Novels by Camellia

Though the distance was a bit far, he could clearly see that the twenty-odd fluttering objects hanging on Alan’s balcony were green hats of various styles and designs!Twenty green hats—what the hell was the meaning of this?!And they were pointed directly at his house. Wasn’t this obviously meant for him to see?Wasn’t this a blatant mockery of him for being cheated on by Nora?!Damn it! This was simply outrageous!Jared was so enraged that he was gasping for breath. His fists were clenched so tightly that his fingernails were digging into his palms.He didn’t need to think twice—there was only one person in the world despicable enough to pull off such a devilish stunt, and that was Ivy. No one else.In that split second, he wanted nothing more than to grab Ivy by the hair and slap her ugly face silly, again and again!With that thought, he spun around, rushed back inside, pulled on his pants and jacket, and stormed out of the building.Old Mrs. Mill was sitting in a wooden armchair

Claude’s helicopter immediately carried Alan, Mogos and Berger toward the city.As they neared Tomson Yipin, Alan said to Berger, Berger, I’ll bring my lawyer to Benel Pharmaceuticals tomorrow. Once we sign the contract, I’ll give you an excellent prescription for stomach ailments.Berger blurted out, Master Alan, I have sworn to pledge my lifelong allegiance to no one but you. You helped me take back Benel Pharmaceuticals—I am willing to hand over all the company’s shares to you, Master Alan!Alan waved his hand dismissively and said calmly, I already told you the other day—I’ll take 80% of Benel Pharmaceuticals, no more. But I’ll never agree to give you the prescription for anything less. The 20% I’m leaving you with will definitely not shortchange you, so don’t say anything about giving me all the shares again.A solemn look crossed Berger’s face. He quickly clasped his fists and said, Berger shall obey Master Alan’s instructions!Alan nodded, then turned to Mogos and Claude. When

So he said to Sanderson, Call the Eight Heavenly Kings and ask how things are going.Right away! Sanderson nodded at once, pulled out his phone, and dialed Travis’s number.The phone rang for ages, but no one answered.He turned to the Patriarch of the Hand family and said, Dad, no one’s picking up. Could they still be in the middle of the mission?The Patriarch nodded. Possibly. Let’s wait a bit longer then.Ten minutes later, the Patriarch said again, Sanderson, call the Eight Heavenly Kings once more!Sanderson did as he was told immediately.But this time, the call still couldn’t get through.The Patriarch frowned. Something’s not right. With their skills, how could it take them this long? Those are just some second-rate bodyguards—child’s play for the Eight Heavenly Kings. I still remember, back in the day when I was fighting battles far and wide, the Eight Heavenly Kings charged into the enemy’s stronghold with me. Twenty-something opponents, and the Eight Heavenly Kings wiped t

With that said, he waved at the eight men and smiled. Your eldest senior brother can no longer move. It’ll be trouble for the rest of you to draw close to him. If you want to die together, you might as well huddle up before you breathe your last. If you don’t, you can scatter far apart. I’ll give you one final minute to get ready.At these words, the Eight Heavenly Kings were overcome with despair, and deep down, none of them wanted to walk the road to the underworld alone.So the Iron-Fisted Yama, the first to be crippled, struggled to his feet, dragged his gravely injured body over to Travis, and slowly sat down beside him.The moment he settled, he burst into heart-wrenching sobs. Senior Brother, if we had known things would come to this, we eight brothers should never have ventured out into the mortal world...The others also crawled over with great difficulty.The eight men huddled tightly together. They had already forgiven Travis for his attempt to flee alone earlier.Because,

Travis couldn't figure it out—Alan clearly hadn't lifted a finger to stop him, so why couldn't he land the strike no matter how hard he tried?What on earth was that invisible force blocking his blade?!He had honed his martial arts to the pinnacle, yet he knew nothing of true supernatural power. Little did he know there existed a force that could act without physical contact—this force was spiritual energy!His arrogance lay in thinking he had found Alan’s weak spot and that he could deliver a fatal blow with one strike.Now, he was about to pay the price for his conceit!Alan let out a cold laugh, slowly lifted his foot, and crushed Travis’s left arm beneath it.With a slight press of his toe, Travis’s left arm was shattered at the elbow; only the fabric of his clothes connected the upper and lower arm.Travis howled in agony and scrambled to pull away. The sudden movement tore his clothes with a sharp rip!When he looked down in horror, he saw his forearm and hand lying on the othe

If it weren’t for his friendship with the Patriarch of the Hand family and the exorbitant sum of money offered, why would someone as powerful as him condescend to stay in a backwater like Peffers City?He asked himself inwardly—he had faced countless opponents in his life, yet never had he felt so utterly powerless as he did at this moment!In that split second just now, he hadn’t even seen clearly how this boy had struck before he was dealt a devastating blow!To a martial artist, nothing is more important than one’s arms—especially the right arm.If the right arm is crippled, the man is done for.After all, with only one arm, the body is constantly thrown off balance. Not to mention fighting others for supremacy—even running would lead to a noticeable loss of equilibrium. If a person’s center of gravity can’t stay aligned in the middle of their body, how can they ever hope to become a master?With a single palm strike, Alan sent seven men flying backward, filling the hearts of the E

Scott shot Fiquendo a sidelong glance and sneered. Fiquendo, didn’t you say the position of captain of the Fifth Squad of the First Courtyard Legion would be yours sooner or later? How come you’re now just a underling of someone at the Primary Soul Realm? Where did all your arrogance go? Or is a measly Primary Soul Realm cultivator enough to cow you? If that’s the case, why did you put on such a holier-than-thou act around me back in the day?Fiquendo’s eyes blazed with anger, and he was about to retort when Albert waved a hand to stop him.Albert smiled. There’s no point in exchanging words with someone like him. Just crush him, and his mouth will shut tight on its own.In the distance, Scott’s eyes glinted with ferocity. He laughed coldly. You’re nowhere near as skilled as Andrew, but you’ve definitely picked up three parts of his insufferable arrogance.Fine. Your father lorded it over our Dragon Blood Vein for all those years. Today, we’ll first collect a little interest from you,

Back in Andrew’s day, the First Courtyard Legion under his command crushed our four Dragon Blood Vein legions so thoroughly that it left a permanent psychological scar. We never dared to challenge Andrew himself, but now that his son has returned, we can finally vent some of that pent-up frustration on him.This time, our Third Squad of the Dragon Blood Vein Third Courtyard Legion must not only crush the Fifth Squad of the First Courtyard Legion—we must also seize the rewards of the Thirty-First Floor that were rightfully theirs. Better yet, we’ll claim those rewards right in front of their eyes.If we pull this off, our Third Squad will make a name for ourselves among the four legions of the Dragon Blood Vein!At his words, the other legionnaires erupted in a frenzy of cheers, their morale surging to new heights.Seeing this, Scott cracked a grin. Without another word, he fixed his gaze on the target direction, waved his big hand, and charged forward at the head of the formation. His

Eve, Grand Legion Commander of the Third Courtyard Legion of the Dragon Blood Vein, chuckled and flattered her, Hahaha, Lisa, your prowess is beyond doubt. If it weren’t for the boss leading us in the Dragon Blood Vein, I’m afraid we’d all be calling you our leader and following your lead.Baron nodded in agreement as well. Then I guess it’s my fault for stealing your thunder, Lisa.Hearing their compliments, a faint smile finally tugged at the corners of Lisa’s glamorous, noble-looking lips. She shot Eve a playful glare first, then said, I wholeheartedly admire Brother Baron’s abilities. In my eyes, his talent is no less impressive than that of Andrew from the Dragon Fang Vein back in the day. Who knows—Brother Baron might even have a shot at becoming the Grand Lord of our Dragon Blood Vein in the future.At the mention of that name, the expressions of everyone present shifted slightly. Andrew was nothing short of a legend across the Heavenly Dragon Five Veins over the past century.

Clearly, they had also seen the opponent matched against the Fifth Squad of the First Courtyard Legion this time.Albert smiled back at them, signaling that there was no need to worry.He turned to Pamela and asked, Pamela, do we have any intelligence on the Third Squad of the Dragon Blood Vein Third Courtyard Legion?Pamela was about to speak when Fiquendo cut in beside her: The captain of the Third Squad of the Dragon Blood Vein Third Courtyard Legion is named Scott. I actually know him—he’s also from a collateral branch of the Martin family, though he’s far more accomplished than me. He was previously at the Golden Soul Body Realm. I heard he once attempted to break through to the Light Soul Body Realm, only to fail in the end. So now he should be trying to advance to the Chromatic Soul Body Realm.He possesses an 8-Star Earth Flood Dragon Soul and has mastered the Six-Turn Dragon’s Breath Soul Refining Technique. Admittedly, among the countless prodigies of the Dragon Blood Vein,

The numerous captains of the Fourth Courtyard Legion standing nearby were clearly filled with reverence and trust toward Babel. Upon hearing his words, they all nodded with smiles.Albert may have possessed top-tier talent and status, but unfortunately, his return could not have come at a worse time. With Babel leading the charge, the younger generation of the Dragon Fang Vein already had all it needed.On the second day of the Fiend Demon Cave’s opening, with the First Squad no longer in the running, Albert led the Fifth Squad to smoothly seize the first clear of the Thirtieth Floor.Claiming the first clear of the Thirtieth Floor took the Fifth Squad nearly half a day—a pace that could hardly be called fast, but it was steady above all else. Most importantly, the number of casualties sustained by the Fifth Squad was drastically reduced.Albert’s approach was clearly a preparation for the inter-squad competition on the third day.In addition, clearing the Thirtieth Floor brought Albe

If we’re destined to meet them, then so be it. Some things are inevitable—and a stronger opponent will only temper our Fifth Squad. Albert was unfazed by the prospect; on the contrary, he found himself looking forward to it. He was eager to test firsthand just how powerful the vanguard squads of the Twenty Legions truly were.I’m just a short-sighted woman with no lofty ambitions like yours, Captain, Pamela giggled. What I’m really thinking about is the reward that goes to the winner of the inter-squad competition.Is the winner’s reward that generous? Albert asked.Every legionnaire gets dozens of strands of Soul Mystic Light, and the captain earns a Grand Soul Pill, Pamela replied. There was unmistakable greed in her voice as she mentioned the pill.A Grand Soul Pill? Albert frowned in confusion—he’d clearly never heard of it before.A Grand Soul Pill is a refined byproduct of making top-grade soul pills. They’re said to be extremely rare, but their efficacy is over ten times that o