Volume One, Chapter 66: Shen Ruzhi Is Your Aunt’s Daughter

Fu Yao was so furious he burst out laughing, slapping his own face with loud smacks.

“Haha, ha! You’ve really done me proud, truly proud! Plagiarism, impersonation, hiring murderers, using connections to target someone—your shamelessness is thicker than the city walls. She’s just an orphan! An Lan! Tell me, if your daughter were Shen Ruzhi, wouldn’t you feel wretched? Answer me—wouldn’t you?”

That’s right, back then, Henson had run into Antetokounmpo right here. For years, every day Henson drove past this spot, he’d check to see if that big fool was up to anything stupid. But after all those years, nothing like that ever happened again.

Xiao Ran didn’t respond directly. He drew a deep breath and said quietly, “Farewell.” Then, lifting his chin at his subordinates, he turned and strode toward the elevator.

Chen Dun hadn’t expected that such a simple opening remark would have everyone roaring with laughter. The laughter lasted a full three to five minutes before it subsided.

Ever since losing to Henson in the crucial moments of the regular season due to ineffective offense, Thibodeau had been working tirelessly to improve the Bulls’ attack. Now, people could finally see the results of those efforts on the offensive end.

The open gates gave the restless warhorses an outlet for their frenzy; countless steeds surged toward the entrance.

Chen Dun was startled by the sudden outburst of anger, nearly reenacting Liu Xuande’s classic scene of dropping his chopsticks. But then he caught Huang Jin quietly shaking his head, signaling him not to be alarmed.

When Chen Dun silently led his troops into the ancestral hall, they quickly and wordlessly tied up all seventy-two of the Japanese pirates.

From the only vantage point where the audience seats could be seen, there were quite a few people sitting—judging by their appearance, they were certainly not students, but most likely researchers. But where were the so-called senior officials? Had they not shown up?

Chou Luan’s future and reputation still hung in the balance, but a memorial to the throne from Li Mo, Governor of Zhejiang, sounded the death knell for the province’s officials and gentry.

At that moment, in the king’s office, it was just as it had been when Robin first arrived: all three princesses were present. In addition, the king’s chamberlain, Ian Wyatt, and the commander of the palace guard, Mark Adams, were also in attendance.

In Qin Shi Huang’s heart, this Li Shimin was truly dangerous. He’d heard stories of survivors returning from the Chu army camp with Meng Tian, describing what Li Shimin had done that night. With someone like that, you must be on guard every moment, or you might die without ever knowing how it happened.

He Xiangu, seated on a pink, twenty-seven-petaled lotus, brought her flower down onto an apricot tree. Flowers cascaded over the branches, filling the air with the scents of orchids and musk.

“Your Majesty, we all died in the hospital last night. We don’t know when the underworld will come for us, so we decided to wander around together, looking for a bit of fun,” the old ghost quickly replied.

“Ye Xin, are you all right?” Watching Ye Xin sway weakly, my heart ached terribly. If I could, I would have given my power to her.

Shang Shui, fearing exposure, sensed his opponent’s internal force entering his body and immediately pretended to be startled awake, snapping his eyes open. Xi Sa’s doubts vanished as he stared into her eyes and laughed.

Without a strong and unified command, the monsters fought only as individuals, but their opponents were more than a dozen saint-level berserkers and two squads of war gods charging headlong.

The massive power represented Hamilton’s true beast form’s life force. Most of it had become berserk battle energy; only by drawing all that energy out of Hamilton’s body could they stop what little life force he had left from being converted further.

Han Fei was the reincarnation of the Great God Redcloud, the very first cloud to take form between heaven and earth. After his transformation, Redcloud had gathered the essence of postnatal ding-fire before the Purple Cloud Palace of the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, cultivating his unique art “Burning Cloud.” From then on, he tempered his body by burning it with the essence of postnatal ding-fire, just as he was doing today.