Chapter 82: The Two Who Wished the Ground Would Swallow Them

Shouldn't you be apologizing to Ye Zheng and begging for forgiveness? You swindled Ye Zheng out of a full twenty million! Are you sure you're pleading with the right person?

Yet Liu Fugui, tears streaming down his face, continued to beg, which finally ignited Ye Zheng's fury. He strode forward and landed a punch squarely on Liu Fugui's face. Liu Fugui, caught off guard in the midst of his desperate pleas, took the blow without warning.

"You dare hit me? You useless wretch, how dare you challenge Miss Li? Hah, you really don't know your own limits."

Just as things seemed to escalate—

"It's just that I called a little too often, right?" Miwako mumbled, scratching her cheek and avoiding her mother's gaze.

Wu Kong fell in battle, leaving the two young men of the Wu family momentarily stunned. But it was in that fleeting instant that Lin Xi's sword flashed, severing both their heads.

Bai Yuanfang stood with his hands behind his back and said, "Revived after five hundred years? Who would ever believe such nonsense?" With these words, he had, in effect, offended everyone present.

More importantly, the Divine Healer had helped him before. Years ago, when his son was on a mission, out of concern for his safety and personal bias, he had assigned Xu Fang to accompany him. During the course of the mission, his son nearly lost his life, and it was the Divine Healer who, braving the artillery fire, intervened and saved him. His son survived solely because of this act.

Looking further down the page, she saw the line: "If the perpetrator is not brought to justice and punished by law, I am unworthy to be the president of Xiulan Group!" At that, her tears flowed even more freely.

Longxi's arrival brought a glimmer of comfort to that weary face, as if to say: after all these endless years, someone has finally come—perhaps solitude will now fade away.

"Others would kill to be hunted down by four level-100 White Envoys and never have the chance," Siqi remarked, her tone tinged with envy.

Sonoko lamented, "But my mother won't let me get that kind of tan, and my hair isn't long enough. Actually, I bought a set of 109-girl outfits too, but it's just too cold today." As she said this, it became clear that Sonoko was also wearing platform boots.

Yet as she lowered her head, after a long moment of contemplation, her eyes suddenly lit up.

Wang Dadong was genuinely surprised; he hadn't expected Boss Lei to last five minutes under East White Tiger's onslaught.

"Heh, you're welcome," Xie Yunfei replied with a goofy grin, turning bashful like a simple-minded landlord's son.

Within the ranks of the Three Wolf Army, a strange command had the soldiers clear a path. The Battle King, his energy sealed and forced to kneel, had countless words trapped in his heart and wanted desperately to halt the foolishness of the troops. Yet, unable to speak, he could only watch helplessly as the three were led away. The soldiers' gazes, filled with both hatred and contempt, now shifted back to him.

Zhuang Wangu, having reached the pinnacle of martial arts, was now to face Bo Le, who had reached the very same peak. In this contest of sages, they would finally see whose skills were truly superior.

At this moment, Gao Feng felt genuine admiration for Zhao Zhengce. When the Stock Exchange was founded, Gao Feng hadn't opposed it, but he couldn't see much promise in its future. Only because of Zhao Zhengce's relentless enthusiasm did Gao Feng feel compelled to offer his support, so as not to undermine the authority of the leader.

A Banquet of Monsters! Unlike human gatherings, this monstrous feast was devoid of formalities. Zhuang Wangu changed into fresh clothes and was accompanied by Red Child and Qi Lingyun. Ao Qingqing was still completely absorbed in her work, oblivious to everything else.

Feng Wanli and the many mage experts watched from outside the barrier, hearts filled with dread: This is a disaster! Judging by the force of it, this overwhelming spell could destroy all the barriers! If the defenses were breached, it would mean the lives of tens of thousands of spectators were at stake. The situation was dire!

Within the Daoist sect, there were no such supernatural powers as ‘Heaven and Earth Transformation.’ True Lord Chong En’s palms could grow in size only because he channeled all his vital energy into them. Now, with his palms bitten through by the Nine-Headed Worm, his vital essence began to leak—a calamity for any Daoist immortal.