Chapter 101: Rome Must Be in Our Hands

For all the citizens and nobles of Rome, this day was exceptionally unforgettable.

But for Leo, it was just one of countless ordinary days, only the weather was a bit more pleasant. The sun hung high outside the window, warming the entire room.

Leo climbed out of bed and wiped his face with a warm, damp towel.

“Sir, the statistics are still being compiled,” Ricardo reported, standing beside Leo with a report in hand.

Some reactions were intense, convinced it was impossible—Su Yan would never break the myth and sprint to the summit.

After Su Weiran left, she was about to reply on her phone when she noticed a handsome, casual figure leaning lazily against a nearby wall.

“So what? With your forces heavily depleted by internal strife, how do you expect to complete the mission your master assigned you?”

The orders transmitted by Aiqi were not to be taken lightly. Nai Ozu’s recent blissful existence was entirely due to Aiqi’s favor. Even as the tribal leader, Nai Ozu treated Aiqi with utmost respect. Nai Ozu was never a hard-nosed character anyway.

In a large lecture hall accommodating over two hundred, Professor Chen Zijian stood at the podium, delivering a lecture to his students. Tang Feng and Han Jiang entered quietly from the back, not wanting to disturb the professor. They tiptoed to the last row and took their seats.

On the way to the hotel, Su Weiran finished her performance, thinking back on the night with laughter that made her belly ache.

Seeing the name of that café, Mo Shilin’s expression darkened. He raised his hand and tossed the postcard into the trash bin.

Tang Yi also grew solemn, pacing the room with his hands behind his back, his eyes constantly watching Su Yan, filled with astonishment.

Her hair was styled into a voluminous bun, sweet yet fresh. Her fair, dewy face smiled like blooming gardenias.

Su Yang harbored doubts that the Snow White Garment was no match for Yuan Zhen. After all, the Snow White Garment was a leading figure among the young of the Qi Empire. Without some trump card, it wouldn’t be possible. Su Yang had his own trump cards too, but the true contest had yet to begin. Neither side wished to act rashly just yet.

In an instant, he noticed the mysterious black bead suddenly appearing in Geng Tian’s hand, sensing the eerie aura emanating from it. His heart tightened.

Whether in the heavens above or among the mystic sects, controlling subordinates and preventing betrayal always involved the use of drugs—an age-old method in the martial world.

“It’s time to use the second item now.” With this thought, Su Yang swiftly moved toward the direction where the cold youth was heading.

“This… I must be ignorant. What is going on?” the old man murmured, staring as if petrified.

Like a giant spider web, countless cracks spread across the ancient glacier. Above, snow and ice shifted, and a terrifying avalanche had begun.

The leader of the Black Flame Sect pointed forward with his right hand. Dark energy was released, gathering at his fingertips, spinning rapidly before shooting forward with a swoosh.

“Why fight? If any of you dare make the first move against me, although I’m not as reckless as Jiang Yun, I won’t hesitate to kill one or two right before everyone’s eyes.” Lang Tianxing was like this: despite Lin Dong’s constant signals to keep a low profile, he still burst out.

Seeing their resolute attitude, Hou Zheng began to hesitate. Just as he was unsure what to do, three powerful auras suddenly surged from the direction of the palace, each bearing the cultivation level of the Tongshen Realm—the realm beyond the Void.

Yet at this critical moment, Master and Uncle Cheng Siyu together won Jiang Yun the opportunity to go out, and the companion was none other than Han Xiuyun—a figure of extraordinary and special status in Jiang Yun’s heart.