41. Do You Have a Superhero Registration Act Too?

After all, work was over for the day, and since it was already eight o'clock in the evening, it was time to head home.

After careful observation, Ouyang Jin could not hide his overwhelming joy and revealed what was on his mind. The other supreme elders nodded in succession, all agreeing with his perspective.

Third Uncle had found someone who looked quite formidable to help out. However, the moment that fellow arrived before the general, he instantly realized that this so-called general was none of other than the one who had woken him and his companions up, sending him flying into a rage.

The explosive charges that Lin Feng threw in the nick of time utterly decimated the members of the Flying Eagle Gang, leaving not a single one alive.

Watching Zhang Haotian stand up while holding that flower, the surrounding mist also began to slowly disperse.

He Zilan smiled and consented, still handing the sewing basket to Changpu to put away. Feeling the night chill settling in like water, she apologized to Ye Zhenzhen and returned to her room to add another layer of clothing.

He Zichai did not hold the same deep affection for the Xu family as Xu Changyou and Nanny Gao had imagined. His memories of his mother, Xu Xin, had long since blurred, let alone those names of people inscribed merely on ancestral tablets in the back hall.

Considering this, Li Xiufeng and the Hundred-Eye Sovereign had no choice but to refrain from acting rashly out of fear of what might be damaged. After pondering for a moment, they nodded in unison.

The vast majority of martial artists present had never laid eyes on an immortal artifact, let alone witnessed one taking lives, and possessed only vague conceptual notions of such treasures. As for the true extent of an immortal artifact's power, few truly knew, but the Dragon-Slaying Sword had now given everyone a vivid lesson.

The staff calmly reported the data one item after another. There was no need for ecstatic joy, nor for a racing heart—when such things happened to a deity, they were entirely normal.

Just as he was about to seek help from Lord Kongkong, he suddenly discovered that these people's objective was not to cause trouble, but rather to track the spatial fluctuation coordinates intentionally left behind by Kongkong Mie. Consequently, these people had arrived.

Having vented his madness for a while, Qin Yibai finally released a trace of his evil fire, feeling somewhat more at ease inside. He turned to look at Boss Ma and the other two, letting out a chucking laugh.

Just then, Mie, who claimed to be the Sovereign of Luofu, let out a startled "oh" and stood up to look toward the battlefield.

What do you mean? Lin Wanrong was overjoyed, only to see that Ning Yushen had already brushed him aside and retreated into the room early on.

For a moment, Qin Yibai pushed his Void Escape and Divine Movement technique to the absolute limit, holding nothing back. He knew very well that if he were to fall into the hands of this Ghost Mother, death would probably be a luxury. Therefore, executing his void escape almost without a single pause, he blinked and bolted over a hundred miles away in the span of a breath.

Even a top-tier Earth-stage expert like Feiyun, once completely petrified, would be finished. Of course, there was a certain rate of recovery, but continuous petrification would inevitably outpace the recovery speed.

Lancelot led the players of the Knights of Light and the Wind God Transport Team to hold the Giant Tree Alliance, while the Wind God Legion retreated. Meanwhile, Li Feng led the newly re-equipped Dark Knights and the Orc Legion to rush to the rescue of the Shattering Wolf.

Coupled with the fact that the doorways of every household were piled with the withered bones and remains of humans and beasts, while the entire world was awash in a bloody hue, a terrifying and gloomy atmosphere was naturally created.

Chu Ye was dumbfounded by the numbers on the screen. As someone who had never spent more than a thousand yuan, suddenly seeing such a massive sum naturally came as a bit of a shock. It was precisely because of this that Chu Ye finally understood why martial artists were among the wealthiest professionals.

After washing her whole body clean, she dragged her sore and limp body and threw herself straight onto the large bed.

Luo Qinglai put away the sect master's token, smiled and waved her hand, then greeted Mo Jianchen and the demon god true monarch as they stepped across the mountain gate and set foot upon the territory of the Hunyuan Sect.

Grand Tutor Fu was also quite satisfied with Sun Rui's considerations; after all, Sun Rui was the most prominent among the various princes, a fact no one could deny.

"Please rest assured, Senior Saint of Thieves, this junior will certainly do my utmost. May this junior be allowed to pay my respects to your esteemed wife first?" Qin Yi'er said to the Saint of Thieves.

During his idle times, Father Yuan shoved him into a military academy as an instructor to drill the newly enrolled freshmen.

Hearing this, Chu Ye had a sudden epiphany. He hadn't expected the Martial Arts Tournament to be structured this way; it seemed his worldly experience was still far too limited. However, Chu Ye believed that his experience would continue to grow with the passage of time.

The golden pillar of light soared to the heavens, while nine spatial engraved patterns hovered in mid-air. Under normal circumstances, with everyone's strength, it would have been effortless to reach them in just ten breaths of time. However, hindered by the interference of the blood fiend aura and the bone-chilling cold, their progress was severely delayed, to the extent that every step could be called arduous.

Leaving aside the General's Manor, even the old capital of the Xu family's business ventures was about to be laid bare and discussed in public. Most fatally, the Xu family's reputation had been severely tarnished.

"Earlier, these spirit-medium disciples reeked entirely of weasel. If they don't belong to the Huang family, whose family could they possibly be?" Du Meng said with a surprised smile.

"This... I'm afraid that wouldn't be appropriate. I still wish to follow Master Lian and continue my cultivation," Du Meng politely declined Fourth Master Liu.

Sigh... Forget it. There's no solution for the moment anyway, so it's better to take on some missions and rapidly boost my strength. The crystal cores on hand are running low, and after everyone advances, we should engage in some practical combat to properly consolidate our foundation.

While forcing his opponent into a continuous retreat, Yang Chong thrust out his chest and directly met the incoming spear. He watched as the much weaker-grade spear scraped across the dense web-like patterns carved into the ferocious ravines of his Black Sky armor, and with a surge of strength, he clamped the spear tightly under his arm using his shoulder.

Fang Xing spoke out once more, then waved his hand, scattering a streak of golden light that struck directly upon the preceding barrier. Accompanied by a soft chime, the barrier shattered and dispersed, the pillars of light lost their radiance, and everything returned to tranquility.

Seeing how concerned her brother was with her, Ye Tingyu felt even more annoyed. She stomped down the stairs, looking as though she intended to teach Mo Xi another lesson.