Chapter 19: Nothing Left

Su Tang noticed that Magistrate Wang was looking at her with a peculiar expression, but soon after, his manner was no different from that of any superior meeting a subordinate. Magistrate Wang praised President Ti for organizing this debate so grandly, and also commended her—the young proprietress of the Peaceful Inn—for her remarkable audacity at such a young age. He even complimented the food, saying it was truly delicious.

Upon learning that her husband was a disciple of Master Fang, he did something unprecedented: he asked her what she wanted.

Su Tang was not shy in her reply.

On Bai Ming’s face, there was no fear but delight. Such a potent toxin would pose a real threat to many high-level spirit-devouring insects and would prove most useful. After all, the Jade Scorpion and the Cloud-swallowing Toad would not be fighting alone; other high-level magical beasts could deal with the more powerful spirit eaters. The Jade Scorpion merely needed to protect the Cloud-swallowing Toad as it swept through the lesser fodder.

The most threatening red orb, however, had not struck the aerial base. Had it hit, it would not have left just a ten-meter breach, but likely would have crippled the entire base. At such close range, the red orb could have penetrated the outer armor and exploded within the warship itself.

"Young Master Yang, I’m afraid this isn’t appropriate. There have been many rumors about Li Wanqing lately—making her our spokesperson might..." The bespectacled man, now thoroughly convinced, immediately demonstrated his professional acumen and began to consider the group’s interests.

"It seems I was influenced by the opponent’s two previous acts of madness and presumed he was reckless, missing such an obvious problem!" Wang Li mocked himself.

"You’ve been attacking for so long; it’s about time I struck back." Grozam had let Future attack first to gauge his strength, but the result left him disappointed—such fighting prowess was far too weak.

At that moment, Qiao Xingyue arrived at the engagement venue in a luxurious nanny van. This was what she had dreamed of for years. Though it was only an engagement, she had been preparing for this day for a long time. Her attire was a custom-made gift from a foreign master, taking half a year to complete, and the jewelry and diamonds she wore were all of great value.

Lin Chong, glaring at Bo Luo, who looked almost identical, showed a ruthless determination on his face. Now was the time for this man to pay the price.

Cai Xu had too much self-respect to throw himself at someone as cold as Zhang Fei, knowing full well there would be no result.

Principal Chen Qi soon strode up the steps onto the stage and requested a microphone from one of the hosts.

Ming Si clearly hadn't expected me to say such things and looked slightly surprised. But then he smiled, his tone gentle as he encouraged me to continue.

Zheng Changdong immediately sent someone to search for Yan Yuanfan. At such a critical moment, if anything were to happen to Yan Yuanfan...

Her skin was like ice, her bones like jade, as if she were a sculpture frozen in crystal. Beautiful, yet lacking the warmth of life.

It was clear that Ruan Meng’s beauty far surpassed that of the chubby girl—for Ruan Meng’s biological father was a handsome man. Unfortunately, he died young from a serious illness. Her mother, in her haste, abandoned her and married a wealthy but dull-witted man.

Bai Wei took a deep breath, finally regaining some composure, though her hands still trembled slightly as she picked up food and fed it to others.

In the shifting gloom, Jun Wuji’s pale face appeared quietly in the air, his skin luminous as jade, a faint glow seeming to linger even in the dimness.

Yang Mucheng moved with lightning speed through the great hall, swift as a leopard. In a flash, sword light swept past, cleaving two bandits in half. Their bodies split open, blood and viscera splattering across the floor.

The next day, Xu sold the fish and bought extra wine. That evening, when he reached the riverbank, Wang Hong was already waiting. The two drank heartily together. After a few cups, Wang Hong began driving fish for Xu. In this way, half a year passed.

Late at night, the bald old man returned quietly. From his breast, he drew a dagger and drove it fiercely into the corpse suspected to belong to a royal of the Deep Sea. The blade snapped instantly, leaving not a mark on the scale where it struck.