Chapter 107: Gazing from the Heavens

"Uh, Your Majesty, our ancestors said that one may oppose the government, but must never offend the emperor."

Li San-si was momentarily stunned; he had never expected the emperor to ask such a question.

Isn't it natural to fear the emperor?

After all, isn't it said that all lands under heaven belong to the king, and all people under heaven are his subjects?

Or so it is said.

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Liang Xiaobai was supremely confident in his discernment. He believed that if only he had encountered Qiu Minghao first, the man would undoubtedly be his captive, and today’s passive situation would never have arisen.

"What sort of creature are you, to be so insolent? Seize him at once," Liu Heng ordered.

After a while, Kazama Chie finally noticed something amiss at the back collar of her inner shirt.

Gu Moyan had Ye Nuo carried on his back, tightly securing her with his clothing. He examined the hole before them, searching for a way out.

Yang Jie pondered briefly before calling Wang Hao’s phone. He knew Wang Hao would not let matters rest easily, so he intended to offer Wang Hao a graceful exit. The matter concerning Zhai Dongsheng was the perfect means to that end.

"A man has been persistently pursuing me. My mother has agreed, and we are to meet here today. Can you come?" Zheng Xiaoxiao asked.

Xue Yan was truly her last hope. If even he refused to help, she feared she would be forced into marriage.

I glanced around at the surroundings; the trees seemed denser here, and the night darker. The moon’s light was faint, limiting our vision, making it impossible to discern direction.

Though he was wracked with pain from difficulty breathing, his face bore a look of confusion, as if genuinely innocent.

When she first entered this school, it had not seemed too difficult, but as her studies intensified, she gradually realized that foreign schools were far less easy than she had imagined.

He could barely recall the faces of Wang Si, Wang Wu, and the others—those he had neglected and forgotten. Even if he now tried desperately to remember, it was too late.

There was once a saying: twenty thousand iron towers could topple any feudal dynasty, and with only three thousand iron towers, he swept through Danzhou.

Though influenced by her father’s bloodline, Princess Lina’s appearance was thoroughly human, yet in certain peculiar ways, she bore traits akin to her mother’s.

The residences of Qin Qiong and Cheng Yaojin were absolutely off-limits; the mansion Li Er granted him in Chang’an had never been visited, its location unknown.

One must understand, the Yuanliang Sword was at least a low-grade spiritual artifact, yet it could not withstand the Daoyan Sword Yuan. This revealed that if one could forge the Daoyan Sword and fully integrate with the Daoyan Sword Yuan, the resultant power would be unimaginably great.

When Vlad learned that the person inviting him on the treasure hunt was Streis, he realized this so-called expedition was likely a government ploy—an operation targeting him.

As the bloodlight melded into his body, the aura from the figure surged rapidly. In less than a moment, his cultivation level soared from the late Golden Core stage directly into the Nascent Soul realm.

Under such circumstances, if his team had even one Saint-rank mage, a forbidden fire spell could incinerate the mutated demon tribes to ash, ensuring their absolute demise.

Some vendors constantly extolled the virtues of their wares with great enthusiasm, enticing passersby to stop and take a look.

Even those who had witnessed his strength might harbor different thoughts. Though the hundred clans formed an alliance, they remained distinct races. Some might prefer to follow a powerful leader of their own kind rather than Eli.