Chapter 120: The Anthem of a Hundred Ghosts Paying Homage

The commotion here was significant enough to draw glances from everyone around. Even Ye Cangming, seated in the position of honor, cast several side-glances in this direction, his brow furrowing. He found the scene at that table particularly eyesore, especially Yan Jingchen’s exaggerated mannerisms, which gave him an urge to throw the man out. Thinking that guests should be treated with courtesy, he ultimately refrained from acting.

Li Qianjue also noticed the disturbance and cast a sharp look over, instantly catching sight of Chu Yuyao, his expression one of astonishment.

Before the "Prince" could utter a word from the dais, Li Junyan had already intercepted everything he intended to say. After their discussion, they merely had a trusted aide pass a message to Yun Zhen that "Wang Tuo has been brought to justice," saying nothing more.

"Qiqi!" Wang Zixuan, sitting upright to the side, whispered sternly, casting a sharp glare with her sparkling eyes.

Lang Yu’s resolve was clear: he would rather be smashed to pieces than live in such cowardly humiliation. The Lone Wolf had never stooped to such things before. In the Daochen Realm, he could at least be a fleeing general, but here, he could not even run, and he feared he might not even be able to commit suicide.

Hearing Lin Yichen’s blunt remarks, Xu Tianlan couldn't help but curse inwardly, thinking the man was a hopeless blockhead. They had spent so much time together, their relationship already far beyond the ordinary, yet this guy still asked such infuriating questions.

Fu Qingzhi struggled to suppress a giggle, feigning a look of confused ignorance, as if she were a naive soul who didn't understand the underlying meaning of the words.

Without the nourishment of Yang energy, the Nine Abysses Heart Technique could never sustain a long life; this was the reason behind the Heavenly Gate’s rule that one must reach the age of thirty to stand independently.

Glancing askance at Li Qiyao, who was still looking pleased with herself, Pixiu suddenly noticed that the eight flying swords in her arms seemed as if their spiritual energy had been completely drained.

"Fine." Konoe Ryukoshi agreed readily; in any case, he had no intention of letting the other party pay for it himself.

Another lean, black-clad figure wearing a bright silver mask struck simultaneously. A long black blade, shimmering with a ghostly light, extended to five or six feet in length and flew through the air with unparalleled speed, slashing down at Yang Shao’s head.

Although he had acquired superpowers, he did not like the world as it was now at all; perhaps he was simply not cut out to be a protagonist by nature.

With a loud boom, a ball of flames erupted. Half of Le Shang’s head vanished instantly, and his body slumped slowly and powerlessly to the ground, his arms still crossed in front of his chest.

He had instantly killed the Doomguard, which possessed high spell resistance, and had also severely wounded Draco, who had even higher resistance and several layers of defensive spells protecting him.

The warhorse was tall, similar in size to an ordinary steed, but the clockwork gnome riding it was larger than a typical gnome, clutching a steel lance and hanging a knight’s sword at his waist.

Gu Ming suddenly realized that he had been calculated by the people of the Star Tour Group all along. This filled him with fury and steeled his resolve to kill them.

The thin, tall pirate scrambled into the cabin on all fours, returning shortly after with a medicine kit in hand.

With the strongest willpower he could muster, Rong Jia managed to suppress the fear, panic, and confusion surging within him, and with some difficulty, he slowly began to speak.

At first glance, this Arhat’s features appeared quite rugged, but a closer look revealed his delicate, handsome facial features. At this moment, his fine, handsome brow showed an expression that suggested everything was exactly as he had expected.

Listening to Ye Tianci’s tone now, it seemed he was determined to take one of his arms and one of his legs. The fatty knew he was no match for Ye Tianci, as the latter’s strength surpassed his own, but he also realized that it might not be so easy for Ye Tianci to keep him there.

It seemed this great predecessor intended for the challenger to master the power of "Gang" more skillfully through this trial.

The immense willpower shook Zifeng, stirring an irresistible surge of passion: this was the army of the Chen Kingdom, an army that was sure to win every battle and conquer every objective, an army with a conviction as firm as a rock. It was the place he had yearned for most in his youth, bar none.