The more they talked, the more outrageous it became. Clearly, they had nothing to do with the Chen Family; they were simply jealous that, while they themselves had suffered so much, the Chen Family had it so easy and could even ride in carriages. It was obviously because of him that they had been dragged into this mess, so naturally they would not pass up a chance for revenge.
If Su Zhan had been some swindling wandering spirit master, he would not have been too afraid. After all, he himself had spent years scraping by in the streets.
Being able to break through to eighty thousand years was already his limit. If he wanted to make any further breakthrough on that foundation, it would naturally be exceedingly difficult.
Cao Yan smiled faintly as soul power slowly gathered in his palm. Then, a sharp blade of soul power gradually took shape. Once it came down, even Xiong Jun would likely die on the spot.
A gentle ball of energy gathered at the tip of the wand and formed in an instant. With a whoosh, it shot out and immediately enveloped the several fire rockets Gong Dawn had fired.
There was no time to draw his bow. Huo Weilou abruptly drew his sword and slashed viciously at the tiger's eyes and nose.
After Zhao Wuji finished speaking, he turned and left. He sat down in his chair again, a relaxed expression on his face as he leisurely watched Cao Yan and the others without any hurry.
Han Che lowered his head to look at the tablet in his hands. The page displayed on it was the gambling-related content Jiang Cen had searched using Ye Xi's phone.
He remembered it clearly. Three years ago, someone had offered a ten-billion-dollar reward and laid layers