Chapter 65: Forced Acquisition

"Woo-hoo-hoo..."
In the dim dungeon, eerie weeping echoed from all directions, causing Ling Yinyin to shudder involuntarily.

"Get in!"
Behind her, a wolf-clan beastman shoved her hard, almost sending her sprawling to the ground.

"What are you crying for?!"

Finding a vast open space, Tongtian had the King of Giants command his men to forge a massive stone box. Leaving a single aperture, they inverted it over the ground and dropped a giant thorn seed inside, after which a giant poured in a torrent of water.

A rhythmic cadence of orderly footsteps resounded as countless Japanese people beside us began swarming frantically in our direction.

Yet now, Gu Ziyue had clearly conversed with Su Qing; in other words, it was highly probable that Su Qing had already revealed her relationship with Chen Xiaoran.

"Fine, Dongzi, consider me giving you a hard time. Let me make amends to you, alright?" President Chen kept trying to reason, but the other party evidently ignored him.

To be honest, Ye Rong's stake was simply too massive. The shares of the Ye Group held by Ye Rong accounted for at least fifty percent or more. Valued by market price, these shares were worth easily over a billion, if not tens of billions.

Those Nightwalkers had already been disposed of by Xi Jichen. I could not help but admire Xi Jichen's decisiveness and dominance; there was nothing worth sympathizing with when it came to such scum among Onmyoji.

That being the case, even a fool would know that the Fatty must have deliberately called these people over just to disgust them.

"Hehe, four—uh, no, three seniors of the Divine Treasure realm, greetings..." Dian Feng smiled faintly as his figure materialized, several luminous stones floating before him to illuminate a radius of dozens of feet.

"Don't you want to know what happened four years ago?" Bai Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, gazing at Yehua with an air of absolute condescension, a wild, arrogant smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Deep within a murky and intertwined maze of memories, Calathea's blurred face faintly emerged. Like a mysterious shooting star in a summer night sky, her figure constantly glided past him inadvertently, leaving him with endless imagination and yearning.

Within the territory of the Void Sect, and a place where he had connections with Tang Xuerou—where could it be?

Shi Yang hesitated for a moment, but ultimately made up his mind; profit was always the most important thing.

El curiously glanced back and saw that person opening the palace gates to welcome another Knight Spirit inside.

"I know you have many questions, but I cannot answer them yet," Michelle replied softly in his customary hoarse voice. As he spoke, he kept his back turned to El, never turning his head even an inch, leaving El unable to glean any useful information from his expression.

"A song of Changling, my lord, linger no more in vain. Past events drift away like clouds, let not your future wane." Murong Zhi recited these lines indifferently. Pei Yao, the songstress, born in the demimonde yet possessed of an exquisite heart, with a single zither surveyed the entire world. Her music chilled the bones, and love mixed with hatred brought sorrow to the flesh. She was not without talent, but beauty ultimately met a fragile fate.

Zeus's temper was finally pushed to its absolute limit by Calathea's blunt yet seemingly deliberate rebellion, but for the sake of his ultimate goal, he endured and endured once more.

Still trying to play the hero! Rest assured, you are all going to die. You will each be heroes, heroes perishing together with the defiant Black Dragon. The annals of the Alpha Continent will forever and ever remember the existence of you dragon-fighting heroes; you shall be eternally commemorated by an entire continent.

Seeing Guo Cai like this, the Matriarch could not help but laugh. How could she possibly not understand the mind of the child she had raised herself? A single word of hers had resolved the issue.

Lin Meimian refused, saying, "You cook, I wash the dishes—a clear division of labor." She vanished from his sight before Mo Ziyun could speak another word.