Chapter 118: Provincial Governors Come to the Capital

Tang Yu smiled and said, "Of course not. The situation in the capital is becoming increasingly complex. The governors of Chaozhou, Shanzhou, and Daizhou should have received the news by now. Once the three of them arrive at court, we can close the net."

Hearing Tang Yu say this, Ye Yue merely muttered something under her breath and fell silent.

Tang Yu did not hear her clearly and asked, "What did Yue'er just say..."

In Hong Kong, investors had reached a state of extreme panic over the "1997 deadline" they had invented to frighten themselves. Many of the Hong Kong celebrities who accompanied Mrs. Thatcher on her visit to Beijing began selling off their Hong Kong stocks and real estate the moment they returned.

White and Kimimaro, who were practicing outside the palace, felt the torrential pressure erupting like a hurricane from within. Seeing the ground and walls around them shattered by the supreme aura radiating from Yu, they could not help but show expressions of shock.

After Lin Feng rose to his feet, his vital energy reached its peak. Facing the surrounding air, he unleashed countless "Undying God Fists." His energy, filled with aggressive intent, exploded rapidly in the vicinity, instantly shrouding the space in ash.

Seeing Indra’s sudden intrusion, and the massive chakra descending from the heavens to shatter the ground outside the Ninshu main hall, Asura immediately chased after him with a group of Ninshu disciples, a look of complication on his face.

The Alliance could afford to fail a hundred times, but Li Er could only afford to fail once. Compromising with the Alliance and accepting their jurisdiction and punishment was the only wise path.

In later years, the series of extortionate acts by the United States against ZTE and Huawei stemmed partly from having a less refined president, but also because American confidence in the realm of technology was no longer as strong as it had been in the 1990s.

At that very moment, a crimson light emerged, accompanied by a flowing musical score, instantly forming a radiant gateway in mid-air.

Looking at the long string of digits on his bank card, Lin Qi remained calm. In the parallel world, the figures he dealt with were hundreds or thousands of times larger than this.

Lan Guang looked at my blood-red eyes without saying a word, but I knew he didn't want me to remain "red-named." Life as a red-named player was miserable, and the penalties for being an enemy of the martial arts world were severe. But I didn't care. Since Lan Guang wouldn't speak, they had only one path left: death.

He actually took a red collar out of his storage ring and, along with his own barbed whip, handed them to Li Changsheng.

The demon man who spoke was Black Demon. His entire body was pitch-black, and though not as muscular as the Power Demons, he did not appear to be very old.

However, Zhi Yuan had once promised that if she were helped to take her revenge, she would belong to Yun Chen. When she learned that Wan Mei had also joined Yun Chen, she felt deeply uncomfortable, yet she was helpless to change it and still arranged a room for her. Of course, she assigned Wan Mei to the worst servant's quarters in the Chi Mang Trading Firm.

Mark was telling him that he was not Mark Grylls, nor was he that prisoner in the jail; his name was now Mark Sen, and he had better not let it slip.

"The Demon race will not attack the Human race for the next two years, so you can rest assured," Ruo Xi said softly.

Lu Shuang seemed to hear someone calling him; far away, Li Jian was crying out for help, his voice fading bit by bit, as if he were dying, unable to struggle any longer.

Mei Chen was at a critical juncture and could not be disturbed; as long as Blood Elder was slain, there would be no more hidden dangers.

The Immortal Emperor's pressure roared and thundered. The messenger's face flushed red, feeling as if his throat had been constricted, making it difficult to breathe.

Indeed, the word "Emperor" was a dream that countless beings longed for, yet remained forever out of reach. They threw themselves at it wave after wave, like moths to a flame, advancing and struggling along a path paved with countless bleached bones.

Heaven knows how much effort it took for him to finish that sentence before fleeing! Facing Bei Mingxie, he felt like an ant as low as dust. How could an ant contend with the might of the heavens?