Chapter 47: Mass Brawling?

Shen Jin'an's mind flashed with the flustered and helpless face of the girl from earlier that day, followed by the memory of Li Ying's once bright smile.
Roubao was right; once they managed to capture photographs of tonight's party, it would be enough to convict those people.
But what about after that?
What would become of the girl from the daytime, and what about the victims at tonight's banquet?
Even if everyone were brought to justice, the trauma inflicted could never be undone.
Shen Jin'an fell into a deep silence.

Previously, Xiao Yan had journeyed primarily to the Colossal Sovereign Volcano in search of volcanic lime-water, thus avoiding the paths commonly frequented by travelers. This time, merely passing by on his way to the Dream Empire, he could see numerous wayfarers walking towards various nations, mostly merchants or those on missions.

Li Jinghong stood beside Song Duanwu, remaining the same graceful and peerless figure as ever. In this man, momentous crises seemed entirely non-existent, and he always maintained that same proud demeanor.

"Don't kill him!" Seeing this array of force and recalling past events, Yu Jing genuinely thought Zhao Gan was a former highwayman, and cried out anxiously on the spot.

Come to think of it, Zhao Gan found it somewhat amusing. Life was fleeting, passing in the snap of a finger, and before he knew it, he was about to become a father.

Although the shifting of power in Sofia was the design of White Lady and Sima Liushui, every method and step behind it had been entirely facilitated by Song Duanwu. Therefore, for the doorman to address him as boss was entirely reasonable and proper.

Shi Qi said, "If we do not kill the king, it will not do." Thereupon, they abducted the king to the Gao Mansion. Followers of Shi Qi, including Qu Gu, carried King Hui of Chu on their backs as they fled to the palace of Madame Zhao.

At this moment, Song Duanwu was keenly aware of his own awkwardness, whereas what he did not realize was that Li Jinghong, following right behind them, actually harbored a rather different sensation—one that conjured a very bizarre image in Li Jinghong's mind.

And he, to give her a reason to go on living, chose to make her live for hatred, with the target of that hatred being none other than himself.

The elderly headmaster adjusted his glasses and spoke. Although Si Huzi was moved to absolute tears by these few words, Song Duanwu secretly rolled his eyes. Naturally, he knew this was just the standard rhetoric typical of educators.

With a loud bang, Mo Yunchuan opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. The violent shock sent sharp, piercing pains through the web of his hand, while the two spiritual shields and wind blades shattered simultaneously.

An event that had transpired merely two days prior—one that Zhang Lingyu happened to miss due to seclusion—how could they possibly be unaware of it?

Besides, with such a trump card in hand, even if she encountered any danger, she would retain a modest margin of self-preservation, which could only be considered a good thing.

Di Mumu pondered suspiciously, casting her gaze all around. Failing to find any trace of Di Xiao, she felt something was amiss, wondering if this might be a trap laid specifically to wait for him, intended to assess the results of his daytime punishment?

Lu Chang was overjoyed beyond measure. He scampered back happily to distribute the rabbit meat among his subordinates, leaving the remainder entirely for Liu Yanjun.

In any case, the imperial examinations were held once a year; if missed this year, there was always the next, and if missed next year, there was the year after. He had not yet reached adulthood and capped, so time and opportunities were in abundance.

Liang Shuang seemed completely unaware that a roommate behind her was worrying about her. Hearing the phone suddenly ring, she waited for a long time before shifting her unfocused gaze to glance at it, her eyes then narrowing in focus.

Mo Yunchuan vaulted directly toward the west city. The man in the sky, just as he was about to turn around to resume the fight, suddenly emitted a muffled *puff*. Dazed, he lowered his head to look at his chest, only to see a blood-red palm protruding straight through his torso.

At this moment, his fury was likewise escalating relentlessly. Tong Xi's single strike completely erased the entire city of Shifang from the Golden Sea Realm, along with the thousands of clansmen residing within it.

Engel watched almost with his own eyes as those demonic, ironclad chariots charged relentlessly toward him. Though he desperately tried to evade them, things turned out contrary to his wishes.

Prince Yi was somewhat shocked. He glanced at Li Junze, hardly expecting that in a single day, Zhao Siyan could already have the estate managed in such immaculate order.