Chapter 34

Liu Huan possessed a penchant for fine food, strong managerial skills, a meticulous eye for detail, and a foundational understanding of finance—all traits that aligned perfectly with Tang Juexiao’s requirements.

"This 'Phantom Shadow Step,' when mastered, can manifest a total of one hundred and eight illusions including the original body. However, to deal with you, eighty-one will suffice." Qing Ci stared intently into An Ruoyue’s eyes; though the words were provocative, his smile lacked even a hint of disdain.

The Tatara woman wept uncontrollably, and the Fourth Master’s body had suffered a heavy blow.

Hua Qingcheng witnessed the man’s terrified expression clearly. She did not know what was wrong with her; she only felt a severe headache and an oppressive tightness in her chest, as if she were a mortal long plagued by illness, forced to helplessly endure the torment of a disease for which no medicine could provide a cure.

During the New Year, the Xiao family set off fireworks that others could only dream of obtaining. By now, everyone understood that their ability to witness such a spectacle was entirely due to the grace of Xiao Yao.

NetEase agreed to lend personnel to Tang Juexiao for farming and cattle raising, while Lei Jun decided to experiment with developing offline physical stores. Tang Juexiao’s track record of keeping his word over the years had already garnered him widespread trust.

She had someone make two fabric straps, similar to modern car seatbelts, to bind her in place, then placed two cushions on either side.

The process of extracting the elven bloodline went smoothly. Thanks to the chip, Adeir had not been idle over the past six months and had already researched the method for purifying Moon Elf blood.

"Very well, we shall not disturb the conversation between the Senior and the Asura King." Hui Gu looked at Luo Fan and Cang Wang with a complex expression, then nodded helplessly.

Liu Suifeng’s face was dark and murderous; Su Wanyue still wore a look of resentment, yet deep in her eyes, a flicker of curiosity emerged. Zhang Mingkai stared blankly at the void above.

As Yan Xing’s army returned, the vultures feasting in the piles of corpses were startled and took to the sky, circling incessantly and letting out discordant cries.

If he had been in Zhou Longfei’s position, he would have had no way to cope, let alone sustain it for so long.

Even those unaware of the chill harbored by the warriors of the Heavenly Realm knew the name of the Black-Clad Demonic Sect; it was, without a doubt, the most notorious demonic force in the Saint Origin World.

He was surprised. Africa was not a peaceful place, and with European powers intervening, it would only become more chaotic.

Naturally, the company employees remained oblivious to what had happened the night before. However, the staff in the finance department were surprised that both the director and the manager were absent. Some gossiping employees assumed they had secretly gone off to engage in some "unspoken rules" together, so no earth-shattering drama was suspected.

However, although the European region was Ailete’s territory, the Dark Web had used the operation to purge the Demon Eye to infiltrate and reorganize Europe. In a clash between the two, it was unclear who would emerge victorious; one excelled in force, the other in intelligence, and neither lacked funding.

As he finished speaking, Su Zhenbang’s aura soared into the sky. The clouds above were instantly scattered by this majestic pressure, revealing a bright moon.

"Boss Mo! What on earth is going on?" After a pause, a steady middle-aged man nearby asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"The one who has come to kill you! You may call me Shi A!" The newcomer reached out and slowly drew the sword from his back.

To surpass the master and reach a higher level of cultivation, Sun Wukong made a far-sighted and wise choice: he chose to infuse his reincarnation soul into a human body.

He felt secretly frustrated. He had been trying to act cool and haggle, only to be undercut by Chu Yaoyao. He would have to train her well later—when Brother Mo is haggling, don't interrupt.

It was late, but the weather remained sweltering. I emerged from the air-conditioned room, wishing I could return immediately. Yet, burdened by a heavy responsibility, I dared not slack off. The ice cream shop was not far, but with Shen Duo’s powerful aura beside me, the journey felt exceptionally long.

This scene made Gu Qingcheng and Fan Xiaohong’s hearts leap into their throats, their faces turning pale. After all, the intruders were targeting them, but now they were about to beat Qian Feng instead.

Returning home, seeing Shen Duo’s awkward expression, I leaned over, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him.

From a distance, one could not see their features clearly, but their distinguished bearing suggested they were not a servant, but the master of the house.

Zhao Gao and the others looked at Hao Shimin with curiosity, all wondering when the human reinforcements would arrive.

The massive ice block suddenly shattered, and as the cold air raged, Ma Sanzhi burst forth. Without an extra movement, he punched the giant hammer away and kicked aside the incoming massive hand of Wang Haiyue.

Upon hearing this and observing the situation, Xuanyuan Jing acted decisively, drawing blood from his own heart to write along the path indicated by the Moon Spirit Incense.

During this time, Cai Feifei and the others mentioned that a mummy had been unearthed in the Lop Nur Desert—a general clad in golden armor, an extremely precious find, which was recently brought to Hanghai City for exhibition.

Qitada Yoko spoke slowly; the most important thing now was to pacify everyone’s emotions.

Suddenly, the river surged again, and the riverbed dropped significantly. Sheng Wu threw something into the water—I heard two dull thuds, though I could not tell if they were stones.

Liu Yue spoke with sincerity, but to Zhang Zhidong, these were nothing more than empty promises. After all, Liu Yue’s unperturbed demeanor made Zhang Zhidong hesitate to force a confrontation.

This ghostly entity definitely could not be exposed to the sun, or it might melt away—who would be held responsible? He claimed that ghosts were also alive, merely a different form of existence, and one shouldn't just go around killing them.

"Yes, Young Master." Sha Jin immediately instructed two sharp-witted guards to attend to the Young Master properly.

Previously, the nameless Taoist priest had imbued the bronze statue with magical power to temporarily suppress the evil spirit, but now it seemed the effect was lackluster.

"Hermes, our guests have arrived. Open the barrier and welcome them!" the great King of Gods commanded, his voice like thunder.

Big brother, do you even believe that yourself? Just a moment ago, this monster killed a crowd with a single stomp, and you say it can't kill us? Though lacking confidence, the members of the four great gangs had no choice; they couldn't just run away, could they? That would be too shameful for a man.

Walking to the door of the underground combat training room, Shi Lei zipped up his jacket and was about to push the door open when he suddenly remembered he had forgotten something.

Wu Yun’s hand, hidden beneath his sleeve, could not help but clench into a fist, his knuckles cracking as the veins on the back of his hand bulged. Under the candlelight, his face appeared as dark as ink.