Chapter 168: Intelligence on Strength

Devil Fruits are unique products of this world, regarded as the secret treasures of the ocean, and are said to be the incarnation of the sea demons.
Once a Devil Fruit is consumed, the person is forsaken by the sea and instantly becomes a non-swimmer.
Even taking a bath in a bathtub could pose a life-threatening danger, leaving them restricted to very shallow puddles.
However, despite such a price, in the eyes of the people of this world, trading such a small cost for formidable power is entirely worth it.

First, completely sealing the meridians requires enduring immense suffering, and when they are eventually reopened, the internal energy will suffer severe damage. Throughout the period of being sealed, the body will also endure immense damage and agony.

"What are you all talking about so animatedly?" Ye Qing pushed the door open just in time to hear the heated arguments, sounding as though something amusing was happening.

The other seven Earth Kings all stood before the Pluto with lowered heads, their eyes fixed on their noses and their hearts focused on their minds, not daring to even breathe heavily.

"You might not actually be able to walk out of here!" Gu Changsheng said gracefully, leaning against a cluster of emerald bamboos while gently swaying his folding fan.

Just as Qian Jiyao was complaining inwardly, the door to the super VIP box suddenly opened without a sound.

Such a rugged-looking man making such flamboyant and coquettish gestures involuntarily caused goosebumps to break out all over one's body.

Pill after pill from various bottles and jars went straight into his stomach. Any thoughts of cherished conservation or regret were completely driven from his mind at this moment.

The new Princess Consort was arrogant and willful—this was something everyone had long known. However, they all assumed that with the Prince of Ying keeping an eye on her, no matter how fierce this new princess was, there would still be limits. Never did they expect that ever since the grand wedding, she would charge in with unstoppable momentum, letting those who complied with her prosper and those who opposed her perish.

On such a sensitive night as the bridal night, she actually asked her newlywed husband, "Have you washed up yet?" Was this not a blatant, naked indication that she could hardly wait?

The punk was momentarily stunned, then turned to look. A teenager, at least a head taller than him, stood behind him with a cold, piercing smile on his face, his wrist firmly pinched by the teenager's fingers.

Consort Yue was eagerly waiting for Nangong Tian's praise, but as Nangong Tian looked on, his gaze drifted to Jiang Xinyu, which made her practically burst with fury. What did this mean? Despite all her hard work and prolonged efforts, she still failed to catch the Emperor's eye. On what grounds did Jiang Xinyu achieve this? On what grounds?

To Dan, he was merely stating a fact. In his view, whatever high or low cultivation realms, whether there were three or two opponents, it was all utterly meaningless; he could utter such words with complete indifference.

A solitary sword cultivator is exceedingly rare, but their combat prowess is terrifying. A sword cultivator can effortlessly crush even the demon race, whose physical bodies and combat strengths are extraordinarily formidable.

He had witnessed the scene just moments ago with his own eyes, and the situation was completely different from what the physician described, leaving him deeply suspicious.

"I know, but what is there to look at around here? This place has already been abandoned," An An said.

Hearing that refusing to harbor Wei Qi would damage his reputation, Lord Pingyuan's expression indeed changed, for that was what he valued most. The memory of having to execute his beloved beauty just to preserve his own reputation on that previous occasion was far too deeply etched in his mind.

"Great God, let's ignore this fellow and continue discussing our techniques," Sun Neng said impatiently.

Qi Zhongping was extremely astonished. Could Lord Chang'an have decided to dispatch troops? He had expected it to be delayed until June; launching troops so hastily now would only increase the probability of failure. Filled with overwhelming joy, he was just about to find someone to inquire about the details when his eyes widened in shock.

When Mi Chen arrived, there were still a few entities lingering on the outer periphery of the fallen Saint Moon King's demise site. However, they did not venture inside, choosing instead to quietly observe from afar in hopes of finding an opportunity to enter safely.

When Zhang Duo'er rushed over upon hearing the commotion, the room already looked as though a tornado had passed through it. Tables and chairs were broken, porcelain bottles and jade vessels lay shattered all over the floor, and her husband, the current Crown Prince Chu Yanzhi, was standing in the center of the hall with a face as dark as ink. Seeing her enter, a vicious and malicious glare swept sharply toward her.