Chapter 52: Walking in on an Illicit Affair

Faced with the sudden turn of events, the guests looked around in all directions, at a loss as to what to do.

"An urgent matter has arisen in the estate. Her Royal Highness the Grand Princess has stepped away to attend to it briefly and will return immediately. We kindly ask our guests to bear with us."

A senior maid from the princess's manor stepped forward in an attempt to take control of the situation.

Despite these words, the people seated continued to converse in low whispers.

"What urgent matter could it be? I'm afraid Lord Zhang is off philandering in the inner courtyards once again!"

A mischievous voice among the crowd laughed out.

Seeing the ferocious prowess of Ye Long, the demons of the alien alliance frantically attempted to flee back into the inter-realm, only to be completely annihilated by Ye Long and the disciples of the Tongtian Sect.

Beneath this radiance, Tripitaka's body became nearly transparent, reduced to a pale golden outline that traced the mere shadow of his form.

Tang Su knew that no matter what she said, the old matriarch would no longer allow her to lay a hand on Lu Mingxue.

Yan Zhi instantly blushed, fired back a call of shamelessness, exited WeChat without hesitation, and placed a phone call.

Gods and Buddhas require pure intentions, yet your soul is still entangled with the karma of other deities. What is the meaning of your coming here to see me?

Huaxia would send at least several thousand elite martial artists, yet they possessed a single saint-tier powerhouse, whereas Huaxia had not produced a saint-tier powerhouse in nearly two hundred years.

"Young master, we have already left the estate." The butler smiled as he looked back, only to find that the person in the backseat had already fallen asleep. A look of doting affection appeared on the elderly face, and the butler turned back to continue driving.

To this day, Ye Long had never personally witnessed anyone possessing a tenth-tier mastery of skill.

A ghostly blue flame ignited out of thin air, searing the brick carvings of the Dragon Palace. Shockingly, the flames were clearly not of mortal origin, their intense heat palpable from dozens of meters away.

After all, that Yellow Sand Monster was a Golden Immortal-level demon, and the realm of cultivation would never allow such a mighty fiend to survive within its borders.

Back then, she stole my fiancé—the entire village knew about it. Besides, she was a city girl at the time, dressed so finely that everyone envied her. Yet who could have imagined that she would fall into such destitution just a few years later?

I still have a few yellow paper talismans in my bag capable of containing wandering spirits, which I can use to take her out and have Lan Jingrun grant her salvation.

At that very instant, because those seven warriors were poisoned, not only did their life force drain away, but their overall defense was also drastically slashed by twenty percent.

Zhao Chen nodded, sharing a view entirely consistent with that of Yang Yan. If the realm were unified and the country at peace, discussing morality and debating heavenly principles might pose no problem. But the situation currently facing the Great Song dynasty was that it retained only this half of the realm; while not exactly facing imminent peril, it was unquestionably like sailing a boat against the current—if one did not advance, one was bound to fall back.

"Aside from this, are there any other guild factions we can rely on?" Ziyan suddenly posed the question.

Consequently, the defensive capabilities of the Earth-Net Fiend Twins plummeted by ten percent, and their vitality began to drain away at a rate of over fifty points per second.

She had a dream in which she wept uncontrollably until Liang Yangyang proposed to her. It was the first time in all those years she had seen Liang Yangyang smile so radiantly, but the good times did not last—she woke up.

My throat was parched; the things before my eyes and the sounds echoing in my ears were all reduced to fragmented shards, utterly incapable of being pieced back together.

"What good is having a son? To give birth to another one like myself would be worse than having none at all. I feel redundant enough as it is." With that, the second eldest brother lowered his head and slurped his meal noisily.

At that moment, Zhang Li and Chen Yingyang, who had previously been entirely in a fog, finally understood everything.

Listen to the reasoning of the portrait photographer: The higher-ups decree that smiling is forbidden during marriage; one marries for the revolution, unites for the struggle, bears in mind that two-thirds of the world's population still suffers, and takes one's wedding photographs with the sole purpose of liberating them.

With hands moving in rapid seals, he immediately summoned a physical wall several feet thick to materialize before him, successfully neutralizing the Pegasus Meteor Fist.