46 Starvation Weeds

It turned out that the Black Rock Demon Emperor had mistakenly believed that the Solitary Ghost had embezzled the ancient secret treasure, and had specifically come to make threats and demands.

"If you know what's good for you, hand over all the treasures, seal your own cultivation, and follow this old man back to the all-reaching Chamber of Commerce. Otherwise, this old man will take your head to meet the President!" Lu Quan's words were filled with killing intent, and the surrounding air instantly chilled.

That Fang Nanyang's body shook violently, truly as if executing a shifting-shadows-and-displacements technique, flashing past Crimson Makeup and arriving right beside Qi Hao, raising his hand to strike with a palm.

"As for what this Luan bird actually is, Big Brother Chang'an, you naturally know. However, after so many years, wanting to know the whereabouts of the Luan bird's inner core is simply impossible!" Regarding this, Crimson Makeup actually only knew this much.

Old Master Duan nodded slightly, leisurely walking up to the gambling table, his fingers flicking the dice on the table. Those hands were as white as jade, clean and strong, with a jasper ring worn on the ring finger. With a gentle flick of his fingers against the dice, the dice seemed to gain a spiritual nature, becoming lively and agile at his fingertips.

Cheng Gang had also watched the entire press conference from the company; he hadn't expected Qin Ming to resolve this matter with such effortless mastery.

"Enough, it's already quite remarkable that you, a man, possess such immensely profound power now. As for me, I've simply been cultivating diligently all these years. If I didn't have the New Moon Sword Technique to protect me, I wouldn't be your match either," Chu Yue smiled.

The people from the All-Heaven Chamber of Commerce retreated, but the higher-ups of the Divine Martial Sect still gathered together to discuss subsequent matters.

Three huge mouths roared simultaneously, and three dark red rays of light, as thick as an adult's thigh, shot out at the same time, rapidly merging during their advance into an even thicker beam of light.

"No, I must say, he ought to know." Peony affectionately grasped Xie Bing's hand, speaking of the reason why Xie Bing lost his battle qi.

Who would have thought that Zhen Shifeng not only failed to shrink back even an inch, but instead became even more arrogant and domineering, his momentum practically overwhelming.

The middle-aged man could no longer maintain his composure. Fear filled his heart, and reality shattered his spirit. The negative psychological impact brought by the unknown was far more terrifying than one could imagine; he could neither beg for mercy nor struggle, and the ultimate result was—submission.

The Wuwu, which had still held a shred of hope, felt the freshly ignited flame in its heart extinguish once more as it listened to the Soul-Devouring Dao, and could not help feeling somewhat dejected.

"Shopkeeper, I am certainly not your master. If you have any matters, you should speak to this Lord Ling instead." A trace of a helpless smile flashed across the face of the somewhat pale-faced youth. The pallor on his face vanished the moment he spoke, revealing his starry brows, sword-like eyes, and strikingly handsome features.

Yet at this very moment, the monster standing right before our eyes completely defied all our cognition.

After approaching Chang'an, Huang Liangsheng had not expected that his vulgar words would fail to achieve the purpose of courting attention and making a spectacle, but instead brought trouble upon himself.

The airwave struck many of the trees on Guiyuan Mountain, directly snapping them in half.

On the other hand, seeing that Feng Ge had developed a sense of awe toward his power, the Death Butcher put away his offensive stance. In fact, he still held a sliver of sympathy for humanity and other races oppressed by the undead clan. As to why he was assisting the Spirit King, he surely had his unspeakable reasons.

Otherwise, if it were like Xiao Chen's master, the divine doctor Xiao, having spent such a long time together, it would certainly be very easy to tell who was real and who was fake.

Following Xiao Chen's instructions, she went to the Xibao examination room in the hospital's Western medicine department to have an X-ray taken, and then waited for the results.

He collapsed face-first onto the ground, clutching his mouth in agony. Lowering his head to look, he saw a pool of blood on the floor and felt a wave of despair: It's over, I didn't knock my front teeth out from the fall, did I?

"Where is Qingcheng? Why am I here?" Lan Qing asked like a madman, trying to pull out the intravenous needle on his hand, only to be slapped back to obedience by Ye Chen.

In fact, the water was fed through two pipes: one led in high-temperature hot spring water, and the other introduced low-temperature mountain spring water. Once the high-temperature and low-temperature waters mixed, the temperature became just right. On the other side, there was also a drainage pipe, which made this hot spring pool much cleaner than others elsewhere.

The Azure Dragon flew for a while and prepared to land, but right as it attempted to descend, it met with Doudou's fierce resistance.

Right at this moment, Dong Jianchun's sword and Huang Shaoze's steel fork arrived as well. Zhao Qiankun had no choice but to scoop up Xuelian in his arms, leap backward to dodge, and jump straight off the viewing platform down into the plaza.

Not just cars, but on the streets one could even see tall, human-operated robots wielding gigantic firearms and walking on two legs. Their joints were flexible and powerful, and with every step, the sound of gears meshing inside their bodies could be heard, accompanied by steam puffing from the tops of their heads.

Such a powerhouse could destroy him with the flick of a finger; how could he possibly hold out for the time it takes to burn a stick of incense?

Thanks to the bribes paid in silver, Qiao Linzi's condition could be said to be among the best of all the prisoners.

Until Chen Ming left, I sat on the living room sofa with a dark face and crossed arms, contemplating the matter of separating from him.

"She merely suspected me, why feel so vexed..." You Lanmu muttered under his breath, slowly closing his exhausted eyes.

After three more rounds of disbanding and regrouping, the squad's speed visibly improved, leaving even Hou Ruoting somewhat surprised by these people's transformation. Meanwhile, Wan Peng's most proficient combat-stimulation method proved effective once again: Cheng Mo led three hundred men and knocked down all five hundred opponents within five rounds, causing the training enthusiasm of these men to soar once again.

Now seeing Zhao Su again, Wanwan naturally had no intention of proactively stepping forward to greet her, yet precisely in the final second before she withdrew her gaze, she locked eyes with Zhao Su dead on.