Chapter 133: The Rules of the Third Prince's Residence

The main hall of the Wen residence was unmistakably newly renovated, exuding an impressive grandeur. Not only were the windows spotless and bright, but even the walls had been replaced with intricately carved panels. Every piece of furniture in the hall was brand new, looking exceedingly valuable.

It seemed that Wen Yiru knew how to indulge himself. Though he hadn’t moved into a new mansion, the interior decorations, furniture, and ornaments had all been elevated by several degrees of refinement.

From the outside, the estate appeared modest in size, yet inside it was the epitome of luxury, furnished with items both discreet and precious.

The common folk and officials, unaware of the true circumstances...

Tian Fazi’s face was filled with terror. He dared not imagine the fate that awaited him should he fall into the hands of such a calculating man—a fate far more unbearable than death itself.

At the same moment, the two attacks dissipated entirely, leaving both sides unsteady in their breathing.

Although Dongfang Bai was cautious, he was not overly worried, for his backing was the He family, who were no less formidable than the Dongfang clan.

After all, a newly established tech company offering such a vast sum as the prize for their first game aroused much skepticism. Many believed that Weisheng Technology’s claim of putting up tens of millions as a reward was merely a promotional tactic, certain to be reneged upon when the competition arrived.

Of course, this matter was also related to the Star Lamp. Particularly after the police interrogated several disciples of the Seven Fiends, they finally extracted some shocking intelligence from them. Among this information were clues directly pointing to the Star Lamp itself.

His Golden-winged Roc’s divine fate was rapidly shifting with an intensity that was truly astonishing.

“I just wanted to get some fresh air. Running into these unlucky fellows was entirely their fault for being careless,” Ye Fei said, unwilling to explain further.

As his vitality waned, Blood Dragon gazed at the blood continuously flowing from his body, disbelief evident in his voice.

Suddenly, the three strands of calamity thunder simultaneously halted! In the next instant, cracks rapidly spread as the three thick bolts of calamity thunder surged forth. Boom! The roar echoed, and everyone present fixed their eyes unwaveringly on the void.

As Shang Zhen spoke, the faces around him grew grave. They all understood what this signified.

Xiao Jiangyuan slightly turned his head to glance at the young gentlemen dressed in embroidered silks, their entire appearance richly adorned. An onlooker would mistake them for noble scions of royal lineage, but in truth, they were all sons of merchants. Whether it was the matter of Princess Anle or the buying of official titles, Xiao Jiangyuan had known of these things long ago.

Those who survived were not weaklings. With his strength alone, he was insufficient to contend with all these forces.

Xiao Jiangyuan’s delicate brows lifted slightly—could it be that her husband was nervous? To ask such a question! How many men of the Tang dynasty could not hunt? Besides, Yao Chong had once held the highest offices.

Where did the energy come from? Without an engine, without jet propulsion, without any source of power, how could Mason possibly fly? This was basic scientific principle. Thus, no one believed Us. If Mason had not become Us’s loyal follower because of Wang Lili, he himself would not have believed it.

He had been watching the immortal royal army attack the Yan City barrier, his heart pounding with fear.

Xu Kun’s face flushed red like a monkey’s behind. He quickly turned his head and silently followed Bai Yi’s footsteps.

Su Ziyan’s chilling tone caused several special forces operatives to tremble uncontrollably. They had no doubt that Su Ziyan would certainly follow through on her words.

As for that scoundrel’s talk, her admiration for him was now reduced to a mere sliver—just a sliver, nothing more.

“Before you kill him, I’ll cut off your head. Don’t believe me? You can try,” Lei Ting said as he touched Wang Jian.

Finally, Ye Chen came to his senses, grabbing her hand firmly. Their eyes met—her gaze as clear and bright as water, quietly steady.

Though all these were nothing more than our wild guesses. After all, besides Master Lanyue, the phone might very well belong to someone else. Yet, at present, the most likely owner we can think of is Master Lanyue.