Chapter 130: Strip, All of You

"Clear! I'm going in!"

"Aoxi! Aoxi! We should wait for backup!"

Cecil shouted from behind. Seeing that Aoxi had already run off, and feeling obligated by their recent meal together, he gritted his teeth and followed.

Aoxi had no intention of waiting for backup; if they arrived, he might lose his chance to take the lead.

He dashed through the hotel entrance, first checking the two fallen Xiao Mo. As before, the system notifications confirmed they were dead, but the necessary protocol had to be followed.

This was Li Feng’s first time here, and he hadn't met a single person he knew. Chen Shu told him to pour himself a glass of water while he began reviewing the reports on the table—a habit he had already formed.

He barged straight into Ju Ruo’s bedchamber, only to find her quietly letting her maids undress her, clearly preparing to rest.

Hearing Liu Bei’s words, Guan Yu nodded, his phoenix eyes narrowed, pretending not to hear Zhang Fei’s provocation.

Meng Xingchen realized that his feet had fractured from the high-speed fall, with his soles pointing backward—a truly bizarre sight. Yet, thanks to his astonishing regenerative ability, they had already healed in that position, and he felt no pain at all.

He did not take Ye Chenzhou’s words to heart; after all, how capable could someone be if they were eliminated alongside Ye Chenzhou?

A dark glint flickered in Ning Dao’s eyes. As expected of a peak God-Severing expert, the intelligence they possessed far exceeded that of ordinary martial artists. "I never expected this strategist to be so swift and decisive. Even if I rush back now, I fear it will be too late," Ning Dao thought to herself.

"Wait, are you certain you can escape the palace?" Yu Zinuo called out, asking coldly, though her gaze remained inscrutable.

The area within a ten-zhang radius was cleared in an instant. The demonic followers finally grew fearful, ceasing their attacks and retreating step by step.

How could this be? Yu Zinuo felt her mind spinning. Looking at the serene and holy Yan Hong, she truly could not understand why she would say such things. Although they were kind words intended to mediate between her and the Emperor, why couldn't she feel any gratitude?

"Understood." Feng Dao answered curtly. He exchanged a glance with Lightning, and Yu Zinuo was promptly swept up by Lightning and placed into the carriage that had been waiting silently nearby.

Those characters were exactly the golden ones Fan Xiaodong had seen before—the exact same script. Fan Xiaodong was nearly stunned into silence.

"No! He must die!" Li Dekai’s eyes were bloodshot, but with his screen reduced to a black-and-white display, he could only offer encouragement to his two remaining teammates over the voice channel.

There was no physical contact between the two, yet they stood so close that Linghu Yixue could once again sense the thick, masculine scent radiating from Ye Feng.

Fortunately, Xinlei, his target, was still in the team, which prevented Shanghai Ma Chao from erupting into a thunderous rage.

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"It is truly a stroke of great fortune that Your Highness has survived this ordeal. As the saying goes, those who survive a great disaster are destined for future blessings." Lu Yingluo flattered her with a smile, showcasing her tactful and sophisticated personality.

"Hehehehe!" Hearing the silence outside the door once more, Wang Xiu couldn't help but giggle, patting himself on the back for his cleverness.

"Roar, roar, roar!" The men below were exhilarated; having been here for so long, they finally had the chance to face the enemy head-on.

Sharing the peach blossoms seemed like an ordinary invitation, yet only Liu Moyan knew how much hope and affection it held. Their encounter began with peach blossoms; at the very least, in Duan Jinrui’s life, it was an unforgettable, dreamlike trance.

"I’m going to settle the score." He shouted at the top of his lungs, using every ounce of strength he had.

Jiang Wei let out a fierce roar. Enduring the injuries within his body, he frantically channeled his spiritual energy. The Remnant Sword stuck in the ground seemed to sense it, letting out a buzzing chime as it pulled free and was firmly grasped in Jiang Wei’s hand.