Chapter 87: The Last Supper

Among the pile of soul jade plates belonging to the Sea Demon Tribe, a shell-shaped plate appeared with several cracks—signifying that even if the cultivator had not perished, they had suffered irreversible injury. Listening to the shouts and rallying cries coming from within, Wu Dasong’s face grew pale; his trembling hand drew a cigarette from the box, placed it between his lips, and struck his lighter again and again, but it stubbornly refused to ignite.

Feng Yewu gazed in the direction Black Cliff had departed, a flicker of confusion in her beautiful eyes. She stood stunned for two seconds, then pressed her crimson lips tightly together.

As the Ye Corporation expanded and prospered, Yuan Qinmei’s role became less crucial than before. Yet, even after acquiring numerous enterprises, Ye Corporation retained 8% of shares in Yuan Qinmei’s name—a gesture more than generous.

Lucy Yao was a workaholic; her office included a suite for resting, and when working late, she would often sleep there.

Despite the Elder’s words laying the groundwork, Zhuang Yichen had no intention of being constrained by others on Earth.

Xiao Yang and his companion exchanged glances, each seeing a hint of confusion in the other’s eyes, as if neither understood what had just transpired.

“Did we hit it?” the captain asked, puzzled, glancing at those around him.

Yu Qin neither sat nor looked at Qin Tong; instead, she fixed her gaze on Qin Chao and said, “This is my home. I can sit wherever I please—no need for your fake hospitality. You sit. After all, I am the host, you are the guest. I mustn’t neglect you.” With that, Yu Qin reached out and pushed a wicker chair in front of Qin Tong.

On the surface were carved a few words; Bai Zhan Yu, Lucifer, and Samael frowned as they read.

Between people, exchanging gifts is inevitable; refusing them too adamantly makes for awkward relations.

Ning Xiu felt his mind tremble, the Golden Cicada Technique reaching unprecedented heights—as though, with a single thought, he could command every insect in the Heavenly Frontier.

At that moment, Tang Yidan, Liu Yong, Long Yu, and Luo Zhuoxi rushed up, faces full of helplessness.

Though surprised by the opponent’s “return from the dead,” he still barred their way, scolding sternly.

From his fearless smile before death, Hades saw the warrior’s resolve to uphold his code above life and death.

So many eyes on the scene; the diners could not help but show astonished expressions, whispering among themselves.

All of Ultraman Tiga’s attacks, whether close combat or ranged light beams, seemed to be watched and understood by the mechanical giant. The strange gadgets on the giant’s body always countered Ultraman’s every move with uncanny precision.

Guo Jing was unconcerned; though he lacked the Foundation Pill, he had cultivated since the age of three, and after more than ten years, possessed strength of eight thousand pounds.

Because the roast lamb was so delicious, Pei Yan, despite hesitating over the raw sliced meat, quickly dipped a piece in soy sauce from the dish before him and ate it.

Jiang Shan was a bit surprised, then shook his head and walked forward. He hadn’t expected such a princess in the imperial city—he’d have to gather some information.

“He’s called Jiang Li—a naval officer!” Chris couldn’t be bothered with the second young master and spat out two sentences before picking a seat and waiting impassively for the others’ reactions.

Now, Jiang Chengce still liked Jin Suye a little; she really was quite adorable.

After the servants took the Malaysian specialties from Jiang Chengce’s hands, he scooped up Yuner and planted a warm kiss on her cheek.

Bathed in the last rays of the setting sun, Sun Yan stared at her unblinkingly. His gaze was sharp, leaving Chen Rong feeling exposed, as if her soul had been laid bare.

As long as he revealed himself and entangled Ye Fan for a while, his subordinates would catch his signal and immediately pursue—so he did not hesitate, leaping out.

“Sigh, it’s like a curse…” Long Yan muttered discontentedly, frowning, then let out a long, weary sigh.

Zhuo Nan raised his brow and looked at Qing Shang. This girl was formidable—having just met Winter Jasmine, she’d already tricked her into pleading her case.

Everyone cried out in surprise, their minds flashing back to the terrifying scene in the sky barely half an hour before: a black shadow flew wildly, gales howled, sand and stones whipped across the land. In just two or three minutes, more than two hundred mercenaries from the Black Hawk Group had been wiped out.

Afraid the Queen would come to hate Liu Susu even more, he hurried over to intervene.

The five-element heavenly thunder merged into one, descending together in earth-shattering might, covering an area tens of thousands wide.

A thin shop assistant approached the two, immediately raising his voice to extol the treasures within—his manner as if afraid no one would know what marvels his store possessed.

Old Lady Jiang had not expected today’s commotion. She stepped forward with heartfelt analysis, revealing the loving heart of a mother.

Slowly rising from his chair, he stroked the osmanthus tree beside him, whose blossoms covered the branches. He inhaled their unique fragrance.