Volume One, Chapter 108: Stirring Trouble

Until the end of her shift, Director Hong finally spoke to Su Ningxia about the matter. His face brimming with confidence, he said, “Since she’s your sister, she must be exceptional.”

Su Ningxia tugged at the corner of her lips.

Ah Huang was startled by the sudden appearance of the cobra. It halted, standing alert and wary, staring at the creature before it. Then it howled a few times, signaling to Chen Chongshan that prey had been discovered.

“Mr. Morrow, are you suggesting we extract Huo Liang from the military district and have him act as if nothing happened, continuing to interact with those vampires until we locate their lair?” My brows furrowed instantly. Wouldn’t this mean sending Huo Liang to act as a spy?

“If you have no business here, please move your vehicle over there. If you do, please proceed to the reception hall. Kindly do not obstruct our duties.” The police officer spoke politely, yet firmly.

Watching Master Wulong slap his own face repeatedly, the sharp sound echoed painfully with each blow. One of the four young masters gulped audibly, uncertain which of them had managed to swallow their fear.

The Yang Group had already grown into a colossal business empire. Many of the top masters and fellow disciples of the Yan generation were part of it.

The power of the laws of heaven and earth surged incessantly from his body, freely at his command.

Shangguan Zhaorong said, “I’m afraid, but even so, I must speak. If I don’t, there’s no chance at all. If I do, there’s still a glimmer of hope.” Tears welled again in her eyes.

Only cultivators at the Xuan Guan realm could ascend the mountain to witness the battle of the Ling Emperor at Lian Tian Peak. Those below that level had to wait at the foot of the mountain.

At that moment, the groveling villagers were dumbfounded, watching us erupt in violence, too terrified to move as they continued kowtowing.

“Yes, Young Master Wu, this gentleman wants two items.” The salesperson placed two already-packaged gestures on the counter.

At Jialing Pass, Batian had arrived early atop the city walls to await Luo Qinghe and Li Qingshan. The icy aura emanating from him drove everyone in the city to withdraw, and Tianyu looked at Batian with an unpleasant expression.

Wang Dahai and his companions couldn’t help but secretly exhale in relief, their faces betraying anxiety that Lu Yuan might refuse them.

In a week, they would soon venture into the heart of the Star Dou Great Forest, home to the hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast, the Oak Python. During this week, Lin Yan hadn’t encountered a suitable soul beast, causing him much headache.

Time was obviously running out, and adjusting one’s mentality wasn’t something that could be done overnight. He needed more time.

Chen Jian was surprised as well; he saw no airs about Lu Yuan. At first, he thought Lu Yuan was just a decent young actor, but didn’t expect him to be so famous in Hong Kong.

Lin Yan picked up the left-arm soul bone and placed it on his own arm. A warm sensation instantly spread throughout his body. He clenched his fist, feeling the old strength return, filling him with nostalgia.

His pulse was unsteady, barely discernible. The pallor of his face and the purple tint to his lips clearly indicated poisoning.

At present, the Seventh Princess wore a bright imperial yellow silk court dress, her hair fashioned in a peony bun, adorned with a golden seven-tailed phoenix hairpin. An orange-yellow sash draped gracefully as she walked, accentuating her beauty.

Yet after the night banquet, fortune turned to disaster. Song Qinghuan watched helplessly as her father was murdered by Song Chuyin and Wang Wuren in collusion.

“I’m sorry! The school has issued an order for full lockdown. All outside vehicles are prohibited. Please go back!” The Three Kings recited the announcement.

He raised his hand, unleashing a palm strike. The profound true essence harnessed the force of heaven and earth, instantly dissolving the blade aura. A massive true essence palm struck Mo Xingchen, containing a trace of heaven’s might that slowed his movement.

The surviving players now remained in the Greek-controlled zone, as the battle intensity was far less than the apocalyptic clashes on the Mechanized City side.

A grenade sailed between two buildings, landing on another street and erupting in a plume of blue smoke. Lin Chi fired another grenade at the trash can across the street, then swiftly turned and left.

“Do you have some hidden trump card? Go ahead, I fear nothing! No trick can stand against me,” Tianbao Master declared arrogantly.

The nearest park was not far, but unfamiliar with the area, Han Shengqi was reluctant to visit so soon.

A deafening explosion rang out. The giant eagle detonated in the middle of the convoy, its powerful energy tearing open the ground, leaving a pit three meters deep. More than twenty elite soldiers were blown to pieces, their flesh scattering, and three transport vehicles were destroyed, meteoric iron littering the ground.

Having finished the advertisement, Sima Jun’an and Hao Yun resumed their work, unaware that the ad they casually cobbled together had already caused a sensation online.

The items this fellow brought were truly abundant, astonishing Han Shengqi and his two companions to the point their eyes nearly popped out.

A player, previously hiding behind a broken car and firing an AK at the patrol soldiers, suddenly began to roar madly. Sharp silver “blades” sprouted from both shoulders, intercepting the bullets aimed at his head.

Qi Hao watched her departing figure, his gaze gradually growing deeper. He picked up the fallen basketball bag and turned to leave as well.

The man responded heartily, revved his motorcycle, which roared loudly and drew the attention of those nearby, before speeding off.

He donned the ghost-faced shield, charging forward in fury. The Gale Demon Wolf was no match for him. Before it could rise, Xu Tian hurled several fireballs at its body. Whoosh—the wolf’s body ignited, struggling for a moment before falling still.