Chapter 13084 — Since You've Managed It Today, I Must Live Up to My Word

"One quota for a life-sized dharma form—it's yours."

The moment the words left his mouth, the whole hall erupted in an uproar once again.

Only now did everyone remember that Wei Zhao, to this day, was still merely a one-zhang dharma-form expert—he was not even a life-sized dharma-form expert.

Seen in that light, his leading the team to a desperate comeback victory over the Huan family squad in the finals only added several shades of legend to the tale!

As expected, in the days to come this Divine Gathering tournament would surely be talked of with relish, and the Huan family squad would inevitably be dragged out again and again to be flogged like a corpse...

At this, her own father wiped the table clean, while she sat frozen in a stiff smile; it was Zhang Ze who, having caught the drift, was beside himself with glee. Poor thing, she was left to Yan Han, who kept slipping cold knives in behind her back.

Old Zhou happened to be about to return two hundred thousand to Yu Yao. Of course, that was a coincidence—not the most important thing.

Hearing Dong Zhuo say this, Lü Bu's expression had remained gloomy the whole time, yet he did not dare to raise any objection.

If Lin Ruofeng were to "retreat in the face of difficulty" because of this, then not only would he avoid the trouble of offending this young man and the forces behind him, but he could also extricate himself and go capture Misaki Nishihara, preventing her from escaping smoothly.

Qian Dafa curled his lip. Though he was not afraid of Wuqing, there was no need to go looking for trouble at such a critical juncture.

"Ananda, take the old lady and Lady Zhang to the side hall and have them sit for a while." Emperor Jinghe wished to speak with the empress alone.

"How about this: the porcelain deal is off, and now I'll just take the box alone. I won't waste any more of your time—I'll make my final offer." Yu Yao rubbed his fingers together and spoke slowly.

Though Miki put it tactfully, it was still quite clear: he hoped they would not kill anyone from the Holman family. That meant the Holman family had already sent people to the Pyrenees Mountains.

Seeing Ah Da's Unmatched Mode, the players recognized it at a glance—after all, the stark contrast in lighting effects made it easy to tell strong from weak.

"It's the president of the Qiao Corporation. Their story is quite interesting—if you want to read it, it's online too. Whether it's true I don't know, but the feelings in it are genuine enough." He picked up the thread.

It was the sound of a leather whip striking flesh, and cry after miserable cry came into Lin Feng's ears.

Xu Jinghe could not sleep in the middle of the night. Stroking her belly, she brooded over her worries for a while, then simply sat up, called for a maid to light the lamp, and wrote a letter to Chu Qi.

Tiger walked at the very back, thinking what a fine thing this mercenary group was, and wondering whether someday, if he ever left it, they too would be this sad.

Luo Yu was thinking about it with great enthusiasm when a mysterious call request suddenly came through, leaving her full of puzzlement.

Linyuan seemed to recall something and said loudly to Feng Yu beside him, "Princess, this is a fine opportunity. I wonder, have you ever heard the story of the King of Tilan?" Linyuan's words left both Xingge and Feng Yu startled. Xingge did not know the story of the King of Tilan, but Feng Yu was different—she understood Linyuan's meaning at once.

Xia Ran shrugged. As for the feelings between Gu Shen and Su Ge, she was, in truth, no more than a third party with little right to speak, and she could sense that Gu Shen was not merely a little serious about Su Ge—he was very serious indeed.

As Xue Hao gathered his divine radiance, the Taicang Divine Dragon Formation boomed and contracted, shrinking to the size of a fist and being drawn into Xue Hao's divine seal.

The two rested a night at the inn. Early the next morning, Ma Ling settled the room bill, hurried out of the inn, and, while the roads were still sparsely traveled, used the Divine Travel Art to carry Wang Yi off toward the false temporary palace of the Prince of Yun'an, Wang Qing.

Though the rebel soldiers all had shields to protect themselves, half of this hundred-thousand-strong rebel naval force were commoners rounded up at random by Cheng Gui, Xie Fu, Zhai Yuan, and Guan Qiao to make up the numbers. When had such commoners ever seen a formation like this? Even with shields in hand, they were too frightened to remember to raise them for cover, and a volley of arrows from the Song army soon felled a great swath of them.

Only recently had she noticed that Lu Fengye seemed to be going to Xia Ran's hometown again and again, and the people she had bought off around him had also told her that for the past week Lu Fengcheng had been circling around Xia Ran—heaven only knew whether this time he had really gone on a business trip.