Always trying to steal the spotlight!

Although the perpetrator was caught, it only proved that the assailant was acting on someone's orders to kill him, but failed to prove the truth of his past framing.

Yang Ye's academic reputation for plagiarism, along with the charges of harassing a fellow student and stealing money from a classmate, had already been firmly and inextricably nailed to his name.

"Fortunately, the school's decision to expel little Ye-zi was temporarily put on hold, and it ended up just being a disciplinary demerit. This is already the best possible outcome."

Yunran had done everything she could...

Meanwhile, as Mo Jiuling leaned into Jun Yanchen's embrace, she felt as though something was against her leg, feeling quite uncomfortable. The moment Mo Jiuling shifted, Jun Yanchen let out a low, seductive voice.

Who would have thought that just as she raised her foot without yet taking a step, the old Daoist priest ahead suddenly transformed into a gigantic snake with an extremely ferocious expression. Terrified out of her wits and turning weak at the knees, she sank back down to the ground.

Ye Qiu'er simply hadn't expected that this was merely Consort Duan's final trump card; she had already laid an inescapable net across the palace, simply waiting for Ye Qiu'er to walk right into it.

"What is going on?" Fang Mu had already reached the entrance by this time. Seeing the scene before him, which struck him as rather distressing, he couldn't help but question the manservant standing guard at the door.

Given his casual disposition, would he not—or rather, shouldn't he—simply ignore a request from someone with this identity?

His features were unremarkable, and his expression was indifferent. Combined with a face covered in full stubble and somewhat blurred features, he looked devoid of expression. His attire matched the exquisite texture and intricate style expected of a casino boss, yet the color palette was remarkably subdued.

Before long, the whistling and the clanging of metal gradually subsided, and the thousands of flying arrows halted abruptly, freezing in mid-air. Those brave warriors who had been fiercely clashing with swords and blades just a moment before instantly turned docile, disarming themselves, closing their eyes, and proceeding cautiously.

The diminishing interference allowed the equipment and instruments of Bureau 117 to function properly. Amidst the water mist, the outlines of structures were detected, gradually sketching out a complete set of ruins. At the center of these ruins stood a towering sacrificial altar, atop of which perched a giant dragon with its wings unfurled.

Fang Mu watched as those men fiddled incessantly with the guns in their hands, occasionally pointing the muzzles at those around them. Fortunately, these firearms were unloaded; otherwise, a couple of lives might well have been lost here today.

A burst of static came through. Wang Feng quickly pulled the phone away from his ear and stepped outside to take a look. Those fellows had turned on a signal jammer. Sweeping his gaze around, he saw at least over a hundred members of the K family stationed both up and down.

Transforming into a black panther, Ye Xiaoxiao possessed a speed that did not lose to a Saint-rank! In a flash, she swept past Bai Mu, rescuing him from the sword of the Dark Dragon Sect Master.

The audience did not understand why Tohka Yatogami had appeared, nor did anyone know whether her performance on stage was a genuinely occurring event or if the organizers had truly poured massive efforts into this event for the occasion.

Her words were nothing more than pointing to a deer and calling it a horse—if Lu Yuan showed any dissatisfaction with this, she would shift the blame entirely onto this Palace Attendant Imperial Secretary.

Yu Dao gazed at the faint brilliance in his hand and spoke slowly. Once he finished speaking, the figure behind the brilliance slowly opened its eyes and locked gazes with Yu Dao.

In reality, his distinct style was heavily restricted within *Tokyo Godfathers*, and due to a lack of production budget, he often had to step in and handle things personally himself.

Twelve red-robed grand archbishops meant twelve Saint-rank mages! Coupled with those devout and fanatical Templar Knights and the Saint-rank Commander of the Templar Knights, the foundation of the Radiant Church could certainly be called profound! And this was merely their surface-level influence; what hidden strengths they might harbor in the dark remained entirely unknown.

It would be better to wait until Long Aodi was transferred and locked into the Black Prison, when everything was set in stone, before revealing the truth to Long Aotian... Long Qingshan thought, shaking his head.

Grand Duke Chu began setting up the anti-magic array, while Yeshi and the others patiently waited in the valley.