Volume 1, Chapter 37: Startling the Richest Man, Things Have Escalated!

I cannot simply draw a circle here and dig three feet deep to see if I can find those underground ruins, can I? Qian Renxue pouted. She had been living in the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, posing as the real Xue Qinghe, for many years. She had endured far too much of the court's treacherous infighting and felt that her brother was nothing more than a child who never grew up, utterly ignorant of the allure of power.

Chen Hai spoke while producing a talisman. A faint aura covered the paper, within which the phantom of an Essence-Devouring Tapir could be seen drifting.

After saying it, he immediately regretted it. He felt the song was too low-brow and feared that only construction workers would enjoy listening to it.

"Do you all really believe that what Viscount Sax said is the whole truth?" the captain suddenly asked.

"Then... might you please explain?" Riley resumed his previous gentle smile as he asked Fred.

Zhong Peng looked at Ma Haha, who now looked ashen, the blood spilling from his mouth a deep, dark black.

After listening to Shang Fuhai finish his piece, Xu Jinxu did not rush to pat his chest with empty promises, nor did he talk about how to prove himself; talking would just be a waste of breath, as words meant nothing in this situation.

"Chairman Shang, you've arrived." Just as he reached the ground floor of the Baofei Group office building, he ran into Zhang Zheng, who had also just arrived.

Xuanweizi sat at the edge of the bed, surrounded by dozens of young men in white robes. Almost every one of them was handsome, their white garments fluttering with graceful, elegant postures and distinguished manners; they were clearly all disciples of Xuanweizi.

I took out my phone and sent a text to Toad, then headed out with 27. I glanced at the second floor of the company, then at the building across the street, and shook my head.

According to Liu Wei, on the night of the incident, Yang Jie left her phone in the supermarket. After the mall closed at nine, she returned, hoping to retrieve it. She found Liu Wei, who was on duty that night, and tried to persuade him to make an exception.

No matter how much she changed, the only things that remained constant were her compassionate eyes and her earnest demeanor, which left no room to doubt her sincerity; it was far more than just a politician's performance.

The golden-haired youth’s gaze flickered. He swept a glance over the four giants, flicked his sleeves, turned, and flew toward the territory of the Nether Shadow Clan.

However, they all knew there was no other way. If anyone was to blame, it was the Holy See for its inflated ambitions and its delusion of stirring up war once again.

Faced with the enemy's predatory glare, she paid no heed, instead responding with even more vicious talismans and spells. Fortunately, she had plenty of high-level talismans in her collection to draw upon; otherwise, at the rate she was burning through them, she would have long since run out of supplies.

Having restrained one, she immediately pulled out the Profound Snow Bow. She stunned another, and then it was just a matter of slowly finishing them off.

With torches held high, Li Dong could clearly see the state of Qian Xing and the others. The Scout Troop had extremely strict standards for military discipline, yet Qian Xing and his men now looked like beggars—their clothes were wrinkled and dirty, they reeked of sweat, and they were all unkempt and disheveled.

Afterward, Xiao Ziqing suggested many dates related to numbers, but none of them matched. She couldn't help but feel a bit dejected. If the password had nothing to do with any realistic data, then it was truly a disaster. Could it be that when Feng Jingxuan set the password, he really chose one that had absolutely no connection to himself at all?

"Where I go is none of your business, Guan. You didn't care six years ago, and six years later, you have even less right to," Gu Meng replied coldly.

It was no secret that Xiao Wushu had defected to the Qin King of the Jin Kingdom, and the Qin King and the Emperor of Jin were currently at daggers drawn. With such things being said, everyone present harbored their own ulterior motives.

Zhu Fugui was livid, as this was truly the final entry threshold. Six companies had already finalized a twenty-billion development budget to qualify as candidates.

In fact, some people had arrived early, just like Hua Kuian, and many wanted to go further ahead to welcome Zhao Fuxin, including Zhao Fuxin's eldest uncle, Zhao Changbao. However, upon arriving, they found the Prefect there and had no choice but to step back.

"Damn it, Guan Chenji's phone is off! If I could find him, do you think I'd be coming to you?" Du Yelin roared.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Zhao Xingchen struck the three Red-Card men in the same manner, shattering their energy centers. They clutched their stomachs and rolled on the ground, having lost all ability to fight.

Whether he took a sedan chair or not—what did it have to do with her? Yet, these words had slipped out as if by instinct, leaving her heart trembling slightly.

As he spoke, he took out a purse containing some gold, a reward for Zhou Ying's intelligence this time.

The group dared not delay and immediately climbed up the trees using their ropes, finding a hidden spot to conceal themselves.

Ling Jing looked at Li Wuxin indifferently, a soft smile hidden in his eyes, as if tacitly approving of her behavior.

How could Vāsudeva I not notice this strange situation? Arrogant as he was, he was about to order Kadefei to engage in battle, but he was stopped by Taige. After repeated persuasion from the ministers, he reluctantly gave up remote control. The clouds of war seemed to dissipate all at once.

"It must be that No. 55 turned it several times while checking them one by one. It should be at the top now!" Qin Yamei said.

Under the constant urging of Yu Huiying, Xing Luo braced himself and led Yu Huiying along the route he had walked countless times before.

"That is excellent. Take care, both of you." After saying this, Tian You flicked his large sleeve, and the fish-tail bone flipped into the air, transforming into a surging, undulating tide.

In Gao Yue's eyes, the scene was entirely different: the black currents at the center of the formation split into hundreds of strands, twisting like giant pythons as they encroached upon Ye Zilu's direction. Thousands of golden rays, like fine needles or a rain of arrows, shot toward a certain spot.

Although I clearly stated that I killed the Fusang people, the arrangement of this ending is still somewhat unsatisfactory. After all, this was Xing Luo's first time killing, and to kill so many people all at once—logically speaking, it is somewhat improbable.