Chapter 161: Child of Destiny!

News that the prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty would personally host a martial arts tournament for the world of rivers and lakes spread like wildfire across the entire realm.

Because this grand tournament imposed a strict age limit on its contenders.

Every noble house could only dispatch their younger generation to participate in this magnificent gathering.

Yet despite this restriction, the number of registrants far exceeded all prior expectations.

Li Yuanqing approached Li Chang'an with a list of the seeded contestants in hand, his tone laced with anxiety as he asked, "Eldest Brother, this time—"

Seeing the dark and terrible expression on Xie Man's face, the surrounding beastmen lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look into his eyes.

It was not until two months later, after Su Yunxuan had journeyed seventy to eighty thousand miles across three empires, that the crimson giant bird beneath him finally collapsed from sheer exhaustion.

However, just as Chen Xing reached the foot of the stairs, he caught the faint echo of a sudden noise emanating from one of the rooms on the second floor.

Su Hongshan’s face turned ashen with rage, and unable to endure any longer, he seized the bowl before him and hurled it straight at Su Jinran.

In the courtyard stood a pool enclosed by slabs of green flagstone, its waters sending up tendrils of warm steam, and she reached her hand down to test its temperature.

Looking at the security guards scrambling wretchedly from the ground and the onlookers gathered all around, Zhao Long remained ignorant of the exact details, yet he knew the relative Wang Jing hired to manage the restaurant must have crossed Lu Tao to cause such a scene; his heart sank instantly, and he answered in a somewhat timid voice.

Seeing Liu You backed into a corner with no way out, Fang Yan darkened his expression and berated Lu Tao, showing absolutely no regard for his feelings.

"From the State of Yan?" Suspicion flickered in Dan Mengle's eyes. That empire seemed quite distant from the Moyun Empire, an obscure third-grade realm with a very weak presence in the Ancient Jiuyou Province. To think a cultivator from such a place had come to Moyun, and carried himself with such arrogance.

Yet the ape monster was exceedingly alert; as if long prepared, it leapt sideways to evade, causing the burst of flame to miss completely and come to a halt upon the stone wall.

It must be said that Brother Zhang was truly exceptional; even within the predetermined plot, the power of rules derived from his own strength could not prevent him from breaking away from the script, and though the deviation was slight, it was remarkably staggering.

The many saints all gazed up toward the void, where their senses told them time and space were shaping a passage; through this stepping stone of a channel, they would be able to enter the ancient battlefield of the void and contend for the throne of the Void Overlord.

Having the secret technique he took such pride in laid bare by his opponent in a single breath, the bald man instantly lost the confidence he had possessed moments ago.

Clans like the Li, the Qi, the Zhao, and the Lu all possessed their own commercial backings. The Liu family had no such assets; instead, they maintained a partnership with the Gao family, who required a pillar of support within official circles. The Liu family likewise required the assistance of such wealth, a state of mutual coexistence.

"As matters stand, Mother will no longer hide it from you. Three days ago, in order to save Xiaxia, Revolver took a gunshot to the head, which compressed his memory nerves. Now he recognizes no one but you. Can the cold war between you two finally end?"

Milan had already prepared breakfast: ready-made bread, milk that needed warming, and salad dressing bought from the supermarket.

Old Tang had also been busy until eleven o'clock and just wanted to catch up on breakfast when he suddenly recalled Milan’s words, 'I'll handle matters at home,' and was struck with panic; he hurriedly called Milan, but no one answered.

"Very well, very well!" Chen Gongnan hastily agreed. Looking at the melancholy in An'an's eyes, he knew she must have something on her mind and originally intended to ask, but he still had a certain something in his pocket... as the saying goes, a ruthless man makes a true villain! Chen Gongnan looked at the intoxicated An'an.

The youth with parted hair kicked off the tree branch, flapped his wings with great force, and soared into the sky at once. Beneath the moonlight, his handsome face adorned with a smile and those pure white, gigantic wings made him appear just like an angel.