Chapter 31: A Closet Full of Jewelry and Designer Handbags

Xu Tanxi reached out to cover the King's ears. "Don't listen, don't listen, we aren't listening. That was just a nasty comment."

She then lectured Shang Hejing with a stern expression.

"You cannot speak to it like that. It will think you don't want it anymore, and it will feel insecure."

Shang Hejing was speechless.

"It’s not that I don’t want it. Can’t you see that it only follows your lead now? Look at how fawning and aggrieved it acts; it never used to pull these stunts in front of me."

Having made history, Liu Chao and Fu Xuan were even received by university leadership upon their team's return. However, they were not content with their current achievements. They hoped to use the CUBA as a springboard to jump directly into the CBA and play professionally. But how easy is it to truly enter a professional league?

For example, places like the Baoqing Hotel, Zhuzhou Hotel, Hengyang Hotel, Changsha Hotel, Hubei Hotel, and Henan Hotel were all notorious "black" establishments.

As footsteps echoed, Fang Yi looked up to see Lin Fei’s figure gradually disappearing into the light. She wondered if this parting today meant... meant she would never see him again?

Although they had met before, the other party had always seemed unremarkable, and he himself had never witnessed such a scene involving him.

"Yes, my lord." Ren Lingzhi was extremely excited. This was the first task the lord had assigned to her, and she was determined to do it well.

Li Yifan and the others knew they were being followed, but they couldn't be bothered to deal with it. In this Goblin capital, no one dared to resort to violence. Once they were outside, as long as no legendary or higher-level beings appeared, they had nothing to fear.

Then, images of the warm and romantic moments he had shared with Tong Xinyue in this single dormitory flooded his mind.

Having just rushed to the vicinity of the building to get busy, most people felt a sense of unwillingness and lingering resentment in their hearts.

Lin Mo now understood that the previous emperor had indeed been a good-for-nothing, with absolutely no memory of a place like Wushuang City.

While patrolling the Leya Mountain range, a detachment of the Great Xia Dynasty’s army discovered a pile of broken, mangled corpses.

In their minds, these high-level source energy users were symbols of invincibility, yet they never expected to see them all wounded—Gasol had even lost an arm. "Pathetic" was no longer enough to describe their wretched state.

"As I thought, there is still hope! Though, one can only say they aren't fully dead yet. It must be blood pooling in the chest cavity compressing the lungs; without a master physician, it would be impossible to save a life!" The old man shook his head once more.

As these confident and domineering words were spoken, the atmosphere all around seemed to freeze instantly. Even the spring-like air outside the withered pavilion felt as if it had been flash-frozen. A biting, blade-like cold surged toward the pavilion from all directions, sharp as ice forged by a knife.

What is a Divine Weapon? It is the pinnacle weapon of this world. Whoever obtains one could immediately become the master of the continent; whoever dared to disobey would be destroyed. Moreover, possessing a Divine Weapon makes cultivation twice as effective with half the effort, and at the very least, reaching the half-step Great Demon realm would be no problem at all.

A sense of powerlessness welled up in Ling Tianyun’s heart. Before him, Wanyan Wudi stood like a titan, leaving him unable to muster even the slightest thought of resistance.

Gathering his thoughts, Ming Xuan turned his head and saw an old man over sixty. Though his hair and beard were white, he appeared vigorous and spirited, with bright eyes—the very picture of a great scholar.

Sure enough, the remaining seven Great Supremes hurriedly gathered together and fled; they did not doubt Hou Yi’s words for a second.

"Old man, let's put in some effort and reach the pier before them!" Having followed them for so long, they were bound to have left traces eventually. Since their destination was known, there was no need to keep trailing them.

Dodging and weaving, Ming Xuan finally evaded the heavy encirclement of the death soldiers. Now, only one person stood before him.