Volume Three: The Xuanwu Gate Turmoil Chapter 131: Grafting Flowers onto Another Tree, the Scheme of Mingyu

Upon hearing Li Mingyu’s words, Houmochen Lei curled his lip, thinking to himself, "You arrogant, ignorant brat, you truly have no sense of boundaries. The sixteen guards of the Great Tang have campaigned far and wide, their military might is legendary, and the ranks are filled with formidable experts! You think you can just march up and challenge them? Who do you think you are? Hmph! I shall wait and see how you meet your end!"

However, thoughts aside, Houmochen Lei had no intention of offering Li Mingyu a friendly warning. He bowed to Mingyu in a perfunctory gesture of agreement and led the men of the Right Xiao Guard away with their tails between their legs.

Having dispatched the troublemakers, the honor of the Black Armor Army was finally preserved. Li Mingyu felt a sense of relief, then turned his gaze toward the surrounding soldiers...

The space behind Chen Qing suddenly rippled, and a young man emerged as if from thin air.

Perhaps it was because he had gone through such an experience himself and had even been suspended that he felt such a deep resonance.

Shevchenko set aside his usual laid-back demeanor, spending night after night with assistant coach Massimo Neri and tactical coach Andrea Maldera, poring over video footage to study tactics and formations.

A hitman, having just finished off his target, was stowing away his sniper rifle while speaking into his headset, a look of utter ease on his face.

There was truth to this sentiment; in an era of market bubbles where player valuations skyrocketed, Liverpool’s €4.7 million purchase of Karius was unlikely to yield a jackpot.

Li Qiansheng looked at Ning Feng and asked anxiously. He was desperate to know what he could do to ensure he left behind a trace of his bloodline.

Clearly, the coming time was a critical juncture where the Multiverse and the Chaos Mother Nest would enter a state of confrontation. The Multiverse could not afford any more uncertainties within its body, especially not from alien powers.

In the center-back line, the once-cornerstone of the revival, Leonardo Bonucci, was also thirty-five years old.

Perhaps a minute, perhaps two. Finally, the man dressed in red spoke first.

Lin Feng was planning his next film; it had been a while since he had last directed, and he found himself missing the feeling of being on set.

Subsequently, under Li Xiuyuan’s instructions, those celebrities were brought into his office. The ones he selected were particularly charismatic, or perhaps ones he had overlooked while merely browsing photos—as pictures rarely provided a complete picture compared to seeing them in person.

The combined power of five elements, when unleashed in a single attack, was definitely something no ordinary person could anticipate.

Looking at the men beside those young women, they were indeed a motley crew of old and young, handsome and ugly. I thought to myself, could this really be the circle of low-lifes that Liu Jialin keeps?

"It is too unsettling to share a room with them. Even when it is our turn to sleep, we cannot rest easy—every time we doze off, it’s nothing but nightmares," Wen Yan whispered.

Zichen and Ziyue exchanged a glance, knowing their master had something private to discuss with Jiushang. They lingered no longer, leaping onto the cliff and disappearing into the layers of clouds within a few bounds.

Knowing there was no hope of leaving, everyone grew quiet, turning their attention back to the arena while chatting idly to pass the time.

With a mind that was nearly blank, he recalled the peace and warmth of the Hidden Waterfall Village in days past. His hesitant heart finally flickered with a touch of resolve, and in response to Tian’s inquiring gaze, he nodded heavily.

A purple-red bloodstain immediately appeared on his fair, delicate cheek; the skin had split open, and bright red blood began to seep out.

"These business owners are really pushing it. I don't know how they manage to hold on, and I wonder how many curtains they can even sell. With the time they’re wasting here, they could be doing anything else and earning more than just waiting around," Sun Zhe shook his head in bewilderment.

Wang Baobao turned back with an embarrassed smile. Suddenly, he raised his hand and rushed toward the heart-shaped rockery, striking it with a violent palm.

Because he still had Universe Music in his hands, that platform was teeming with obscure independent musicians and internet singers.