Chapter 99: A Resounding Slap in Defiance of Punishment

The atmosphere within the Castel Sant'Angelo was suffocatingly heavy. William of Montreuil lay upon his sickbed, surrounded by a few clerics who seemed intent on treating his illness, though he had refused all their efforts.

When a Norman returned and saw these clerics, he immediately drove them away.

"Get out! Scram!"

The Norman kicked and pummeled the clerics, forcing them out. As they fled in a panic, only William remained.

In the end, the longsword, covered in frost, halted abruptly just inches from Shui Roubing, unable to pierce forward even a fraction further.

"Brother Xun, do you have a strategy to break this stalemate?" Xi Zhicai asked, draining the remaining half of his wine.

It was precisely for this reason that the Venerable Lord of the Imperial Sea, who had directly suppressed the Lord of the Dou Division, had incurred a grudge that persisted to this day.

Upon receiving Liu De's military orders, Guan Yu had been quite skeptical. His thoughts mirrored those of Jian Yong: as a Heavenly King holding the third-highest position at Tiger Head Mountain, why would he surrender so easily and help them coordinate from within to eliminate the bandits? Could it be a feigned surrender? Yet, who would believe such a clumsy ruse?

"It is I, Yan Ri, who was in the wrong. I should not have slandered the esteemed envoy of the Demon Alliance. Please, show mercy and let me go; look, my face is already swollen from your grip." The adaptable Yan Ri immediately offered a sincere apology.

In other words, the excuse that the dragon egg was a trophy seized from invaders no longer held water. It had now become, quite definitively, stolen property taken from a distinguished guest, and there was no way it could be presented to Grandmother as a birthday gift.

After observing for a while, Mo Song was certain: he could not recognize which part of his sea of consciousness this was.

The six or seven hundred cultivators watching the battle retreated in unison to avoid the energy shockwave. The mushroom cloud rising from the clash of the four divine king remnants formed a literal barrier of energy, isolating the three prodigies from the giant diamond ape on opposite sides.

Although the next class was Physical Education, typically held on the track, today was only the second day at Hidden Star Academy for many, and they felt it better to remain in the classroom. Besides, no one knew exactly where the physical training session would be held.

"Hmph! If those scoundrels from the Xiang family hadn't held us back, do you think I, of the Ying family, would have let you jump around for so long? Xiang Shaorou is already tied up; let's see who comes to save you this time!" Ying Jifeng said with bitter resentment.

Wanli Xiang—Ten Thousand Li Fragrance—was a famous café in Yunchuan, true to its name. In the past, she had loved coming here because the moment she stepped through the doors, she was intoxicated by the variety of coffee aromas.

"You mean to say that the Emperor’s grave illness is not some incurable malady, but poison?" Helan Mo was stunned.

Only Shang Xige guessed Mo Ming's intentions. The reason he hadn't moved was that he wanted the Silver Spear Guest to kick the door open, at which point he pressed a dagger against the man’s back and gave him a sharp look.

Ye Ming nodded. His wife had come to cheer for him; he really couldn't afford to lose. Sorry everyone, but when it came to stamina, Ye Ming had undergone a year of hyper-physical training. His energy was as inexhaustible as the Yangtze River; what was five hundred meters? He wouldn't even be out of breath after running a thousand.

"My lady, tell me, what is the use of this thing?" Helan Yao handed the glass bottle to Su Jingyu.

Mu Yichen was slightly taken aback, then quickly captured the relevant information: the person on the other end did not like being the center of attention, and her voice was young—certainly no older than thirty-five.

As it turned out, although Tang Yue had attended the dinner with Zou Chengle that night and met President Ding, she had not yielded to his desires, nor had there been any substantial physical progress between them.

If Bai Ranran were to suddenly backtrack and change her mind, he would have to return to that long, indefinite road of pursuing his wife. He had no idea when he would finally be able to drag this girl to the Civil Affairs Bureau, stamp his mark of ownership on her, and have her name added to his family register.