Chapter Ninety-Four: The Ancestor Truly Was Not After a Few Raisins

The entire room showed no signs of a struggle. He had only suffered a single punch and was wounded, yet he confessed truthfully about conspiring with the seven ancient Eastern European families, planning to flee with the money and treasures.

Of course, if Jia Bing Shen had known what Chen Fan had done to more than ten members of the Earth Defense at the Flame Dragon headquarters, she wouldn’t have been so surprised.

He regretted giving Zi Hao Ye a chance! If he had rushed forward immediately to stop Zi Hao’s breakthrough, Zi Hao would never have advanced to the Grandmaster level.

A ruthless gleam flashed in the tycoon’s eyes. Facing Bao Yu Zhao’s fist, he showed no fear and met the blow with his own clenched fist.

That night, Chen Fan felt his body occasionally heating up, likely due to the banquet he had eaten. Without resting, he practiced his cultivation techniques in his room.

Since other factories were also facing operational difficulties and struggling to survive, how could they possibly accept them?

“The curse mainly covers the Azure Continent, which is roughly under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Dao,” Luo Chen explained upon seeing the situation.

Phoenix shrugged, her expression carefree and relaxed, as if she had seen through the world’s illusions.

Zhu Lin spoke sincerely. There was no comparison to Yun Chen Yan’s vast spiritual insight; she was undoubtedly inferior.

If he had acted against a junior on the spot, it would have had a negative impact, which wouldn’t be beneficial for him when he later took over the Wang family.

“Heh heh, try being hungry for three days and see. I didn’t realize before, but seeing the food now, I know I have a stomach. No, thank you, I’ve eaten enough,” Qian Ye said.

He wasn’t trying to speak on Luo Qi Ran’s behalf but rather pointing out that the evidence was too superficial and aroused suspicion.

That person suddenly vanished but reappeared instantly before Wushuang. A massive fist, like a huge drum, struck Wushuang’s face. His entire body was covered with protruding white bones, sharp as spikes. Wushuang trembled, and countless white bones transformed into blades, fiercely stabbing into the shadow of that fist.

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His skin was pale and cold, tall and slender, with a faint tear mole beneath his eye that made his aura noble and ethereal, exquisitely refined.

For him, to gain more opportunities to appear before the coach, he had to not only win today’s match but win it spectacularly.

When Chen Huaiyu took out the Yin-Yang Pearl, Qian Ye and the others were astonished to see the dense fog begin to dissipate. A clear, clinking sound like jade striking metal echoed through the mountains, invigorating their spirits.

Lu Jiming lay on the ground, watching the blood from her lip wound merge with his own, and he couldn’t help but smile.

Unbeknownst to herself, tears streamed down her face. A bitter smile spread across her lips. After all these years, she thought she had forgotten how to cry, yet in the quiet of the night, tearsI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.