Chapter 28: The Nobleman's Son

The woman shrieked in panic, but Tingqin appeared unruffled as she walked over in small steps and said, "Mother, we have distinguished guests."
The woman glanced at Tang Yu, thinking him a handsome young gentleman. She recognized Su Huan and Su Qi, but knew that both were sidelined by the current Prime Minister and were hardly anyone of great significance.
These happenings in the court had unfolded too swiftly, leaving many matters unresolved...
"Fine, if I can't deal with Li Yuanba, I'll deal with you instead. When all this is over, just wait and see how I'll punish you!" Wang Rou said viciously.
Under the sweeping force, the thunder power within the surrounding Heavenly Garden quickly subdued itself.
Ace's death meant the Flare-Flare Fruit would change hands, and in two years would fall into the possession of the sea rogue Doflamingo. This was an opportunity; in terms of power, the Flare-Flare Fruit surpassed the fruit Fang Cheng coveted, yet for survival, the fruit Fang Cheng had his eyes on was superior.
It seemed this girl was not a staunch member of the organization; she had been coerced into assassinating Chief Wang.
Lu Yuanbai only now realized that Li Dongsheng's imprisonment in the Dali Temple was far more complex than simply falling asleep during the grand court assembly. No wonder the temple's head, Gao Xiuping, dared not offend Li Dongsheng—the root cause lay here.
Tefuo opened his eyes slightly and glanced at the frenzied sea folk beyond the light, his lips curving ever so faintly, a flash of brilliance flickering in his gaze.
Han Sheng nodded, as he was preparing to seek out Murong Jie and claim the reward Murong Jie had just promised him.
Hundreds of thousands of sea folk knelt in unison before a single person, a spectacle that was nothing short of astonishing. Their voices thundered across the vast expanse of the sea, causing the once-calm waters to tremble again and ripple outward.
Huo Xinchen regarded the shifty-eyed man with deep meaning, discreetly stepping back—not merely out of caution, but also because the man's ragged attire and strange odor hinted at a long-unwashed body, making him almost unbearable to approach.
She had never expected her carefully laid plans to fail once more, and couldn't fathom how Zhuge Xiu had guessed she would use the Evil Wind Powder. No matter how she reasoned, it remained a mystery.
She could picture the bodies hanging from the city walls outside the car, left to die there. No one dared to collect them; no one had the courage.
One asked for pardon, another demanded punishment, leaving him half amused, half exasperated. Still, his goal had been achieved, and there was no need to argue further.
The mounts beneath the cavalry bared their fangs, emitting low growls as if threatening the crowd or protesting to their masters. Though so much fresh blood was before them, they were restrained and unable to feast.
His future was full of uncertainties, so Elder Xuan Mo could not divine it. Yet the futures of those like Bloodscale Mofei were intimately linked to his own.
The assembled generals vied to speak, all believing that using Ziyang County to entrap the Taixuan kings was unrealistic. They urged Lin Xuan to ponder the strategy and share his plan for discussion.
What had happened in the eastern region of Huaxia lately? Everything seemed to revolve around a man named Fang Quan. Who exactly was he?
This technique was ancient, and the Redscale King only knew of it from bloodline inheritance; no one in the world could be found who truly understood how to forge such a bond.
Ever since she became the Grand Elder of the Fang family, she had never been so humiliated. The feeling was utterly intolerable, so her rage was justified.
Yang Tianxin hurried to help her brother, who had lost control, but at that very moment, it felt as if a nail had been driven into her mind. The sensation was so intense that her whole head seemed poised to explode.