112. Advancement Without Blame (Two-in-One)

Meng Qingyuan calmly observed the sudden emergence of people from all directions, her face showing little emotion, her mind remarkably serene. She was not like Pei Xiunian, who had entered the game halfway through. Having lived for so many years within the Forbidden Purple City of Zhaoning, the Empress Dowager naturally understood the immense allure that power held for the ministers between the court and the realm.

If ministers were so drawn to power, how much more so the emperor himself.

Complete imperial authority was no trivial matter to Emperor Zhaoning; it was the very object of his pursuit.

He halted at the outskirts of Haijing City, gazing upon this imposing city-state. As he scrutinized the city gates made of Haijing Stone, his expression was proud and profound, like a born sovereign surveying his domain.

Her eyes remained fixed on the distant battlefield, anxious that Qin Zheng might falter or that what she saw was but an illusion.

Among the undead, the kings were able to utterly overwhelm humans of the same level. Nearly all who had encountered them bore indelible scars, losing faith in humanity’s strength against such foes.

At Ye Feng’s raised hand, all the stranded bullets strangely reversed course, retracing their paths to strike these enemies directly.

Yin Lan’s fair, noble nose twitched slightly; without opening her long eyes, she stated the fact with a calm declarative tone.

He shook his head vigorously, like a dog freshly bathed, casting away the untenable thought from his mind.

With short brown hair, a bright and affable smile, and a striking resemblance—seven or eight points—to David Berg, just a glance was enough for Jiana to make several reasonable guesses about the identity of the young man before her.

Liu Mengli did not entirely believe Bai Chen’s words, for she had witnessed firsthand at the outer gate the endless stream of people eager to join the Xiaoyao Sect, almost crowding one another to get in.

There were mechanized psychic spacecraft and psychic automobiles, their streamlined forms brimming with aesthetic beauty, evoking admiration for the art of machinery.

Xia Qingluo’s lips curved with a confident smile as she strode toward the chess table at the center of the grand hall, all eyes upon her.

Holding the most precious wine from the table in one hand, a confident smile played upon her lips. Tilting the glass at a forty-five-degree angle, the ruby-red liquid slowly flowed into the tall wineglass. Although Su Yanyan was unremarkable in many areas, her insights into wine had always been profound.

Upon hearing Li Xuan’s voice, Princess Ankang hurriedly lit the candle and gently nudged Yuer beside her.

Gu Heng once again gave Shen Tang a promise, leaving Shen Tang increasingly puzzled but smiling and nodding in acceptance.

The interrogation took place in the basement, where a battered electric fan clattered, blowing pitifully hot air. Huang Shiren was held down, his hands raised, and told that this was akin to sitting in a jet plane. Liu Deyi, presiding over the interrogation, slammed the table and chair, scolding him, but Huang Shiren remained stubborn. The interrogation soon reached a deadlock.

Meanwhile, Eddie Gray, seated below, could no longer wait. He was eager to learn the views of Li George, several coaching staff members, the scouting department, and the transfers division regarding the transfers of his two former protégés, Woodgate and Boyer.

The relationship between content and form was thus locked in a stalemate. Content determined form, while form reflected and served the content.

This necklace was composed of thirty-one flawless, translucent pink diamonds, ending with a pigeon egg-sized red ruby. The value of the entire necklace was beyond question.

This was already the third activation; the first time had encountered some issues, specifically with the flight control system.

Yet, once an ordinary person was enveloped by that terrifying force, it was akin to being crushed into mince by a hydraulic press.

Ye Bo’s stern gaze swept over, and Ye Che immediately shrank back. There was no longer any semblance of the proud demeanor he had shown before Bo Ye; reluctantly, he moved to Shen Tang’s side.

At the same time, three demonic dogs charged in unison, their monstrous jaws snapping, only to recoil in horror upon discovering that the prey before them seemed to have changed.