Chapter 41: Settling the Refugees
To execute seven imperial officials on the spot was an event unprecedented since the founding of Great Qin. Even the founding emperor, Gaozu, was never so ruthless—at most, he had executed a single founding minister during court. More than fifty years had passed, through three reigns, and today, the Regent Crown Prince Zhao Su once again wielded the blade, bringing it down upon the corrupt and idle ministers.
Inside the great hall, the courtiers caught the heavy scent of blood wafting in from outside; some even retched softly. This...
Though these low-grade magic cores held little use for Luo Chen now, a hundred thousand of them was still an astonishing sum.
“So, he’s chosen to resist?” At this moment upon the Hidden Dragon Platform, the four Divine Sages of the Shangguan clan’s eyes turned cold.
The other provinces’ spectral realms also joined in the outcry, all evidently harboring resentment toward those self-important, aloof young lords of Jinling’s upper circles.
Ye Bai was taken aback; this was exactly his own experience. Clearly, the other had also searched for a long time before finally discovering the tree demon’s true form.
“You just need to pour in divine energy to communicate,” Luo Xi explained, answering the pair’s confusion.
After Tingting left today, she stood before the mirror, studying her own reflection, and it did seem as if her face had undergone subtle changes.
Luo Hou and Su Fu exchanged a glance, nodded to each other, and, in tacit agreement, headed toward the lodging area behind them.
Just then, a violent explosion rang out, as those two unimaginable forces collided with a thunderous crash.
“It appears this Sunfruit Tree has surpassed ordinary true gods!” A subtle ripple stirred in Jiang Chen’s mind.
Xiao Yue had thought it would be best to leave together like this, but then realized that telling them now would only incite panic, and leaving together was not truly feasible.
Strangely enough, there had been fewer assassins on the road lately. Perhaps it was because their target had disappeared. Yet no one dared let down their guard; such stillness only bred unease. The unknown was always the most terrifying.
“Shut up! I’m asking you—how do you know I’m about to turn human?” Vermilion Bird abruptly cut off Jiang Yi’s nonsense, then asked in confusion.
“Tell me your name,” Tong’er spoke, her voice like mist and smoke, tinged with a trace of enchantment. Standing nearby, Xia Mu felt its subtle influence as well.
With this thought, Jian Hao’s heart suddenly grew calm. He had endured for so long—what were a few more days? A true man could bend or stand tall as the times required. He would wait a little longer.
Ling Feng’s body trembled slightly, but the surging, powerful auras crashing over him were directly torn apart.
Xuan Yi’s twisted, menacing face leapt from the scarlet glow, laughing, “Are you playing games?” With those words, he flicked a pebble away.
Dozens of meters down the steps, Li Yan gripped a strange black bead. Waves of spiritual pressure rippling from the mountaintop arena were half absorbed by the bead.
He had not anticipated that Qian Mei, whom he had offended, would play such a key role in this plan.
As he spoke, his gaze lingered on the medicine bowl atop the table. He had brewed the medicine himself and trusted it, but it was prescribed by Lu Kong, who had prepared it; Jixiang dared not be careless.
However, if the opponent probed carefully with divine sense, even if Jun Qianxi suppressed all her spiritual pressure, she would still be discovered.
“If you have no further business, please leave.” Fan Yiyi had no intention of getting further entangled with the Fan family. She stood up and walked toward her own office chair.
The driver’s soul wandered for a time, glanced back at his own corpse, and hesitated, as if uncertain what to do next.
Though the color was pitch black, the floor tiles were of the finest black marble, the wall niches inlaid with black diamonds, and overhead, priceless black pearls shimmered in abundance.