Volume One, Chapter 89: Do You Want to Belly Dance at the Banquet?

As the office door closed, Li Ruochu abruptly shoved Feng Yizhou away as if jolted by an electric shock.

Feng Yizhou staggered back half a step, a trace of helplessness flashing in his eyes. “Secretary Li, that’s a classic case of crossing the river and tearing down the bridge.”

Yet when Fan Wubing saw the boss of the Brilliant Star Group, he was still somewhat surprised. This man had built his fortune from a gangland society, and even now he was still tied to underworld dealings. His appearance in a place like this truly startled Fan Wubing.

“Break!” Xie Yun had done all he could. Sacred light shot straight into the heavens and struck the great seal, but how could his holy radiance possibly shatter it?

The title of Marshal Mo was not something one could call casually. When Mo Wencang shouted those words in front of the civil officials and the common people, it was almost as good as confirming Mo Feng’s position as commander.

And what I must do now is give a good speech, or perhaps more accurately, stir the people’s hearts.

Then he turned back and walked up to me, cupped his fists, and said, “Your subordinate pays respects to the general, and to the three madams.” Because this was a public place, he did not call me Brother Deng.

The great fish struggled desperately, kicking up countless sprays of water and bending the fishing rod into a crescent moon. Han Yi was in no hurry to jerk the rod. When the fish moved, he stayed still; when the fish was still, he moved. He led it across the water with the ease of a leisurely stroll.

Who would have thought that Ning Guangming would suddenly glare and launch a fierce attack near the break in the center, immediately throwing the situation into chaos.

“Calm down, young man. It’s your turn.” Old Fan tapped the chessboard, utterly oblivious to what was happening around him.

He was the last wandering recluse of the martial world, a man who specialized in killing Japanese officers and traitors. The divine weapon in his hand was this Dragon-Hidden Sword.

And Du Lei truly lived up to expectations. From the very start of the match, he kept shrinking Yan Xu’s room to maneuver, forcing Yan Xu to confront him head-on.

At the same time, Seventh Master continued to lower his head and fondle Qin Ziqing’s thigh, while Su Zhe sat there smoking, silently watching it all.

Seeing this, Ye Qingyun bellowed, sweeping his arm. A long blade flashing with white light appeared in his hand, and on the blade itself, elemental power shimmered with a formidable aura.

“How should I know? Go find out yourself.” Gu Zhiqiu did not know what I was up to. This time she did not even lift her head, answering casually.

The words of the demon general from earlier had been heard loud and clear by all of them. The Land of Demon-Slaying, the Demon-Slaying Warriors—these terms sounded to them like nothing short of legend. And now, to think that a Demon-Slaying Warrior from the Land of Demon-Slaying had actually appeared before their eyes, how could they not be shocked?

“It’s just a matter of release. Who cares what she looks like, right?” The landlady was still trying stubbornly to persuade me. When the girls received clients, for every hundred they earned thirty.

Still, no one had expected that Jiang Yun would also produce a bow, and would even challenge Changsun Sheng to settle the victory with a single arrow.

At that moment, Chen Danqing’s heart lurched in horror. Had he not been on guard already, he would likely have been plunged into utter peril. Even so, he still exerted every ounce of strength, unleashing the first six steps of the Nine Steps of Great Yu in an instant, and only barely escaped this disaster.

“Pfft!” The blade did not pierce Xuanyuan Lin; it merely cut his shoulder. Otherwise, with that strike, Xuanyuan Lin would have been gravely wounded if not dead. At a time like this, any ambush was lethal.

On her side, she was furious beyond measure, while on the other side, the culprit who had drunk himself senseless was sleeping soundly. It was not until deep into the night that Zhou He, dazed and half-asleep, finally drifted off.

Having been thrown out by others, both of them were already humiliated, and besides, most of the people here were men and women of status and standing, so it was impossible to rule out the chance that some of them might know them.