Chapter 55 Crushed, Reshaped

No matter how strong her heart was, it could not withstand the pain Lou Yizhou inflicted, which felt like a knife twisting right at the core of her soul.
Song Yin bit her lower lip tightly, holding back her tears.
Tonight, Lou Yizhou was determined to break her spine and teach her a thorough lesson. In his eyes, he had been far too lenient with her before, allowing her to easily challenge his principles.
Since that was the case, he might as well crush her spirit completely and rebuild her from scratch.
Lou Yizhou glanced over...
"A superior magical artifact, the Scarlet Moon Hook!" someone immediately cried out in astonishment, identifying the origin of the weapon.
Yet, perhaps they never imagined that the person who killed Wei Jie would return from outside the city back into the city?
"Is that true?" My eyes lit down, and I said with an expression of pleasant surprise. I figured it was best to show a tiny hint of greed right now. If it were not for the fragment, I truly would not want to keep up this disguise any longer. Seeing how arrogant Qin Lin was acting at the moment left me utterly speechless.
"What words? Just say it now. I am feeling much better." Lan Xin playfully tugged at Tao Zhongjun's sleeve to wipe away her tears and smiled.
"From this moment on, everyone in the Dragon Gate shall obey my commands!" Qiu Menghan's tone allowed for no dissent, her sharp gaze colliding unflinchingly with Lin Tao and the other vice masters of the Dragon Gate standing before her.
The personal guards cared nothing for right or wrong. They immediately fell upon the surrounding routed soldiers. There were a good six or seven hundred scattered soldiers in the vicinity. Never in their wildest dreams did they expect the commander's personal guards to treat them as enemies. Caught completely off guard, dozens of them went down in the very first clash.
Outside the gates of the Forbidden City, Ao Chen, dressed in plain white robes, gazed anxiously down the distant avenue. Beside her, Ling'er gently bit the corner of her lip, her brows slightly furrowed as she wondered what was on her mind.
"Anyone who undermines national security and unity." Qiu Mengfei's reply was entirely bureaucratic.
Yet, for all these years, driven by that generational goal passed down through time, generation after generation of the E-beasts still rushed recklessly toward the core layer, attempting to receive another transformation from the Poison Dragon Master.
That aura seemed targeted solely at him; forget talking back, he could not even muster the slightest thought of resistance.
Compared to the past, when he was at his strongest, the wind blades and thunderbolts he could manifest were infinitely more terrifying than this.
Meanwhile, Yu Shiting was sitting in the Wanghai Pavilion sipping tea, shaking his head and humming excerpts from The Empty City Strategy with high spirits. Were it not for the injury on his forehead, he would have cut a rather dashing figure of an old man recapturing his youthful vigor.
In stark contrast to the Song family, who were united in their determination to make Wang Sheng one of their own, the higher-ups of the Dai and Shi families felt a lingering sense of shock followed by deep lamentations over their bad timing.
Most media outlets in the Republic of Korea were naturally inclined to report matters from the perspective of their own country and people. Seizing such a prime opportunity, they used Bai Su's morning Weibo post to further fan the flames, slamming Bai Su's arrogance and attacking the rudeness of the Chinese people.
Tan Jingwei stood up from the piano bench and walked over to the nearby liquor cabinet. He picked out a bottle of whiskey, sniffed the cork, and instead of pouring it into a glass, he tilted his head back and took a direct swig from the bottle, looking at Gu Linshan as he asked.
If he were not afraid of striding too fast and tearing a muscle, he would have loved to dump mid-21st-century technological data onto his domestic front all at once, helping the country achieve a leap-forward development that bridged decades of technological gaps in a single step.
They had assumed their entire group would remain under house arrest in the hotel until the transplant surgery was completed, after which they would slink away in defeat.
"I am truly terrified that I might never live to see the revival of Traditional Chinese Medicine." Zhouqing sighed with such profound worry.
Several Grand Masters jointly petitioned for his elevation, receiving unanimous support from all sides, and coupled with his immense public popularity, Bai Su had no need for false modesty. Securing the status of Grand Master directly had become an absolute certainty.
Within the Myriad Realms of Gods and Desolations, very few Heaven-Pattern Masters mastered Heaven-Pattern characters, and even those who did only knew a very small number of them.