Chapter 103: The Arrival of King Ming

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The armor gleamed with a golden hue, heavy and sturdy, much like his bracers—both were magical treasures. This was something he had never noticed before. Could it be that Fa Keqin possessed two magical treasures? Why did he not recall Fa Keqin having them? Perhaps Fa Keqin had concealed them. Bai Zongnan considered this possibility—it was highly likely, especially since he was unaware whether Fa Keqin also had a storage ring or similar artifact.

That familiar name stabbed straight into Baili Lan’s heart like a blade, causing such pain she could barely breathe. Her palm clenched instinctively, and the delicate porcelain cup shattered with a sharp sound, the jagged fragments cutting into her hand and drawing bright red blood, the sting almost unbearable to her eyes.

Feihu was momentarily stunned and said, "I can’t sense anything wrong, but your words are uncannily accurate. It makes one wonder, could there really be a master diviner?"

Among the maids, Dong Xue, who had the highest martial skill, was also surprised. She had heard no rumors or signs and didn’t understand why the princess would say such things.

Baili Lan fiddled with it for a moment, feeling the color too glaring and inconsistent with her style, intending to toss it back.

However, this state consumed slightly more spiritual energy than basic beast transformation. At Mu Chen’s current spiritual capacity, he couldn’t sustain it for long.

Tang Baobao ran over to her, saying spontaneously, "Mommy, I’m fine." He knew she was worried about him again.

After speaking, Chang Le ordered all combat personnel to retreat while removing the iron bow from his back. Walking forward, he drew the bowstring, ready to shoot. The evolved zombies were still two to three hundred meters away—far beyond his effective range.

"Ten barehanded moves. If I don’t defeat you, I’ll kneel and kowtow at your feet," Li Yun said calmly.

"Don’t speak. He’s the second-in-command of the Dragon-Tiger Gang, named Ye Wu," Xia Yan whispered, gently nudging Feihu, who was clinging to her.

A few simple lines of poetry instantly filled the hall with subtle meaning. Xia Nuanyan stared at Duke Duan for a long while without shifting her gaze—a true gesture of heartfelt intent.

Meanwhile, Cao Guangkun secured a twenty percent share, amounting to two or three million—enough to save face.

The expansive space had been leveled almost flat, allowing a clear line of sight to the horizon. The height of the dome above was reasonable. Overall, it was roughly the size of one or two basketball courts with a four-story height.

"Alright, Chen Qisha, the person you wanted to see has arrived. It’s time you explain your purpose. Speak your mind!" Wang Yaqiao said, looking toward Chen Gongshu.

"You deserve it! You performed well tonight; as your elder, it brings me pride!" Father Shen replied with some satisfaction.

Lin Yu trembled slightly, wrapping his arms around her waist. The Yellow Springs Sword slashed repeatedly, cutting through all the incoming iron spikes.

Shen Yun knew he was right. Although his master had never taken the martial examinations, his master indeed possessed the strength of a Grand Martial Sect. That was why the master had mistakenly assumed he was a descendant of the Liu family in the old forest behind Zheng’s village.

Lin Yu gazed at the scene before him—an endless expanse of water. He was standing on the surface, his reflection clear beneath him.

Shirley said, "...So you never understood what he was saying; you were just babbling nonsense all along?"

Manager Guo laughed heartily, everything unspoken yet understood. He placed the envelope into his bag, and the two parted ways.

Accompanied by the inorganic sound of the magical conch, Aaron’s fist struck directly against the sand sword wielded by Crocodile, the collision producing a metallic clang.

He gradually began acting like a rogue, occasionally leaning against Jiang Chengyu and even starting to grope him.

Tony Yang retracted the solar sail, piloting the spaceship into a barrel roll maneuver, using spin and speed to spiral around the Jingwei for a full rotation.