Chapter 37: My Lord, I Said You Are Difficult to Please

Leng Zheyu did not know how he had walked out of the inpatient ward, nor how he had made it out of the hospital. He simply wandered aimlessly around the plaza outside, circle after circle, his vacant, dazed expression making him appear to others like a fool who possessed nothing but a handsome face.

Tens of millions of years had passed. Depleted of energy and confidence, and burdened by death, fear, and dread, he no longer dared to make another charge or compete with the mortals of this era.

Brother Long had no intention of stopping; he rained punch after punch onto Qi Feng’s stomach.

However, ordinary people were not qualified to purchase goods from the Wang family, so Lin Tianyou’s ability to bring back a box of Sanyang Grass truly caught her by surprise.

The next morning, when Jian Muxi went to her room to retrieve a change of clothes, she discovered that the bed showed no signs of having been slept in.

Two guards entered. One pinned the servant’s arms from behind, while the other picked up a cup, pinched the servant’s cheeks, and prepared to force the contents into his mouth.

The tiger claw struck Lin Tianyou’s chest, instantly shattering into dust as if glass had collided with hard rock.

Although they had known each other for so long, she still felt that Han Chudong’s life was unreal; it was certainly not the kind of ordinary existence she was familiar with.

"Truly formidable," Wu Yuansong remarked. Space and time were the most terrifying and mysterious powers. Once Wu Ruoqian mastered the power of space, his combat strength would undoubtedly be among the best, and he might even earn the title of invincible among his peers.

Mother Gu was clearing the dishes, and Gu Xijin was wiping the table in the outer room. Hearing this from Elder Gu, she could not help but sneer inwardly.

Gu Jianfan stood by, holding an umbrella for Qiao Yan-yi as they walked along the road, looking as though he might even start fanning her if he could.

When an Emperor-tier expert is enraged, the heavens darken. The weather, which had been drizzling, turned into a raging storm the moment Dongfang Bubai grew angry.

Qiao Yan-yi said something else, causing the other woman’s expression to freeze instantly, her heart even suffering a jolt.

Outside the courtyard, three tall, green-eyed toads rolled their giant eyeballs within the clouds of spiritual mist, opening their mouths wide to inhale the pure spiritual energy.

The Hanging Sword was merely sword intent, yet within that intent resided a wisp of the master’s consciousness. This consciousness came from beyond the heavens, and only Chang Sheng, who also did not belong to this world, could perceive it.

The disciple in charge of these affairs looked particularly grim, mistakenly believing that upon arriving here, Gu Xijin was about to go back on her word.

Lu Wen had thoughtfully prepared some chilled porridge, intending to bring it to Gu Xiaoran and his wife to help them escape the heat. However, just as she reached out to push the door open, she saw the two of them tangled together, inseparable.

As for Gu Yan, because they were related, Gu Manman felt a complex mix of dislike and indifference toward her.

"I will prove to that old man Odin that he is wrong and I am right!" Hela gritted her teeth.

These six weapons were all top-tier Earth-element divine artifacts. Perhaps only the legendary "Main Divine Artifacts" possessed by the supreme gods of the main realm could suppress them.

They were busy hammering away at the metal blocks before them, their expressions so focused and earnest that it seemed as if there were nothing more important in the world.

Liu Chengyin, however, felt bewildered by his gestures, unable to comprehend how Qin Luo could determine the direction based on a tree stump.

Hearing the mountain-shaking support for Xia Yue, Qin Luo did not relax; his nerves remained taut, his gaze fixed on the four prisoner carts.

When the first part of the statement was heard, the officers broke into an uproar, but upon hearing the latter part, the ministers’ faces lit up with joy.

"I don't know," Li Hai said, shrugging just as Yan Kuo had done earlier. With a backhand grip on his lightning spear, and just as Luo Yanshan and Yan Kuo began to look disappointed, he flicked his wrist with lightning speed. The spear shot out like an arrow released from a string, whistling toward a nearby tree trunk.

She remained calm, pulling Jiang Han’s hand as she stepped back to clear the narrow corridor for them.

Even the matter she had originally intended to use dinner to press her third brother about was pushed to the side.

Luo Yufeng stepped forward quickly and swung his sword. With a series of clanging sounds and sparks flying, he knocked away all thirty-six of Granny Hua-tong’s hidden weapons.

However, things had to be done one at a time. One cannot eat hot tofu in a hurry; it was best to handle the immediate matters first.

The space inside seemed vast. When the seawater poured in, there was no echo of waves crashing against walls; instead, there was a strange silence, as if the interior were completely hollow.

Unfortunately, the fire was too intense, and the firefighting tools were inadequate. Not only did they fail to extinguish the flames, but the fire grew even more ferocious.

In that instant, every living creature in the underground dark city involuntarily knelt and prostrated themselves, and the auction house was instantly reduced to a pile of ruins.

Luo Shufen was merely an A-list celebrity; how could she possibly know a titan like Yan Zhengwei? And judging by the situation, it seemed Yan Zhengwei was even willing to show her respect.

Putting everything else aside, this attitude alone was impeccable for any business partner.

Tens of thousands of coffins appeared before their eyes. These were all the coffins accumulated since the founding of the Martial Arts Holy Land, containing the remains of countless disciples who had once dominated the continent.

His subordinates finally reacted. Two grandmasters and dozens of armed bodyguards surrounded the room, leaving no gaps for escape.

Brother Lei crashed heavily outside the door. Struck by dual waves of pain, he could no longer endure it and finally passed out.

Looking at the pitch-black city gate, thirty-some soldiers stood in formation, guarding the entrance. The eight gates of the outer city were garrisoned by a mixed battalion, most of whom were recruits from among the survivors.