplies,” said a middle-aged man leading the group calmly and confidently, even when facing two half-breeds.

“The framework is already set, compelling enough. The content can be simple,” Qiao Feng shook his head and remarked.

Before the words had even faded, Joseph charged at the strange being who had just emerged from the abandoned mine, his eyes blazing red. He looked like a ferocious beast choosing its prey—only by shedding the blood of these creatures could he avenge those slaughtered at the Feld Base.

Last night, in that dream, he had fought a titanic battle of wills against Qin Zongheng, his inner demon, only to be defeated once again without surprise.

At that time, Yu’s reinforcements and Baldy had sworn that if they ever encountered the necromancer mercenary group again, they would personally tear their heads off.

The men in black stood dumbfounded, utterly unable to comprehend how a phone call lasting less than five seconds could turn a ruthless she-wolf into a tail-wagging, begging lapdog.

As they neared the academy, Zhao Yunchu glanced at everyone’s expressions. It was different from when they had set out; their faces were heavy with burden. Having endured what happened in the secret realm, it was as if they had all grown up overnight.

“Yes, although for the sake of showmanship, especially during live broadcasts, the TV station often mutes certain people and plays their pre-recorded singing,” she explained.

The lush chest hair began to curl and wither. The tattered clothes still hanging on his body caught sparks and ignited. Sweat poured from his skin, evaporating and carrying away heat, but before that dragon’s breath, all efforts were in vain.

Matsushita Katsuo was somewhat angered by Zhou Yi. After going to great lengths to find someone to do business with, he had visited Zhou Yi seven times in a row, only to be rejected each time. Matsushita was furious that Zhou Yi had teased him upon their first meeting.

After getting out of the car, Brother Gang peered through the railing to see Long Hao sitting on the sofa. Long Hao looked serious, as if deep in thought. But after recalling the man’s earlier words, he suppressed the anger he had wanted to unleash.

In a vast, pitch-black space, a tear suddenly opened—a swirling black vortex spilling dark energy. Then, with a whoosh, a streak of light shot out, spun in midair, and landed on the ground.

It wasn’t that Jiang Qixuan was too cold-hearted; rather, he had to learn to be cold in matters like this. It was something Jiang Qixuan absolutely had to master. Undeniably, Jiang Qixuan was very clever and almost always understood things beyond the ordinary.

“So mysterious?” Drunken Dream knew there was a gun pointed at her back but dared not look back. This feeling was even more terrifying than facing her opponent head-on. Beads of sweat appeared on her fair neck.

“Is there anyone here, elder?” Zhang Tianbao scanned the surroundings before asking.

To prevent Ye Tianlong from detecting his presence with his divine sense, Zhang Tianbao concealed his movements with true qi. Otherwise, no matter what he did or what moves he made, Ye Tianlong would sense it immediately.