Chapter 410: Crowded with Visitors

On the bridge of the Dawn breaker, the atmosphere was tense and solemn.

Zhao Yi stood upon the command platform, his gaze like a blazing torch, staring intently at the dense cluster of red dots on the screen.

"What is the count?"

Zhao Yi asked in a deep, heavy voice.

"Initial estimates indicate at least a hundred warships!"

The technician replied.

"Over a hundred?"

Zhao Yi’s brow furrowed deeply,

"It seems the Galaxy Corporation has deployed its entire fleet."

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The Great Elder kept his eyes tightly shut, his hands clenched into white-knuckled fists and his teeth gritted, until finally unable to endure any longer, he slammed his hand violently against the table.

Watching the wild dog digging frantically through the dirt, Tuoba Hong narrowed his eyes slightly. Before her death, Concubine Mao had behavior exactly like that, throwing her head against the wall.

As for Ruan Yu, he had not shown his face for a long time; though I was unclear about the subsequent events, he still remained a highly probable suspect.

Not only him, but also that serpent king of the Primal Beast Realm and several other powerhouses were consumed by absolute fury; they had cast aside all dignity to join forces against a single God-Lord, which was already disgraceful enough to hear, yet in the end, they had let the quarry slip away—they had gained nothing but a foul reputation, completely losing all face.

Beads of cold sweat gradually seeped onto the tip of Luo Xiyu’s nose. Her terror-stricken gaze sharpened into a razor-thin blade, piercing straight toward Lin Yuan.

Ling Xin also understood why it had mated with a flood dragon; there were no members of the dragon clan here, so it could only seek out a flood dragon that possessed some ancestral ties to them, and this particular black flood dragon was a rare primeval species, exceedingly powerful in its own right, otherwise it could never have achieved the realm of a God-Lord.

As soon as they returned home, Qin Ran called Mu Yixuan and recounted Yun Duo's situation to him in full detail.

Lu Yuxi offered no reply; she had no desire to explain right now, for the more one explained, the more it merely seemed like a cover-up.

Fortunately, as that toxic miasma swept over, the imprint of the Nine Nether Underworld Flame unleashed a divine light, warding off the poison and thereby safeguarding the True Eye of Xuantian.

I nodded; although I had not obtained any truly useful intelligence, it was enough to let me glean that the boss was desperately eager to find me.

Seeing Madam Hou's wretched expression, born of a sheer dread of being implicated, the Marquis's wife felt an even deeper revulsion, refusing to spare her another glance.

That is quite true; moreover, Han Yishui is handsome, financially secure, mature, and stable—he outmatches Chen Xiao in every conceivable aspect, so it is only natural that Chen Xiao would be jealous.

"Que'er, what... what is wrong with you? Why don't you speak? Do you have any idea how deeply your mother and I have missed you during all these years you've been gone?

Beholding this spectacle, a flicker of sheer disbelief flashed across Qing Fu's eyes. Frowning, he took a step back and murmured, "How can this be..." Looking at the entirely unscathed Zi Su, his hands began to tremble; though his words remained as calm as still water, a wave of panic surged through his heart as he gripped the longsword at his waist, raising his chin to confront her with a fierce glare.

"Did you truly make these delicacies and pastries yourself?" Xu Ruojin harbored doubts, for the taste of the red bean cake she had just sampled was indeed exquisite. Yet, such an item simply did not match Liang Xiao's rugged demeanor.

Having been outmaneuvered by Frank earlier and deported back to his home country, such a heavy stigma had been cast upon him; if he did not find a way to rid himself of it, he would never fulfill his wish to return to Country A.

Just a moment ago, her expression had clearly been stiff with shock, yet in the blink of an eye she had regained such composure, which was proof enough that she possessed a remarkably cool head.

Xia Junlin had grown thin; though she used to have a fine figure, she was now even more gaunt—but then, how could anyone gain weight in prison? Unless one was the type to put on a pound just by drinking a glass of water.

The gazes of the group were fixed entirely upon the pigeon; unaccustomed to being surrounded by so many people, the bird fluttered uneasily before alighting upon Wuying's shoulder.

The rain fell with increasing ferocity; wiping his face, the eunuch climbed down from the roof and, seeing Consort Xian staring blankly out the window, hurriedly drew the shutters closed.