Chapter 46: Sasaki Kurosaki

“Big Bro, what should we do?” Su Tang was clearly a little flustered.

Chen Yang spoke softly to reassure her, “With me here, you’ll be fine.”

His voice was low, yet the arrogant man caught every word.

“Damn it, looks like you won’t cry until you see the coffin!”

…

By the light of the oil lamp, the emperor could clearly see the tears welling up in both his sons’ eyes. Men do not weep easily, and his sons were surely among the toughest men in the world. Yet at this moment, the tears in the eyes of his third and fourth sons were unmistakable.

Jing Xiayang had dressed with great care; her colorful gown and elegant skirts made her graceful and radiant as she waited, hoping that the young monarch, after their long separation, would at least cast her a glance of surprise—if not be utterly captivated.

At her call, the rainbow-plumed bird circled above her head, spreading its tail into a dazzling fan, as if a cloud of colors had descended from the sky.

Zhang Jiaze was passing through the living room, glancing toward the maid’s quarters, when he suddenly heard faint voices from the balcony. Listening carefully, he realized it was Aunt Wang, the maid.

The bombardment from these nuclear warheads, as long as they weren’t direct hits, amounted to little more than a more powerful barrage of explosives for the spaceship.

After the doctor thoroughly reviewed Zhang Jiaze’s medical history, he realized this was the result of incomplete treatment.

However, the rockfall had blocked the mountain path. All he could do was gaze at the king of trees swaying atop the peak, so near yet forever out of reach.

Xiao Yan couldn’t help but smile wryly. Of course, this world belonged to the Chaos Emperor Yan, whose fire was its very source. Within this realm, the Chaos Emperor Yan was the true master—how could the Fire Source of the Three Thousand Thunder Emperor Yan possibly escape?

“Let’s go to the hospital and have a look,” Cheng Mo said again. The others nodded and prepared to set out.

Zhang Qianpeng collapsed to his knees, his spine shattering. The searing pain flooded through him like an endless tide, engulfing his entire being. It was as if thousands of ants were gnawing at his soul.

“President Li, I heard your group has not only you as a billionaire, but many others as well?” Du Jue asked.

Just then, they reached the door to the side room. Jin Niang pushed Madam Wang inside with a bit more force, Biyu followed, and with a quick motion, closed the door behind them.

“To die? How beautifully you dream. Do you think it’s possible?” A strange violet light flickered in Shangguan Lingyou’s eyes. With a twist of her wrist, her figure blurred. A piercing scream rang out over Haode Manor, sending a chill through the hearts of the Blue and Lin families alike.

At that moment, Xuan Mo’s eyes were fixed on Wang Fatty and his companions, paying no heed as, upon their arrival, they tossed out a stone.

Seeing this, Piaomiao frowned slightly, unsure of what Shen Yun’er intended—was she hungry?

Jin Niang was puzzled as well. When she saw the emperor rise, she hurried after him. She felt no worry or pain for her own son, only curiosity to see the commotion.

“Lacking ambition, content to fall, even immortals cannot escape—what a terrifying calamity of eternal perdition.” At the edge of danger, Yun Guo reined himself in, using his powerful mind to banish all negativity. He strode out from the dust and clamor of the world, his spirit perfectly tempered—steadier and more mature than ever.

With trembling hands, Xue Juan’er handed the nearby wine bottle to Lan Aoyi. She picked up another, uncorked it, and though Lan Aoyi thought her shaking came from drunkenness, in truth, she was trembling with excitement.

Alice took it for granted—she was determined to claim everything here as her own. For Liu Yunfei, staying on only benefited her; he himself gained nothing.

Yet she still hesitated deep down. The better their conditions, the more Tang Zixuan dared not accept.