Chapter 89: Open the Door!

“Is your father out of his mind? It's only Song Shaocheng, is there any reason to be afraid?”
“If Song Tiancheng is finished, then Song Shaocheng is nothing, either!”
“Damn, he won’t even stand up for his own son, siding with outsiders. Later, I’ll have to teach him a lesson with the feather duster.”
Huang Kai wiped away his tears, stammering.
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Ye Fei had certainly considered this as well. Just as these people said, they were the cancer of the company.
That pleasant voice, as it called out, seemed to reach deep into her heart, making her melt like a pool of water.
Sure enough, as the bullet left the barrel, the car closest to the cliff on the left had one of its tires suddenly detach with a loud bang.
One thousand three hundred miles from Hiroshima New City, an island floated in the sky above. It was exquisitely decorated, with tall buildings everywhere.
Some of these people held important positions, others served in the imperial guards. Their ranks and status all aided the plan. Among them, those like Gao Yuanhai, greedy for chaos and self-proclaimed cunning, couldn’t help but enthusiastically contribute ideas upon learning that the two princes were plotting such a grand undertaking.
Ye Fei dared not confront it head-on. With a spinning leap, he dodged the sweeping kick, landed on one foot, and grabbed Chen Xiang’s leg with both hands, pushing him away and sending him flying.
On the satellite’s night vision footage, the houses of Homeland Town were ablaze, and bodies lay along the streets leading into the town.
Guan Jinghao’s spiritual sense was indeed stronger than he had imagined; in terms of sheer spiritual strength, Guan Jinghao was the most formidable he had ever encountered.
Meanwhile, their negotiations with personnel inside Tongzhou City were progressing remarkably well. The people they chose to approach were those with close ties, and after learning of the failed eastern expedition and the dire state of the Grand Chancellor, most of those who received the news were willing to support Dugu Xin and Zhao Gui’s plan.
Clearly, it was a reminder: was the punishment just now not enough for you to remember? Do you need me to repeat it here so the impression becomes even deeper?
He took a wooden dagger from his waist and handed it to Du Lei; after all, having eaten Du Lei’s sweet potatoes before, he felt somewhat indebted.
The vast and bustling Sky City was instantly transformed into a living hell, with countless instruments destroyed and the electricity snuffed out in an instant.
The Crocodile Python had not expected Fei Xia to appear on its back; unable to defend in time, it was struck down by the thunderball.
Yet if that were so, Sang La would never truly strengthen the essence of the five elements. So, in designing the concept for the New Continent, he decided to be forthright, relinquishing the power over the five elements to share it with everyone and truly build a new world together. Of course, he would still possess it—self-sacrifice was out of the question.
Having vomited enough, Xing Yun forced himself to ignore the urge, returned to the room, tidied the bed, and after a day’s effort, finally managed to rid the house of its lingering stench.
The man dragged Xie Zhijiang to the staircase. The door that Lin Kuo had struggled to move earlier was now opened effortlessly with a casual pull.
In Zhang Wei’s words, working for others had been done enough in her college days—she was tired, weary, and fed up with it.
Fei Xia was considered a pillar among her peers in cultivation, able to retreat unscathed even if she couldn’t win. Especially after acquiring a lightning-element artifact, Fei Xia’s strength soared, and even facing Qiu Huo, she could defeat him.
His entire face began to twitch, features contorted, body shaking violently as if struck by a fever.
More than four million puppets appeared, immediately dominating the battlefield. Attacking anyone in sight, they rushed forward without a thought for their own lives—only charging, only killing.