Chapter 35: An Ambush Strikes, A Sharp Arrow Pierces the Heart

Sheng Xiayan... how could she be so fortunate? Not only did she avoid humiliation at the banquet, but the Prince of Night personally whisked her away, publicly asserting his claim over her by declaring she was "a person of the Prince of Night's estate." How could this be possible? She had expected tonight’s banquet to be the shame of Sheng Xiayan’s life, leaving her unable to ever hold her head high in the capital again.

The Water Beast was dead. At least in Qing'er’s eyes, this great catastrophe for humanity had been dissolved into nothingness.

Awakened by the commotion Zheng Zhendong had caused, Zheng Chengye rubbed his temples and let out a pained groan.

Han Yun began his lecture. Having been held back for three months, the disciples were brimming with questions, and Han Yun answered them one by one.

"Look, what is this?" Chen Weimin pulled the cup of brown milk tea from his coat and showed it off to Wu Laidi.

Without waiting for Feng Tingting to stop him, he stood up and pushed open the door beside him. Feng Tingting had no choice but to follow him out.

A flash of disbelief crossed Fu Yu’s eyes. In the split second she was distracted, Yang Feng seized the opening and struck her to the ground with a single blow.

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As for Han Yun, he had been suppressing his cultivation realm and had yet to make a breakthrough; he was not even at the Immortal King stage yet.

"There's no need to go to the South City. Uncle brought Yiyi’s grandparents to the capital for the New Year this year, and they are staying in the Qinghai District!" Han Wen explained.

But it all depended on luck, so the table of food was wiped clean by the Zheng family.

Dugu Yan stared at the ceiling, her blank expression lingering for a long time. She should have vented her frustrations over this matter, but her heart remained as calm as still water.

"That’s right, there is indeed no need to waste so many words on you. I was only giving you a chance; had you confessed yourselves, the consequences might have been lighter. Since you are so obsessed with being stubborn, I have no need to be polite," Gu Ning said.

The more he said, the more the pressure in his chest made it difficult to breathe, and his hands, resting at his sides, clenched into tight fists.

However, because she had never gone, her smartwatch had no resistance against the low temperatures.

They had assumed they would surely win this contest, so they hadn't thought twice about wagering their lives. Who could have imagined such an outcome?

The Ling family servants were frantic. Disregarding protocol, they forcibly pulled Jiang Liannan up, offered an apology to Su Lingyu, and went to the back to change her clothes.

Under the vast starry sky, the cake cart looked beautiful and grand, shimmering with lovely, multicolored candlelight. Xiao Yan stood before it, closed his eyes slightly, and pressed his palms together. It took him about five minutes before he finally opened his eyes.

The first thing Jiang Yizhou did upon arriving on the island was to call and contact Qiao Zhenxiao.

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Before they could even prepare for attack or defense, the second man was already knocked to the ground by Chu Peihan—and it was an instant kill.

A few nights ago, Lan Shaoqian had tried to force himself on her. Su Su resisted with all her might, and in the end, he failed to succeed.

She wanted to say something, but discovered the vines were wrapped so tightly that she couldn't make a sound.

Two Supremes—this must be the final trump card of the Pope of the Temple of Light. It was truly astonishing that the Pope had hidden his strength so deeply. But where was the Pope himself?

Brother Qiang, both bold and meticulous, immediately dispatched his subordinates to carry out the plan after hearing Tang Jin’s strategy. After all, as an organized group, the Black Tiger Gang operated with high efficiency; in less than a day, all the "big brothers" of the various factions within the university town had been notified.

Gongsun Yu met every condition she required; he was simply the most precious gift heaven could have bestowed upon her.

The mountaintop was overgrown with weeds, and mountain mists swirled about. The Fubo Pavilion stood solitary in the first light of dawn. In the distance, the mist-covered expanse of Fuxiang Lake lay as still as a mirror. The lingering morning fog shrouded the water, and the chill had yet to fade.