Chapter 44: A Bottleneck? I Have a Brilliant Plan

Ever since Ling Yu withdrew from the Global Games at the last moment, every single move he made had been placed under a microscope.

Even when he was occasionally spotted and photographed getting a haircut, netizens would relentlessly scold him for not deeply reflecting on his shame and striving to do better, yet having the leisure to style his hair—speculating that he was planning to pivot to an idol career to cash in.

Xu Ying looked at Ling Yu before her. His mental state appeared exceptionally poor, with his brows and eyes shrouded in profound gloom.

Even standing beneath the blinding desert sun at this moment, it felt as though there was a layer of invisible mist...

"At this point, I suppose the venerable saints are already capable of making a decision..." Meanwhile, the silent Elder Kuang kept his gaze fixed upon the cyan-figured youth on the decisive battle stage, a myriad of thoughts flashing through his mind.

In any case, their cooperation was solely for the purpose of finding the Heart of the World, and they would inevitably turn on each other sooner or later. Nie Yun could not be bothered to waste words with the other party, raising his head to look at the Blazing Heaven Beast King.

Meng Xiong's combat experience was exceptionally rich nowadays, naturally making him incomparable to Lin Feiyun. In just a split second, Lin Feiyun's Rhinoceros Sword was completely deflected by Meng Xiong.

Jiang Li's mind suddenly cleared as he recalled how, in ancient times on Earth, profound cultivators would contemplate for a long time until, upon a sudden flash of insight on a certain day, they would acquire divine abilities—summoning winds and calling for rain, scattering beans to create soldiers, and commanding the thunder.

This was purely a matter of possessing great atmospheric fortune. Although Jiang Li was capable of wielding fortune, he always adapted to situations spontaneously, never plundered the fortune of others, nor deliberately cultivated anyone else. The fortunes of Hong Heiyu, Meng Zhiyao, Luo Feng, Dahai, Hua Liudao, and the others were all born from their own miraculous encounters.

The condensation of primordial vital energy—this was something only achievable at the seventh rank of Heavenly Impulse. Yet Fang Yun had accomplished it all while merely at the third rank of Heavenly Impulse.

The airship pressed forward at full speed, practically reaching its maximum kinetic energy. It was clear that Beluti was still worried the Holy Emperor might pursue them.

Of course, karmic retribution. Although there were certain methods to resolve and dissolve it, the fear was that in the future, it would accumulate to an increasingly severe degree, unleashing a terrifyingly destructive force when the true great tribulation erupted. But that was a matter of the distant future. For now, they could only deal with the burning urgency at hand, tending solely to the present; matters of the future would be settled in the future.

With a sharp shout, four fine steeds pulled a magnificent carriage from the opposite direction, blocking the paths of Fang Yun and Marquis Zhongxin. No sooner had it stopped than a footman clad in brocaded garments, whose extraordinary background was instantly apparent, leaped down from the carriage.

The Dugu Family and the God of War Palace would each produce a Saint-grade weapon; Dongfang Wei could accept this, and Dugu Mei could accept it as well. Naturally, neither Dugu Mei nor Dongfang Wei had any intention of presenting their own Saint-grade weapons to "Dugu Cang."

Following the contract verification, Guo Yi convened a senior executive meeting to announce that everything would proceed as usual. Although the scale of Chengyu Chemical was much larger than New Concept Advertising and Chengyu Daily Chemical, as a manufacturing enterprise with a relatively singular product line, as long as its technological core remained unbroken, there would not be any major issues.

Such a drastic shift in the rebel tactics immediately captured Shen Chongming's attention. Without a second thought, he issued a command ordering all subordinate generals to arrange their current affairs and assemble to discuss matters of great importance.

Liu Tao produced a USB flash drive and placed it on the table. The moment Wu ZhaoHua laid eyes on it, a wave of shock washed over him—wasn't this his own flash drive? Aside from some of his work documents, it contained every single production process and formula he had prepared to take away with him.

"No way, what if you're trying to trick me? We're going in together." Bearing it all the same, Xiong Dabiao grabbed Xiao Pengcheng and strode resolutely inside.

The routine pre-battle pep talk was naturally the responsibility of the commanding general, Shen Chongming. The commanding platform had already been completed by the previous night, and a troop of three thousand meticulously selected elite soldiers of the Three Thousand Camps sat atop their warhorses, waiting before the platform, ready for Lord Shen's address to be conveyed to the entire army.

"Just what kind of person is this fellow, and what sort of secret technique does he practice, to actually grow stronger with every battle!" Watching the moment the skeletal dragon was slain by Ye Canxue, Golden Dragon felt anxiety already burning fiercely within his heart.