100: Chapter 100: First, I'll recruit ten thousand peak-level second-grade underlings!

Luo Han didn't mind at all. He took a black hair ribbon from his brocade bag and casually tied his hair behind him. The dark-colored ribbon, elegant and soft, was embroidered with idle clouds and wild cranes.

Chu Yu nodded. Immediately, the man before him was filled with rage, and a powerful pressure radiated from his body. All the guards and officials in the hall knelt down one after another; they naturally felt that their Emperor was truly furious.

At this moment, Old Zhang knew he might have to choose between the future fate of Feng City and Zhang Wei's life; he had to pick one between the identities of a master and a guardian. What a cruel choice this was.

This would inevitably affect his strength to some extent, and he might never reach his current height for the rest of his life.

However, when the Wild Boar King turned around, he was surprised to find that the few large wild boars that had been guarding the Cloud Leopard cubs had already fallen dead, and the Cloud Leopard cubs had vanished.

With a loud explosion, the atmosphere suddenly turned silent; the scene of the puppet being struck by lightning and instantly exploding was shocking.

Cang Hai first thought about handing this key to Lu Shu, but thinking back to how he had been dragged back and forth for interrogation earlier, he was a bit afraid of their tendency to cause trouble. He figured if he handed it over and this bunch of people messed with him again, wouldn't that be even more troublesome?

The Central Hospital, serving as the auxiliary hospital for Central City, had a long line of students outside; these were the middle school exam candidates there for their physical tests.

In an instant, golden flames flashed, and a sword light as thin as a cicada's wing drifted out, striking the Wolf King's shoulder with lightning speed.

After everyone sat down, the atmosphere suddenly became serious, and one could hear almost everyone's breathing.

He sat in the center of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Within a hundred miles, there was not a single living person. He had only killed a very small portion of them; the rest had been caught in the crossfire—a result of his opponents squandering their power recklessly, which he had been unable to prevent.

"What, am I in your way?" Qin Shi paused slightly, his footsteps coming to a halt as he looked at the old man beside him.

Although there was still about a month left, the team members needed to go over early to get familiar with the environment and climate there.

Three years ago, Lin Hefan only had the strength of the fifth level of the Earth Fiend Realm, but now he had reached the ninth level. Except for the deceased Ling Zhentian and the ancestor in seclusion, the Spirit Beast Sect likely had no one who was his match.

When he looked back, Liu Yan felt that the figure looked a bit familiar, but he couldn't recall where he had seen it.

For the sake of a Sikong Sang, she was actually willing to give up her status as a princess. I really don't know if this Qiao Ji is truly stupid, or if she has just been spoiled rotten by that Demon King.

Shuang Sheng's hand paused, feeling somewhat confused. Why was there a sudden mention of her returning to the capital? If she returned to the capital, what would happen to her father? She looked at Jin Se, feeling somewhat helpless.

Lin Yue blurted out, but before she finished speaking, she quickly covered her mouth. Her terrified eyes subconsciously scanned the surroundings, only then realizing that she was currently in a private room at the fat shop.

Lü Tao felt very helpless. What the hell was this? Now he finally realized that this Tang Jinxiu was setting him up, and it was a very deep trap at that.

No one moved. Some were too surprised, others completely didn't know how to react, but the end result was the same: no one moved.

With a loud shout, the sword formation of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect was opened by the gatekeeping disciples, and Luo Xu took Mu Fan and slipped inside in a flash.

"Fei'er, what is this?" Long Hua had just entered the door when he saw this scene before him. His heart skipped a beat, and he looked at his son, Long Linfei, and asked.

This anger was not just directed at Guliang Yuan and the Yao sisters, but was even more so directed at Jiang Ming.

"A Fire-attribute Spirit Seed! Heavens! To think there is such a precious treasure here!!" Xuan Zhu's exclamation rang out in Zhou Qing's mind.

Mentioning Lü Mei, Sheng Yuan felt a sense of fear. Lü Mei was indeed hateful, but hadn't she also made mistakes?

Seeing this scene, Ning Fan smiled slightly. He turned back to look at Long Ling'er and the others behind him, a flicker of gentleness flashing in his eyes.

Sheng Yuan was a person who acted as soon as she decided. She immediately peeked at Xie Yunsheng sitting at the head of the table, then quietly turned around, bent over, and slipped out.

Song Lingyi finally understood: her master didn't like to beat around the bush; he preferred to get straight to the point. Right in front of someone's son, he not only called the man's father an 'old scoundrel,' but also said the man's father treated him as a romantic rival.

This batch of properties was the remaining salable property of Amoy Canning. After the sale was completed, it would be equivalent to only having two properties left: the Amoy factory in Tsuen Wan and the Green Treasure factory in Jordan Valley. Naturally, these two properties could not be sold, as they were places for production and office work.

Perhaps because life was particularly good, the original owner had no sense of crisis and didn't put much effort into raising her sons, thinking that even if her husband passed away, her sons could still inherit the Marquis title, and her grandsons could inherit the Earl title, allowing the family to remain wealthy for at least several more generations.

According to the intelligence within the Temple, the red figure in the battle just now should be Lin Ye himself.