Volume One, Chapter 123: Too Merciful

Shen Zhaowu’s slap stunned everyone present.

It was swift and vicious, delivered without a hint of hesitation.

Yu Shushu’s porcelain-white cheek turned red and swollen in an instant, with a faint, bruising purplish hue beginning to emerge. She let out a sharp shriek, clutching her throbbing face with both hands, her eyes fixed on Shen Zhaowu with a gaze so venomous it seemed as though it might spill over.

Shen Zhaowu had gone too far! Yu Shushu had never encountered a woman so utterly unreasonable.

As for why Hua Ye could convince Chen Yu that she was authorized to represent the Dongmen family, it was naturally due to her current influence; her investment firm possessed such formidable strength that the sheer scale of its assets was enough to startle anyone.

Uncle De looked at me with a smile, his expression as inscrutable as ever. He must have pulled quite a few strings to make this happen. Suddenly, I thought of Baldy and the others; I wondered how they were holding up.

Naturally, a high-level powerhouse like me, equipped with top-tier gear, would go after equally formidable monsters. I was an elite player carrying over fifty potions in my satchel; coming all the way out here to slaughter rabbits would be far beneath my station.

"Contact the Heavenly Evil Alliance immediately! There is one hundred thousand purple crystal coins on this card! I want Xiao Yu dead tonight!!" Milock declared, his voice laced with hatred.

"It has been countless ages. It seems the Second War of the Gods is on the verge of erupting!" a middle-aged man in black robes exclaimed, gesturing wildly.

"If you were granted a godhead, you would be a superstar in the Divine Realm!" Balasa said, his face full of regret.

Witnessing Cheni’s cowardly retreat, Bruher, Yahan, and the others cursed under their breath. Yet, not daring to linger, they tightly followed Cheni, unfurling their vampire wings to take flight and escape into the sky.

Once the formal battle commenced, even if they were powerful enough to observe, they would be strictly forbidden from intervening. Allen shook his head with a faint smile and fell silent, though a natural confidence radiated from him. While the Golden Dragon was indeed powerful, he was certainly no weakling himself.

Seeing Qin Yang staring at her in a daze, Wu Qianling felt her cheeks flush crimson. Usually quite composed, she couldn't understand why she had blushed so many times today—more than she had in the entire past year. Moreover, the burning sensation on her cheeks stirred strange, new feelings within her.

However, Wu Jie had no use for these gemstones yet. After all, apart from the Spring Water Sword he had received from the head of the Warrior’s Guild just after leaving the novice village, he had yet to see a single piece of equipment with a socket.

Staying humble, yet looking at today’s lineup, a thought crossed Bai Shijie’s mind—an idea for a film.

His body was sent flying through the air, tracing an arc before crashing outside the ring. His chest caved in, foam bubbled from his mouth, and he lost consciousness.

In the 39th minute, Rakitic delivered a 45-degree cross from the left flank. Kramaric leaped in the center of the penalty area for a glancing header, but the ball sailed just inches over the crossbar.

Bastian supported his right hand with his left, bowed, and opened the black, rear-hinged door of the Rolls-Royce. Napoleon VII, dressed in a blue-striped executive suit, stepped out with his right foot first, planted his golden scepter onto the marble floor, and then descended from the vehicle.

The Ghost Rider was originally capable of using his powers during the day, but unfortunately, our new host lacked the necessary strength to achieve this for the time being—a fact that saved Lu Yifang quite a bit of trouble.

Liu Feng gathered his focus, allowing the medicinal liquid to solidify and take shape. Finally, it cooled, resting silently within the Green Dragon Cauldron and emitting an incredibly rich, pure fragrance.

"Arrogant! Taste my sword again!" With those words, Chu Shuangbai raised a hand, channeling his inner energy into the blade. With a subtle flick of his wrist, he traced a slow semi-circle with his sword in front of him.

Zhou Huai'an then noticed that the armed men in pursuit were equipped with a motley assortment of weapons: knives, axes, maces, bows, arrows, and even lassos and harpoons. They were dressed in a chaotic mix of short tunics and rough breeches, with the best protection among them being nothing more than tattered leather vests.