Chapter 88: Surrender

Jiang Butong dragged the bloodied Shang Kun out of the car and shouted, “Your boss has already been taken down by me! If you don’t want to die, surrender now!”

The subordinates of the Thirteen Eagles froze in shock, staring at Shang Kun in Jiang Butong’s grasp. Didn’t Brother Kun have a weapon on him? How did he get defeated so quickly? Now that their boss had fallen, what could these underlings possibly do...

Huang Tianhua was appointed as the True God of the Three Mountains, in charge of all mountains, and besides, the other four emperors of the great peaks were all originally from King Zhou’s camp. Borrowing the mountains for use was no difficult matter.

Whenever drifters looked for trouble, they would always find some pretext. They’d make a scene, roll around and play the scoundrel, inching forward. When your patience was exhausted, they’d seize the moment to erupt. By then, it would be too late for regrets.

On the other hand, as one of the four most fearsome formations of the primordial era, the Grand Heavenly Star Array was not something easily broken, even if they brought in a supreme artifact like the Taiji Diagram.

As soon as she entered, another hazy silhouette appeared in the rain. With a flash, she transformed into a streak of orange light and slipped into the house.

After hearing the elder describe how the “Heavenly Feathered Ones” were cultivated, Red String felt a chill run down her spine: fifty children, only four or five years old, trained to become remorseless killers—“Heavenly Feathered Ones.” It was unimaginable, and the Demon Heaven Sect was truly ruthless.

“Oh! Please, stop! Can’t you see, can’t you see I’ve had enough?” Jiu’er spun her head, dazed and dizzy.

Qi Lu was amused by Xing Lian’s words, showing not the slightest anger at being played. He simply shifted over and sat beside her, shoulder to shoulder.

Seeing this, Dumpling anxiously circled in place, then suddenly darted up the stairs like a gust of wind.

A broad chest, taut muscles, a lean waist, long legs, and that cold, handsome face—Su Xi couldn’t take her eyes off him.

As soon as Li Shimin entered the Hall of Political Affairs, he began shouting loudly. He hadn’t even reached the hall, but his voice echoed inside already, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.

A third-tier creature was already capable of brief periods of suspension in the air; the limitations of land were now almost negligible for them.

Wang De’s words left Li Shimin silent. In the past, anyone who threatened the safety of the Tang Dynasty would have been put to death without mercy.

At this moment, Zhou Kekong was also filled with anger and deeply regretted hiring such a soft and useless person—so much for being the head of the Feng Shui line, what a joke.

By the time Tang Feng finished washing up and arrived in the dining room, everyone else was already seated. The young lord of the Pang family, Pang Shaolong, sat at one table with his fifteen brothers from the Martial Hall, while Li from the guesthouse, along with Lieutenant Dong Yunlei, Gangzi, Candong, Zhuang Xiao, Sun Zhihui, and the others—twelve in total—sat at a neighboring table.

Villes extended his hand forward. Five long bolts of electricity crackled from his fingers, still connected to his hand, writhing like five spirit snakes lunging at Ma Qingqiu.

Liang Chen suddenly smiled again. “Winning eighty million for nothing—this is a windfall from the heavens, something to be happy about. Besides, this eighty million has an even greater purpose!” As he said this, Liang Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and flashed a mysterious smile.

These metal giants moved clumsily and were easily knocked to the ground by several fierce beasts. But that wasn’t their intended purpose; instead, their limbs softened and coiled tightly around the bodies of the beasts.

Unable to break through the rear guard of the Evolver Corps, the distant biochemical monsters on both flanks simply bypassed Alyosha and the others. Some chased after the main force of the Seventh Legion, while others swung around from the sides, instantly encircling the Evolver Corps layer by layer.

“No, no, absolutely not!” Qiya Ling, suppressing her laughter, pinched Xiao Shun hard at the waist as she put on a fawning smile.

Xia Qingxiao nearly spat out her tea, beginning to doubt whether the person before her was really Su Qi. These words sounded so strange! The two of them had already been betrothed and were about to be married, yet the groom was still flirting outside while the bride claimed to detest and fear him.