Chapter 83: Surrender

"You..." Lu Zhengqing gritted his teeth, wanting to throw out a harsh threat. Yet when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back down.

Two muddied eyes shot out sharp rays, staring at Zhao Su like knives. If looks could kill, Zhao Su would have been hacked to pieces a thousand times over.

No one expected that Crown Prince Zhao Su would dare to strike at the powerful gentry...

When dawn arrived, the two inspected the contents of their storage space and replenished some elixirs. In truth, Hua Jitian lacked none of these things; it was merely for appearances.

He had grown weary of dealing with Liu Dayong. With Zhou Yufei trailing behind, Liu Dayong was destined for years behind bars. Pulling out the tracker again, he saw that the file was indeed not here, but instead moving rapidly with someone, clearly in a vehicle.

It was nothing more than a man busy with work—understandable. A little anger was appropriate, but why take it too seriously? For a moment, the atmosphere was quite harmonious, which made He Yunlong feel that at least for now, things were not bad.

Guan Wuji was silent for a long time before he said, "The legal method we used against Bald Guo won’t work against Cao Jufang." Guan Wuji had heard that Black Impermanence Cao Jufang was exceptionally cunning and shrewd.

At that moment, He Yunlong brandished his machete and swiftly hacked at the nearest zombie, cleaving its head in two with a single swing.

The emperor was anxious and still skeptical. Draped in a fur cloak, he personally went outside, only to be met by biting winds and swirling snow. The soft, delicate snowflakes filled the air, densely falling, as if countless jade scales descended from heaven, or as if goose down and butterfly wings fluttered across the sky.

Even if Ning Fan possessed some skill and strangeness, before absolute power, he amounted to nothing.

Zhang Tianci was about to speak when he felt a large hand tightly grasp him. Before he could get angry, a voice with a Hong Kong accent sounded.

When Nie Shen sought him out, he had already guessed it had something to do with Jiujiu.

Both possessed appearances above pleasing to the eye; such a scene could not help but seem harmonious, drawing envy.

Xuan Yuan Yu was even a bit discouraged, thinking his disciple might truly be in danger. Yet since he had not received the distress talisman, perhaps it meant the disciple was merely trapped somewhere?

The Skull King was a sacrifice from beginning to end, a chess piece manipulated by Song Junhe. Its head had been pierced and devoured by my Kangbo Tuo wooden sword, leaving only a pale skeletal frame. I still don't quite understand why both the Skull King and Cold-Blooded Zombie King were soaking in the blood pool—what was their purpose?

"Brother Zeng, how about I stay at your place for a while?" Wu Yuan looked at Zeng Lei with pleading eyes.

Then Loulan Qin waved his long sleeves, and countless figures poured out from the underground passages of the Loulan mansion. These were Loulan’s hidden strength, the mysterious puppets painstakingly forged over countless years.

Waiting was no longer an option. What Grand Elder had not anticipated was that this wait would last over sixty years.

Beside them, Le Ling looked up at Cui Yuan upon hearing his name. The man was young, handsome, and spoke with respectful courtesy—no wonder the Duke regarded him so highly.

Though the Twin Soul Revival Elixir was formidable, it could be broken. If the same spell was used to kill both recipients simultaneously, they would die forever, unable to rely on each other for healing and recovery.

Their conversation was laced with wit. Qi Yuan praised President Han’s business acumen, clearly having researched him thoroughly. Han Lei replied that no one could claim to be young and accomplished before Qi Yuan, showing he was just as familiar with Qi Yuan’s past.

In truth, Yang Yiyan was not entirely feigning. He Mingzhi was severely injured, and Yang Yiyan merely mirrored He Mingzhi’s wounds, thus revealing such an appearance.