Chapter 105: Peril Upon Peril

“Cough, cough...” Director Li glanced around the disheveled room and cleared his throat lightly. There were several pieces of women’s clothing scattered on the floor.
“Why are you still sleeping?”
The elderly lady found it strange and quickly tidied up a bit before approaching the bed.
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However, as everyone listened to the courtesan’s words, they all understood that she was merely offering them a way to save face.
She wondered, “Do what?” She had never said anything about seeking out Yang Rui; it was impossible for him to know.
The agonizing pain made the once innocent and carefree Jade Cabbage scream involuntarily. Her beloved, pristine body was now covered in cracked lines.
“Ji Chang, it’s been half a month already. If you keep fussing over this every day, your subordinates might become restless,” Jiuyu whispered from behind.
“Don’t forget, your brother has this poison too. Is it not working this time?” Pedro, prince of the Brazilian Empire of Yan, showed no smile, only a somber mood.
Ling Feng had left, carrying Lagren’s orders. At that moment, Lagren turned his gaze to Leon.
Putting aside his heavy thoughts, Zhu An picked up the unfinished rattle once more and resumed carving diligently.
As a ruler, many Emperors in the world are infamous for their wicked deeds. They are aware of this and permit it. Yet, on the surface, they still need to appear polished and elegant. By noon on the third day, the treatment results for the middle-aged fat man were finally in.
“I’ve known for a long time that I’m gravely ill, that I don’t have much time left,” Lion Jie’s voice echoed in the room. He paused, raised the bowl, then brought it back to his lips. He didn’t interrupt; he listened. His eyes were bright.
But because it was far from the ground and for some other unknown reasons, the Tartarus prison miraculously survived and was renamed “The Lighthouse,” symbolizing humanity’s last hope.
“Ha, come on!” At that moment, Ji Cheng swallowed slightly, his eyes burning with fighting spirit. Coldly, he faced the blood-red divine thunder rushing at him, yet shockingly, he collided head-on with it, using the same technique to seize the blood-red thunder and finally swallowed it down.
Elsewhere, Jiang Ze, Guo Jia, Xiang Mao, Yu Tong, and Han Leng were hastening toward Mangdong Mountain.
“Slay the three of you, then capture that naturally born creature!” The fierce King of the Monkey Beast made a split-second decision, then swung a fist toward Ji Cheng and the two others.
“It’s all in vain.” Shen Xian lightly chastised. A crystalline jade hand sliced through the void, radiating a stunning brilliance as it moved to imprison Zhang Tianling’s location.
The night at the slaughter dock was filled with violence and bloodshed. In a dilapidated great hall, a man wielding a curved blade sat boldly at the center. Strangely, his blade was engulfed in orange-red flames.
Jiang Yu cast aside distractions, rose tall, and walked out of the maze. Now, the oppressive aura of the maze seemed to have no effect on him. His body was strong enough to nullify its influence, leaving him feeling at ease.
“They won’t come back! I have lost my parents too; the departed cannot return, even if a True Immortal comes, it can’t be undone. So, we must resolve to become stronger. Only then can we honor them. Will you be a worthless wretch, or rise as a mighty warrior, inheriting their will?!” Wang Bugui shouted angrily.
“That’s impossible!” Ji Cheng steadied himself, and then a radiant glow appeared on his face. The previously sunken features were restored, and his eyes looked at the Holy Son of the Shrine with disbelief.