37 Combining Kindness with Severity

Yun Jingyang cast a deep, lingering glance at Yun Ran before turning his attention to the visibly incensed Matriarch Yun and the other ladies of the Yun family.

"Grandmother, it is getting late. You should go and get some rest, and the aunts should head back as well."

While these women of the Yun family often appeared to wield significant influence in their daily lives, they knew better than to resist once the true head of the household had spoken; they had no choice but to follow his lead. It was the first time the Matriarch had been so openly defied by a junior, but at this moment, her primary concern...

The observing cultivators watched as a vast, ethereal pillar of white light descended from the heavens, striking the very center of the colossal Void Flower.

Seeing Qin Tian’s smile, the Abbot felt a surge of unease. Unable to quell his frustration, he desperately formed another seal with his hands. In a split second, he swept his hands downward, as if summoning a gravitational field from the sky and hurling it toward Qin Tian like a giant boulder.

By now, Ye Chen’s livestream had begun to flood with viewers. The scene he was broadcasting captured the attention of many, even drawing the notice of police departments who were monitoring his stream.

"So, it is the illustrious Goddesses of the Three Heavens and the True Monarch of the Mysterious Altar. I am Ye Fan, greetings to you all," said Ye Fan.

The other Saiyans with tails shared the same plight. Unable to open their eyes in the endless darkness, the explosive surge of energy felt as glaring and blinding as the light of the sun.

Although puzzled, Ye Chen felt no panic. He simply asked his audience out of curiosity.

If that were all, it would not have been so shocking. But then, the viewers saw from a high vantage point a red Yamaha weaving at breakneck speed through the massive crowd.

Ye Fan saw nothing but barren land; there was not a single living, flesh-and-blood creature to be found. In the distance, only skeletons wandered, their skulls flickering with ghost fire—dark, eerie, and demonic.

Zhan Yue, of course, was not using any gemstones. The reason he could hold his own against Su Jie in swordsmanship, beyond his extensive combat experience and the commonalities between blade and sword techniques, was...

Cell could no longer scream. Gritting his teeth, he maintained an energy output that far exceeded his own limits.

Amidst the sound of shattering, scattering stone, Karl planted his feet on the edge of the balcony and then leaped into the air.

Shen Tianhe and his men watched the data before them with anxiety. Though they were soldiers by trade, they understood enough to grasp the meaning of the red and blue lines.

Zheng Haopeng was no fool; if he were, he never would have risen to the side of the Young Marshal, nor would he have managed to pull strings to enter the Secret Service after the Young Marshal’s fall from grace.

Ye Shaohong’s words were urgent, and the information he inadvertently revealed left Yu Manli trembling with fear. Yet, she was a decisive woman, possessing a spirit no less courageous than any man.

Upon hearing this, Han Shuo assumed the man was looking for trouble and rolled up his sleeves to issue a warning, but a glance from Yu Yuan stopped him. Seeing Yu Yuan’s calm expression, he had no choice but to listen patiently.

The thought of those five taels of silver flowing away with the river water stung Madam Zhang’s heart like a needle.

"Sister, have you been drained of your essence by a male demon?" Qingqing handed her a glass of warm water. After spending several days together, the two had grown quite close.

It was not until nightfall that the unconscious Yu Manli slowly stirred. The moment she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the figure of Ye Shaohong.

He was supremely confident. Even if surrounded by the Four Emperors' crews, he was certain he could escape, unless that Red-Haired man arrived to suppress his Observation Haki with his own "Observation Killer."

"Sir, where have you been all this time?" the man in black at the front asked gently, his tone a mix of concern and reverence as he addressed the travel-worn figure who had finally returned.

Gu Chunqiu detested dealing with officials, for they always acted as if they were superior to those in the underworld. Yet, as long as he remained in the life, he was forced to interact with them. Because he despised it, he had not personally handled such matters for years since retiring from the martial world.