Chapter 59: Words Made Law, Infamy for a Myriad of Years

Jiang Wan wrapped her arms around her eldest brother's neck.
"Big brother, don't be mad. That bitch and that dog deserve each other, they're a match made in heaven and should be locked together forever. You deserve better; when I grow up, I'll find you a great one."
Chu Zhou smiled helplessly, while Nangong Wanyu beside him chimed in:
"When I grow up, I'll find you one too."
Chu Zhou couldn't help but laugh, and holding them both, he walked over to rendezvous with Venerable Yu Yi.
[Facing the antics and provocations of mere Core Formation ants, you did not—]
Yet, just after that fellow left with a cheeky grin, a low-profile and mysterious black Peugeot sedan pulled out shortly afterward, heading straight for the Élysée Palace.
As it turned out, on that stormy and rainy afternoon yesterday, Ah Bing had already been murdered by him, his head severed and his face peeled off. And the headless corpse that the flesh-eating Fifth Master Liu later relished was evidently none of Ah Bing's.
Elder Qi lowered his arms, heavily panting for breath. The howling hurricane slowly subsided, and the smoke drifted away, eventually vanishing entirely from between heaven and earth.
Consequently, the feedback Ye Fei received left him utterly discouraged. The No. 123 Qian Tian subject, named Zhifasha, indeed possessed the ability to erase and restore human memories, but he had already kicked the bucket during that chaotic battle ten years ago.
In fact, the moment this magical duel began, everyone present knew that if the Soul Formation elder failed to take down Tang Chen, he would lose—even if they fought to a draw or the young master sustained injuries.
"Hmph! I truly don't understand how that old hag Gong Butian ever fancied you. How laughable!" King Peng muttered to himself while tracking Tang Chen, seemingly recalling certain events from the past. It was truly unbelievable that he could find time to reminisce while in the middle of a chase.
Naturally, Han Xue stood no chance of defeating Hong Chen. Let alone advancing to the main tournament, she would already be eliminated in the Tianbei City preliminaries. If things turned out that way, how could the Han family possibly avoid being sent to the front lines?
Although those dragon souls had evolved with the help of the Dragon God's ghostly powers, they had merely become slightly more agile in their movements.
"The Power of Yin... Xiaolian's Power of Yin..." Long Xingyu closed his eyes, beginning to carefully retrace the clues regarding the Power of Yin on Xiaolian.
This time, they interrogated me first, claiming my hands looked exceptionally pretty, and then struck my hands with wooden boards, leaving them in this current state.
"By the way, Brother Qingke, has Qingji been giving you any trouble?" Recalling his own ordeal, Gu Luo felt worried and quickly asked out of concern.
This... He Fu hesitated for a moment. Raising five thousand to six thousand, and with Eunuch Lei speaking up even before the Crown Prince had uttered a word, it seemed somewhat improper according to protocol.
With those words, Lin Chen's palm descended once more, landing squarely on the other side of Itada Yuki's face.
The young man, acting on pure reflex, frantically patted his body all over. When he spotted the wallet under Linn Peng's feet, his face instantly flushed crimson. He hurried over to Linn Peng in two strides, picked up the wallet, and quickly shoved it into his own clothes.
The moment Lü Bu turned his head to look to the right, he could see his own deathly pale face reflected in the broad blade of Huang Zhong's great saber.
Hearing Sima Xuan say this, Kuroto Hiroto found it difficult to say anything further and let out a somewhat regretful sigh.
"I know what you want to do, and I can help you. However, the price is very heavy." His indifferent tone carried no trace of emotion.
"If she still cannot kick her drug addiction a week after today, have her dishonorably discharged!" the revolver spoke up first, cutting in.
"I am your younger sister! You are a god! You are not some mortal who can be reincarnated at will!" The older brother refused to listen to a single word.
Su Qinghan nodded. "Your Highness, our intelligence reached us far too late. If the fierce Menggu army were still at Yanmen Pass, everything would be easily manageable. Within ten days, we could drive them out of Xiliang."
In a daze, Song Jiuyue recalled that night at Ye Qiu's villa when Yinhu and Youji joined forces to battle A-Qin and A-Yao... Could the two of them have deliberately held back? Otherwise, being fellow members of the Twelve Hairpins, how could the gap in their strength be so vast?