Chapter 37

In the midst of a rugged, rock-strewn wilderness, the demon army under the command of the King of Arrogance marched at a steady pace.

Xu Mo felt speechless. If it weren't for the fact that such brainless things were being said, would he have given away a twenty-percent cut for nothing? This was supposed to be a transaction akin to paying respects and handing over protection money! It was a pity that the party meant to provide shelter refused to follow the "rules" and instead tried to seize his inn.

Deria stopped dwelling on such gossip; knowing now that Gao Chuan absolutely had the strength to play in the Italian Serie B was enough.

However, hindered by the fact that the plaza was still under the suppression of the Prophecy God’s statue, they had to desist, unable to resort to force.

After this battle, the Thunder Emperor finally understood that the powerful strength Rose had previously praised in Liu Yu was not mere flattery, but a genuine reality; this level of power had completely redefined the Thunder Emperor’s perception.

Having gone hungry for three full days, the other disciples couldn't help but feel a longing as they looked at the flatbread.

Come to think of it, although this wood-chopping knife looked crude, it was incredibly comfortable to use; the reason lay in the very reasonable distribution of its thickness and center of gravity.

He knew that more and more people would follow, and in order not to attract too much attention, he should change into normal clothes—there were no such conditions on the mountain, so he had to wrap various animal skins around himself; while they kept him warm, they were hardly proper attire.

Naturally, holy water with this kind of effect wouldn't deliver a finishing blow, but it was excellent for weakening the state of the undead.

Moreover, many folk singers were independent musicians, lacking even a decent entertainment agency.

This caused the trace of hesitation that had just risen in Han Jun’s heart to vanish into thin air. Their exclamation over the fifty thousand yuan even startled Jin Fang and Han Shipeng. Before they knew it, the two had gathered around Han Jun, listening together to what Zhu Peijiang was saying on the other end of the line.

Even so, the expression of Hades, King of the Abyss, barely twisted. What did it matter if there was pain? What suffering had Hades, King of the Abyss, not tasted before? This bit of pain was nothing more than an ant’s bite to him.

Zhao Ye, the culprit behind it all, stared at Ye Wudao as if he were a monster; could such a person actually be a freshman at Zhejiang University?

One of the energy signatures was fifteen times stronger than that of an ordinary person, yet the Star Alliance still failed to detect the ruse, choosing instead to pursue the fleeing fragment of will—which was twenty times stronger than an ordinary person—while completely ignoring this motionless mass of energy.

In the end, Zhao Qingsi, under the cover of Du Yu and his party, suddenly rushed out of the dance hall. The price for this was the bruised and battered faces of those four young scions. When they escaped to the street, they were shocked to find more than twenty young hoodlums already waiting at the entrance; as soon as they saw them, they dropped their cigarettes and surrounded them with sinister grins.

Liu Xiaoyu happened to be hungry, so he smiled and found an empty seat, then beckoned to the girl, Ye.

Their shoulders and backs were also stained with blood, though it was merely splattered from others; even their headscarves and hair were covered in it.

Of course, the consumption of mental energy was not a bad thing. According to the main brain, every training session, once Liu Xiaoyu’s mental strength was completely exhausted, became the optimal state for increasing his mental power.

"That’s right, President Xu. You hadn't arrived yet at that time!" Li Wei answered, looking at the somewhat serious expression on Xu Yang’s face with confusion.

There was certainly enough food. Of course, every local dog would not be without a large bone to gnaw on; this could be considered their bonus. Sweat...

Were these brothers drunk? People who usually mocked and ridiculed each other and couldn't stand the sight of one another had suddenly become so "harmonious"? This drinking was far too heartfelt, wasn't it? As expected, there was nothing that couldn't be solved by a banquet; and if there was, then two would do.

"Damn it! I finally know what it feels like to have knives falling from the sky. That bastard didn't even give a heads-up. Is he trying to get us killed?" Tsunade complained while clutching Red Boy.

Chris and the others were looking at An Fei with strange expressions because, in the past, all of An Fei’s expressions could generally be divided into three types: frowning, calm, and smiling, each representing a different meaning. This time, however, he seemed somewhat composed, and it was the first time they had ever seen him lose his composure.

The deeply regretful Feng Wuyai and Deng Zhanming, upon receiving the message from Wuyouzi, felt their minds stir. After giving instructions to the disciples of their respective sects, they mounted their immortal swords and rushed toward the Qilian Mountains.

Li Zong did not respond directly, saying instead, "It would be better to consult the two envoys on this matter." As he spoke, he carefully observed the subtle expressions on Zhang Yuan’s face.

It was not just Ancestor Longhuai; at this moment, the Butterfly Fairy and Ancestor Xiang also simultaneously intensified their respective offensives, attempting to alleviate the pressure on Lu Ping and allow him to dodge this strike from Daoist Peng.

"Reporting to the Commander, Gao Ruonan requests an audience." Just as the two were speaking, a soldier of the Heavenly Martial Army shouted from outside the door.

Ao Shuang shook his head. The vast world held countless strange people and bizarre events, especially as his own realm gradually rose; the things he saw and heard became increasingly extensive, and many things that originally seemed impossible had all come to pass one by one.

Now that he also knew Bai Yu practiced numerology, could it be that he had truly transcended the mortal world and become a god?

"It’s more interesting when friends gather together. When we achieve success in our cultivation, we can also gather like-minded friends; this way, we can look out for one another and not end up alone," Nanyuezi suddenly thought of something and suggested with a smile.

They didn't make any effort to lower their voices, so everyone around them heard every word they said clearly.

He had always believed that Nan Xing was a character created with him as the prototype; even though he had been denied once by "Descendant of the Dragon," he still didn't believe such a coincidence could exist in the world.

However, even if his older brother joined the military now, it was indeed quite early, and he could build up his seniority. But Chen Xunyang felt that, regardless, having a degree was still more important in the long run.