Chapter 32

As for Snake Five, his ability lies in manifesting darkness and conjuring illusions, plunging his enemies into a boundless abyss of terror. Through these phantasms and the fear they instill, he dispatches his targets without the slightest effort. One might call him a night-stalking assassin in the dark, claiming lives in total silence.

With a single movement, he gripped the Halberd of the Heavenly Heavens. The previous tremors ceased, and a surge of immense power flooded his body, accompanied by a formidable reactive force.

"Then let us create an opportunity to test this Lightning Demon. The Pharaoh’s strength is unfathomable, so we must bide our time. I believe the moment has arrived. Let’s get out of the car and head in." Having said this, Ye Fei took Lu Yulan by the hand, opened the doors, and stepped out.

Upon hearing the news, Kamii Hikio was immediately delighted. He had been fretting that if he were too slow, it would be difficult to deal with Ye Fei once he successfully landed. Now, with the Majia gang providing support to intercept, he no longer feared losing his quarry.

When the various bosses took the cups, they discovered that they did not have the cold feel of ordinary vessels; rather, they felt rounded and smooth, possessing a texture akin to human skin. More importantly, when chilled wine was poured into them, it warmed up within moments.

"Dongfang Zhan of the Fourth-Rank Eastern Immortal Sect. Did you hear that? This is a Fourth-Rank Immortal Sect, while yours is merely a Second-Rank." Dongfang Zhan announced his background, his tone imbued with immense arrogance. As a member of a Fourth-Rank sect, he considered himself vastly superior to those from the second rank.

From now on, all commercial trade for their nation would be entrusted entirely to the Q-Nation business delegation to manage.

Su Jing’s expression changed drastically; realizing his dagger had been blocked by something, he quickly withdrew and retreated. But Teng Ye had been waiting for this fleeting instant. A green light flickered at his fingertips, and several vines erupted from the ground, tightly binding Su Jing’s ankles.

"Auntie Wu, is my father home?" Upon seeing Auntie Wu emerge, Chen Mengting bounced over to greet her, pulling on her arm with a playful grin.

Then, with a thunderous roar that shook the heavens, nine ferocious blood-colored dragons materialized out of thin air. Like divine serpents churning the sea, they raced and coiled around the raging purple fire barrier, letting out periodic, earth-shaking bellows.

Le Xue dashed into the lobby of the Century Dynasty Hotel, and Song Qingqing, who had been waiting in the guest lounge, immediately hurried over to meet her.

"That won't be necessary." No sooner had Sima Hong finished speaking than a majestic voice echoed from outside the door, followed by a middle-aged man of about fifty who strode into the room.

To be honest, this was not a situation Arsenal wished to see; they were deeply unhappy with the team being in such a crisis. Although they had managed to defeat Tottenham Hotspur in the previous league round, everyone knew that victory had been a fluke. Arsenal could not expect to escape from the jaws of death every single time.

What did he mean by the whole world knowing he was in Su Xiuqing’s room? No wonder the phone calls kept flooding his mobile, and no wonder even Old Fu had called.

Although the media had long known that the ratings for this year’s Grammys had been crushed by the concert of Chen from the Z-Nation, no one could have believed the defeat would be so humiliating.

Hearing this from Gou Chen, Wang Yuetian offered a faint smile but gave no response. In truth, the reason Wang Yuetian had asked Gou Chen to do so much was not out of cruelty or a thirst for slaughter.

"Pass on my military order: the day is drawing to a close, so the army will camp outside the city walls for the night. Anyone who enters the city without authorization to disturb the common folk shall be beheaded!" Liu Long did not wish to unsettle the city’s residents; since they were staying only for the night, it made no difference whether they were inside or outside the walls.

True, the media has the right to report the news, but when their reports are patently false, it constitutes journalistic infringement. Although such infringement might occur daily, especially in the entertainment sections—what would reporters eat if they didn’t infringe?—no one truly took these so-called infringements to heart.

At that moment, a deafening roar erupted in the sky, and the entire Earth trembled under the massive impact, emitting a series of mournful groans.

"Or perhaps the fact that he has no background or status isn't necessarily a bad thing for you, don't you think?" Hearing this final remark over the receiver, Yi Xia was left listening to the dial tone, her expression instantly turning conflicted.

If anyone could have seen the interior of Tian Sheng’s body at that moment, they would have discovered that the water energy from the surrounding lake was forming several blue pillars of energy, which, like a thousand streams returning to their source, were all rushing eagerly into the Azure Heaven Realm within him.

"Actually, I have a plan that could compel the Heaven-Bestowed Emperor to agree to us reclaiming the business in Beixuan," Yun Xian said in a low voice.

"Your struggles are meaningless." A scythe radiating an eerie light emerged from thin air, sweeping across the bodies of the Mist Ninjas, and the battle was over.

The Qi Demon Stronghold that had stood before them was now completely gone. Neither the gates nor the peculiar structures remained; there was not a single trace of human presence left on the entire mountain.

On the edge of the Turbulent Lands, upon a Gobi desert filled with towering stone pillars, Raymond finally encountered his lifelong nemesis, Li Cha. Yet, today, he was not the protagonist.

He always remained wary of Yi Yang and Yi Mei. After all, these two girls were outsiders, not of the Han people, but from the desolate wilderness; one could never feel entirely at ease with them. Qin Mingyue firmly believed that those not of his race would inevitably harbor different hearts; they could never be regarded as one of his own.

Recalling this man, and then thinking of Yun Ci who had passed away six years ago, Chuxiu could not tell what she was feeling in her heart. She felt she had failed both men and could no longer devote herself entirely to either.