58 The Iron-Fisted Boss

They all desperately wanted to get in touch with the Chief Executive, but they were skillfully intercepted by Moming and Scar.

She then naturally took out the freshly brewed soup, placed it on a nearby table, and sat quietly on the sofa, watching Gu Mo work diligently.

"Ahem, although I am serving the Young Master, our Young Master is indeed good for nothing. He is licentious and devoid of enterprise all day long, and I think you are a much better fit." Mo Yichen was ruthless enough to drag even himself under the bus.

Instantly, the five members of the Blood Fiend looked extremely awkward. With a single wave of his palm, Mo Yichen snapped a giant tree—as thick as five men combined—cleanly in half. "I am strong." Having said that, Mo Yichen walked proudly back to his room, leaving Jiang Cheng and the Blood Fiend members shivering in the cold wind of the courtyard.

After finishing breakfast and taking another Boar-Ape Marrow Pill, Yun Tian resumed his purgatorial training. Repeating this process day after day, time slipped away, and Yun Tian grew increasingly familiar with the route, while the time required for each round trip steadily decreased.

"It is His Royal Highness the Prince's mercenary corps," Mu Lan emphasized. Knowing that many things were difficult to explain, she once again invoked Prince Julian's banner.

In a daze, Ning Yu had no idea where he had wandered. The last ounce of strength in his body was completely exhausted, and before his eyes darkened completely, he collapsed heavily to the ground.

As soon as Ye Shuyu unlocked her phone screen, she saw two unreplied messages sent by Tong Jinzhen.

This profound tremor lasted for three full days before he finally woke up. The very first thing Jiang Cheng did upon regaining consciousness was to inspect his weapon. He was immensely satisfied; only a weapon like this felt truly soulful, and furthermore, the fan carried a trace of his own aura, making him cherish it all the more.

Yun had gradually mastered how to use this lightning chain, now capable of releasing the power of lightning at will, retracting and deploying it smoothly. This transformation left Yun exceptionally thrilled; compared to the era when he could only rely on his bare fists, he was now stronger by an untold magnitude.

When both of them finally departed and the sound of footsteps at the doorway faded into the distance, a heavy stone finally dropped from the heart of Workshop Master Zhang.

"Would you like to experience it once more?" Cheng Daosen could not help but curl his lip in a retort, pointing at the surveillance camera and gesturing to Kou Xu, implying that if he had the guts, he should go kick it.

"Furthermore, we ransacked the kitchen at the very beginning, and still found nothing at all," Ban Diao Chun continued.

"I can't do it..." Li Shiming thought of countless things, which ultimately condensed into this single sentence.

In fact, before coming over, Dong Dahai had already familiarized himself with the situation, but he had no idea that the protagonists of this incident were actually Cai Jiao and Pei Zhen. This was something he completely failed to anticipate. Dong Dahai held absolute trust in both Cai Jiao and Pei Zhen, and the Qingcheng Sect enjoyed an immaculate reputation within the mystic realm; they would never engage in such conduct.

Seeing his wife's pitiful appearance, Wushuiyu could not bear it either. He cast a pleading look at Nangong Li, silently begging for mercy.

Following the Boundary River territory incident, the carefree Empire had already stockpiled a massive quantity of supplies within Huaxia. The transportation of these supplies could by no means rely on teleportation arrays and had to depend entirely on basic water transport. Therefore, constructing their own port had become the primary task at hand.

"Yes, yes, yes. His Highness has worked hard, but your health comes first," Pei Shudong hurriedly chimed in. Liu Yan glared fiercely at him before flicking his sleeves and striding away.

Since ancient times, struggles for power and infighting among brothers have been commonplace, especially in Beimang, which possessed five adult princes of the same generation—this rivalry was foreseeable long ago.

However, a treasure like a Primordial Chaos Spirit Treasure was extremely precious even to Dao Ancestors. Only Dao Ancestors with profound foundations possessed them, while ordinary Dao Ancestors did not.

Although the Xuanyuan Sword had not yet completely submitted, it remained a demi-artifact existence, and Ling Fei still held a piece of ten-thousand-year meteoric iron in his hand.

The captured people looked around at the surrounding wraiths with trembling fear, utterly unaware of what fate awaited them next.

Later on, the Supremes succumbed to the passage of time, choosing to slash themselves and hibernate within the restricted zones. To survive and lurk on, they severed all connections with the mortal world, including the Dao that resonated with the universe, transforming into Dark Supremes.

A figure dressed entirely in black, wearing glasses and a mask that concealed every inch of skin, stepped out from behind Riko to stand before Setsuna, bowing low in greeting and repeating Riko's request in their own words.

Meanwhile, the combat power and teleportation ability displayed by Hao Fang were equally eye-catching.

Thus, the course of action became crystal clear: as long as the misunderstanding could be clarified, all problems would be effortlessly resolved.

With a clanging sound, Yang Qifeng drew the three-foot-long sword hanging at his waist. With a single sweep, he slashed toward the person who had just spoken. The blade traced a graceful arc through mid-air and accurately struck the man's neck.

Because this was entirely the mess Tony had needlessly stirred up, how could Thor, accustomed to a peaceful life on Earth, possibly not be furious?

Aura erupted, and slaughter could be seen everywhere across the battlefield. A youth dared to use the sharp blade in his hand to sever a head, but before a smile could even form on his lips, he was pierced through the heart by an arrow from an enemy behind him, only for that same enemy to be stabbed by a soldier and fall onto the blood-stained earth.

Xiao Zhan released several more videos, all of which featured explosions and appeared fiercely combative.

Lin Qiyuan reiterated, assuring Xiao Zhan that he would not go back on his word; two hundred million meant two hundred million.

Seeing that the secret guards still wore grave expressions, Shen Wei said, "If you truly feel uneasy, Dark One, take this token and borrow some manpower from the Prefect of Tongzhou." She herself did not mind, but what about her aunt, her cousin, and the various maidservants and matrons? Especially her aunt—her grandfather was still waiting, and she could not afford to let her suffer even the slightest scrape under her watch.

He naturally knew that the other party was utilizing him, treating him as a mere blade. Yet as long as he could exact revenge on Zhao Wangsun, Yi San did not care in the slightest.

Amidst this brief silence, the murmuring crowd gradually stirred once more, their chattering voices never straying far from He Hao and his subordinate generals.

Meanwhile, Xie Mingpu was kneeling with his wife and younger sister inside the Xie family ancestral hall, paying respects before his biological mother's spirit tablet.

The two exchanged glances and smiled faintly, both well aware that the other's words were insincere. At that moment, Wulingguan hurried into the Hall of Miraculous Mist, stepping forward to report, but upon seeing Supreme Lord Laozi present, he instantly sealed his lips.

The next moment, no less than seven zombies climbed onto the humming transformer. Their bodies were immensely robust, rivaling even zealots. Their uniform bald heads bulged with black veins, and their massive, bronze-hued eyes glowed with terrifying nocturnal phosphorescence in the dark.