Chapter 58: Encountering a Fated Connection Upon Stepping Out

Xu Qi had a premonition that this was a feast at Hongmen.

They had never truly crossed paths with Chen Chuhou, let alone shared any friendship, and business or interest ties were completely out of the question. Why, then, would he send them an invitation?

Glancing briefly at the contents of the invitation, it basically stated that due to an oversight by the Chen family, a scoundrel like Wang Cheng had managed to exploit a loophole, and he wished to host a banquet to offer his apologies. That was why he had sent invitations to her and Tan Jiuding.

One had to admit, as a major salt merchant family holding the Huaibei salt permits, he certainly knew how to conduct himself and handle human relations.

Just as the words left his mouth, before he even made a clear move, and before Zhu Jin could even react, his knees went weak and he "obediently" collapsed onto the ground. Then, his body inexplicably lunged forward, rolling over and over on the ground in a rather comical and helpless fashion.

High attack, high speed, support, and long-range roles were all present. To achieve victory, they had to be separated one by one and then broken individually... But... was it really going to be that simple?

Mu Xingping glanced at Bai Mujin, seemingly seeking her help, but seeing Bai Mujin rub her eyes, she understood. She then turned her gaze to Bai Shizu and shed a pair of gentle, delicate tears, which melted Bai Shizu's heart into a pool of warm water.

Upon hearing this, the captives immediately broke into cheers. Nothing could be more uplifting than gaining their freedom. Having been locked away for days and cut off from all outside news, they had no idea how the Israeli government would treat them.

Meili, Liu Kun, and the other god-tier masters, along with the monarchs of the four nations, mobilized the remaining soldiers of all humankind. Even though their self-detonations would have virtually no effect on the Asura God, as human beings, they refused to possess a spirit inferior to that of any other race.

Although Qin Jiu did not entirely believe this piece of folklore, after trimming and sifting through it, there was always a shred or two of truth left behind.

"What Mujin says is entirely reasonable. I wonder which imperial physician prescribed this medicine for you? I must ask him whether he harbors malicious intent to harm our Duke's Manor. Surely the physician prescribing it could not have been unaware that this medicine leaves permanent scars?" the old madam said coldly.

The person on the other end listened in stunned silence for a long while before muttering, "Putting on an act? I think you're out of your mind! Where on earth is this computerized voice coming from? What a bore!" With that, he hung up again.

Today, perhaps because of Ye Xiang’s return, it was far too lively outside. Hearing the commotion, Ye Xiang realized someone else had arrived.

Li Congjia called out toward the doorway, and Commander Cai immediately acknowledged the order, turning to direct his subordinates to make the necessary preparations.

For years, he had stood guard at Demon-Slaying Ridge, single-handedly repelling virtually all invasions by the northern foreign tribes. His immense contributions and arduous labor went without saying. Whenever he encountered problems beyond his resolution, he would rally the forces of the mortal world to resist them together, such as the Northern Sect, the Yin-Yang Dao, and the Exorcism Gate.

"Mom, are you and Dad at the mountain plantation or back home?" Liu Mo did not answer his mother's question directly, choosing instead to inquire about their whereabouts so he could determine his next steps.

The Netherworld Demon-Slaying Hand was naturally unaffected by gunfire; it pressed directly down upon the coffin, gripping it entirely in its grasp.

Having finished this, Fang Yuan created the sun and the moon. This time, mimicking the model of the Resident Evil world, he drew a circle upon the world membrane.

One must know that the sixth-tier planetary level was equivalent to the late Yuanying stage, while the seventh-tier planetary level was equivalent to the early Dongxu stage once attained by Tantai Zhenyuan, the ancestor of earthly immortals, and the eighth-tier corresponded to the mid-stage.

If people had previously held back out of fear of Li Fengman’s status as crown prince—harboring anger without daring to speak—now that his crown prince title had been stripped away, those past threats naturally vanished like smoke. If he had truly plagiarized and stolen the work, he would undoubtedly be exposed and reported by others.

Nearby, Pingyi added black rain into the black gale, the raindrops providing even greater momentum to the storm as the sword light was slowly compressed inch by inch.

With Metropolis currently rotating between their twenty-first and twenty-second tactical plays, trying to go toe-to-toe with the opponent like this was pure wishful thinking. Once the ammunition ran out, the outcome would likely remain the same.