Thirty-seven thirty-seven

After settling things with the front desk, the two stepped out of the internet cafe. The November weather was not yet biting, though Xia Lianxin was still wearing a dress; it would surely turn cold before long.

At this moment, almost the entire Central Province was blanketed by a heavy, primordial aura, plunging many into panic.

Because the escape tunnel on the left had been abandoned for some time, Xia Yun had discovered the location while scouting the terrain long ago. He had arranged for Luo Tian to inspect the situation there daily and make necessary preparations.

Xia Yun looked at the hundred warriors before him. They were a mix of spirit masters and spirit disciples, along with a fair number of ordinary people. Despite their varied backgrounds, they shared a single goal: to protect Qingyun Stronghold.

From the sheer momentum alone, Su Yao could already sense why the Taiqing Immortal Sect reigned as the world’s foremost sect.

"What?" Hearing this, Hou Wuji was stunned, his expression turning solemn. Seeing the boy’s earnest look, he realized this was no joke; the lad was determined to fight the Yin-Yang Clan to the bitter end.

Inside the Golden Pagoda, Yan Hu was still bewildered, having no idea from start to finish why he had been beaten.

"Go to your Uncle Mozheng," Hou Wuji said, pulling his gaze from the distance and smiling back at Hou Yiting.

Ling Feng watched patiently from the side. Jiang Ziyu offered no further explanation, simply eating and drinking while he waited.

"You can play basketball too?" Qin Qin, who had previously stayed far away to ignore Jiang Ziyu, now approached him on her own initiative. She didn't seem to notice her water bottle was empty, merely pretending to water the plants with it.

An overbearing black Hummer H2 led the way, followed by seven or eight identical Mercedes-Benz vehicles. The spectacle naturally became a scenic highlight on the road.

"Concubine Ping, you are still a consort of the Yun Kingdom." The Empress Dowager, stung by humiliation, tried to force Concubine Ping to face reality by invoking her status.

People began stepping out of the Mercedes one after another, all dressed in uniform black suits and sunglasses. The sheer panache and style stunned the passersby, and naturally, Feng Jun as well.

"Sit and watch for changes. Tell the brothers to eat, drink, play, and be merry, but seize every moment to train and improve our combat effectiveness!" Jin Faguang commanded.

"Alright, I understand. Take good care of yourself in the future, and no matter what happens, don't let yourself be wronged," Miao Ruolan urged, her voice filled with concern.

"Is this the power of fivefold mana burst!" Xu Wen let out a roar, driving the Great Dao Laws within the Wheel of Annihilation to their peak. With a thunderous boom, the Wheel of Annihilation shuddered, and a terrifying force erupted from the void, sweeping away everything in its path.

That night, no one knew what Old Man Wu had said to the Wu Tian brothers, but by the next day, Wu Tian and Wu Guo had risen early, waiting for Yun Niang in the living room.

"Artinis?" He looked at her in a daze; the chilling aura emanating from her left him feeling somewhat confused.

"Elder Wanxiang..." After Xiao Ye was teleported away, the middle-aged man whispered toward the direction of his disappearance, then led the young man in black behind him toward a side hall.

These people’s eyes were tightly shut, and they didn't even seem to be breathing, yet Wang Fan could sense the vibrant vitality lurking within their bodies.

Ever since the encounter with the hidden boss, the Infinite T-Type Terminator, in the gaming pod, the entire situation had been shrouded in an eerie atmosphere.

The Fire Cloud Evil God crouched on the ground, breathing like a toad, before firing a highly compressed air cannon at Feng Hao with a loud bang.

Almost the moment Ye Wuyue’s figure vanished, a scythe slashed out from the space, missing him by a hair's breadth.

The view ahead was hazy. In the early morning, the Dark Forest was choked with thick fog, and the surrounding silence added a sense of impending crisis to this dark land.

"Besides, these are unarmed civilians. Many of our soldiers truly cannot bring themselves to strike. It’s not as if every soldier is blinded by hatred!" Bai Ye nodded, looking at them as he spoke.

By the time he finished spraying all the wounded, there were few paper charms left in his hand.

Yu Qi clearly trusted Mo Ruyang and was the first to step onto the bamboo raft. It remained perfectly still.

Miao Lili, who had previously been cruelly humiliated and had fallen into a dark abyss of despair, having completely given up hope, found her own "Supreme Treasure" at her darkest hour, descending on colorful clouds to save her.

Ran Hongdou quickly straightened up, waved her hands at Grandma Lin, and pointed to her stomach to signal that the pain was gone.

Before Li Zhenbao could lower his hand, he suddenly saw Dou Zhen, who had been pressing his philtrum, leap up from the ground.

The moment the paper drifted out the window, it ignited with a spark and instantly turned to ash.

"Young Master Yan, even though you hold the Young Master’s token, we dare not simply let you leave. The City Lord recently issued an order that no one is to leave Jiangdu City." The guard looked at Yan Zhaoxuan and Yan Zhaoran on horseback with a conflicted expression.

Yang Fang had just been lamenting that Yan Zhaoran and A-Yue were truly protagonists of fate, when he suddenly heard A-Yue’s question and was momentarily floored.

For three days, he had been in Ran Hongdou’s kitchen for every meal, cooking porridge and rice before serving it at her door.

But the guardian deities were only guardian deities after all; they could block the Monkey for a moment, but they could not truly deal with him.

"Very well. In three days, I will deliver the wine jars and the four earthen kilns the lady requested to the Dragon King Temple." Since he was open for business, he could hardly be picky about his customers.

He could clearly feel that there was no sign of anyone competing with him for the immortal energy near the Demon-Slaying Platform.

Zhang Huayang’s earthly soul had been slain by Ye Yang and failed to return to the Underworld; the Yin Bureau would not grant us a single extra day of life. With Ye Yang’s lifespan suddenly erased, we had no time left to borrow more.

Therefore, the news that Wang Yun would truly collaborate with the Chinese director Zhang Kumou was like dropping a giant bomb on the Chinese entertainment industry.

Zhongnan Pharmacy was one of the most mysterious pharmacies in China. No one knew where its headquarters were, and legend had it that there were cultivators inside, though in reality, no one had ever seen one.

"Sir, your seat is in the private room on the west side of the second floor, but you must pay a fee of one thousand yuan before entering," the receptionist said with a smile at Ye Tian.

A scattered map marked the geographical location of Boyeu City, along with the neighboring cities nearby.

Zhu Kezhen smiled; he believed that Zhang Biwu would take center stage in this first confrontation between the Chinese and the British! Zhu Kezhen gently patted Zhang Biwu on the shoulder to show his approval.