Chapter 171: A Ten-Thousand-Seat Arena, A Financially Well-Endowed Grand Finals!

The scene of the grand finals with forty thousand attendees rivaled a massive concert. For the vast majority of singers in the industry, they would never have the opportunity in their lifetimes to host a stadium concert of tens of thousands of people. The venue rental costs alone were beyond what they could afford. Of course, there were wealthy singers who could handle these exorbitant rental fees, but true fans were hard to buy with money. Imagine if there were tens of thousands of seats, but in the end, only a few thousand people showed up.

"I beg Father to grant this." Liang Yinshuang was definitely someone who feared nothing. Even though Duke Liang's face had turned black with anger, she actually still had the audacity to continue.

"Brother Ye is truly a remarkable person. Back then, when the Xiao Family Army was being formed, it was your father who stood against all opposition in the imperial court, and afterward, he even secretly funded me. Otherwise, the existence of the Xiao Family Army would truly be a joke," Xiao Yuanshan said nearby, also filled with admiration.

These words made Nan Yueling's smile freeze. She already disliked Nan Jinxuan, and seeing him reject her made her even less inclined to tolerate him, so she huffily went to sit beside Madam Yu.

He could openly and righteously tell others: Look, I didn't say anything; they guessed it all by themselves.

With Third Brother present, Chu Yao stopped interrupting and speaking altogether. Yet for some reason, she always felt that Third Brother seemed a bit too composed, as if... as if this child had nothing to do with him at all.

Since he insisted on issuing a challenge to her, she would grant him this chance and let him know how the word 'death' was written.

Right at this juncture, from deep within the prince's residence, a middle-aged man also dressed in the attire of a royal guard walked out. However, judging by the degree of utmost respect all the guards along the way showed him, it was clear that this person was far from being just an ordinary guard.

"Easier said than done. It does me no good, and besides, how to exchange the Earth is still a question. How could that possibly be achieved?" Beerus said.

Come to think of it, during his routine official duties, he often heard people mention Nan Jinxuan—how he was currently working by the Third Prince's side and how much he was valued and favored—and upon returning home, he even had to hear his own father bring this up. How could that not annoy him? In his heart, Nan Jinxuan was utterly devoid of real talent; how could he possibly be qualified to be mentioned in the same breath as him?

However, the fat man's latter sentence happened to hit right where he wanted. If he were really discovered to have walked in himself, it would inevitably alarm the higher-ups of the divine temple.

The Victory Gun God Graves immediately armed himself, holding a massive double-barreled shotgun in his hands. When dealing with werewolves, the Mafia Graves skin was always the most useful. The werewolf was huge, and Luo Yu's marksmanship was limited; the submachine gun's lethality was not quite powerful enough.

As for official imperial mandates, they began with the fifth-rank Lady of Honor, followed by the fourth-rank Lady of Grace for the regular and secondary grades, the seventh-rank Lady of Propriety, the eighth-rank Lady of Peace, and the ninth-rank Lady of Concubine.

"Mother." Ji Xinglan smiled at Gu Jianli, obediently pressing her face against the crook of Gu Jianli's neck and nuzzling affectionately.

Gu Jianli knew in her heart that Ji Wujing wouldn't bother, so she pressed her lips together, gave up on having Ji Wujing step forward, and turned back toward the inner courtyard.

At this very moment, since both sides had already struck, Zhou Yan naturally would not hold back the slightest bit.

Ling Miaomiao abruptly whipped her head around, running right into Mu Sheng's face before he had time to pull back his expression: "You! Why are you peeking at other people writing letters!"

Fushui figured that usually Princess Danzhu and Zhou Yi'er could both enter Su Ruhui's inner chamber directly, so out of a soft heart, she let her in as well.

Helan Yao remained unmoved. A fool was a fool; those who lived simply were indeed content as long as they had food to eat, water to drink, and someone to play with every day.

Sun Wukong returned to the mountain from the netherworld, boasted to the various monkeys for a while, and then sent out invitations to various demon kings. To Sun Wukong, punching through the underworld was a major event worth boasting and bragging about, and everyone needed to know.

The Empress Dowager and the Noble Consort were both gravely ill, and the imperial physicians had all predicted they would not survive past the coming of spring. Although Liu Jian was grief-stricken, he could only order people to prepare for the funeral arrangements first.