Chapter 23: Lord Pei, Shall We Work Together?

His words were abrupt and rather unpleasant. Xie Yun endured it for as long as she could, then gritted her teeth and replied, "Then that simply means we were not meant to meet."

Pei Shijin was taken aback, then began to laugh in a low tone, his chest vibrating with the sound. His expression softened as he laughed, much like clouds parting to reveal the moon; it was a sight of rare beauty, yet Xie Yun had no heart to appreciate it and turned away in resentment instead.

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"Liancheng, it seems the lesson I gave you last time was far from enough!" Liu Yansong's expression slowly darkened. He had tried to reason with them in good faith, but who would have thought these people would pay no heed at all?

"By the way, the evaluation reports for the Abyss Troops have arrived. This time, our overall ratings have all gone up," Bellota said, handing a stack of parchment to Mussolini.

The Bureau of Education was not having an easy time either. The funds for school repairs and the like were primarily covered by the Bureau, which was currently short on capital. Cement was also a construction material the Bureau could not do without.

The guards surrounding the Grand Duke of Warsaw eyed the Danzig municipal officials with ill intent, their hands resting on their holsters. Should these men make the slightest "illegal move," they could be executed on the spot under the pretext of attempting to assassinate the French Marshal.

This trait is easy to grasp but also highly dangerous. If Elric remains the strongest, then Jinx will never betray him, but what if a powerhouse stronger than Elric were to appear?

As they spoke, Qin Tang heard a scream from Mu Qiu, followed immediately by the crisp sound of glass shattering over the phone, along with the dull thud of chairs or similar objects hitting the floor.

"Fire cold light beams!" Although these warships were incredibly powerful, Aoki had long since mastered such situations and ordered the first fleet of one hundred thousand Underworld God warships to charge to the front.

The Polish captain of the guard knew the monarch and Viscount Kava had important matters to discuss, so he withdrew from the room and stood watch outside to prevent anyone from intruding.

The last glimmer of hope was finally extinguished, as all the deserters discovered that the once-majestic "Victor" had run aground on a reef. Its massive hull tilted at a thirty-degree angle, teetering precariously like a dying man gasping his last breath.

"Follow me. Old Master Deng is in the exclusive members' lounge inside; only a very small number of people are qualified to enter." Lau Luen-hung pulled at Feng Yifeng, who was still looking around, urging him to keep close. Feng Yifeng lacked membership credentials, and if they were separated, the staff here would surely escort him off the premises.

The moment they turned him over, everyone was stunned when they saw the outline of his face.

Prison Crow smiled bitterly. Why hadn't he killed Master Xiu with his own hands back then? A single moment of hesitation had led to today's grave error. To allow such a rebellious traitor to exist in this world was to ensure the entire nation would be plunged into chaos.

Liu Hai had no idea that even for a body-refining martial artist with peerless immortal talent, it would take at least ten years without external aid to advance even one level while in the Pseudo-Saint Body realm.

However, as he swung his heavy club, his own body rapidly carbonized and evaporated within the flames, until finally, even his skeleton and internal organs were exposed.

Concubine Leng also shrieked in terror, pointing at the monk on the ground, her face too frozen with fright to speak.

It was not until the training troops had left that Wang Lang re-engaged the safety on the grenade and issued an order to Dog-Eye.

About fifty minutes later, Feng Shisanlang had actually absorbed and assimilated all the free-floating energy spirals within the entire space.

"Heh~" Black Zetsu glanced at the disappearing Nine-Tails, a faint, barely perceptible smile curling his lips. Wrapped in his pitch-black form, no one could discern the expression appearing on him at that moment.