Volume 1, Chapter 50: She Truly Did Not Want to Die; Who Could Save Her?

Tang Chao had a bit more foresight than Tang Long. After all, Tang Chao had prior experience running his own company; although it had failed, he had learned a great deal from it. Tang Long, on the other hand, had no such experience and did not realize that simply having the money to start a company did not guarantee profitability.

If they were the disciples of those contemporary hidden elders, it wouldn't have caused Gufu to lose his composure to this extent. However, if he truly was the son of the God of War, that would be a completely different matter; the God of War could annihilate a superpower in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Lei Jun's heart was caught in a conflict. His physical desires made him desperately want to possess Zhao Yuyan, yet his conscience was holding him back, leaving him utterly at a loss as to what to do.

Mount Jishan was over a thousand miles away from Mount Tai. Packing his equipment, Tianwa set out on a journey, traveling day and night without fearing hardship. He scaled mountains, crossed ridges, endured countless trials, and reached Mount Tai after a month of travel. Braving the wind and snow, he climbed the peak and searched among the sheer cliffs and precipices. Heaven does not let down those who persevere, and he finally found the snow-piercing heart grass.

Feeling the powerful aura now erupting from within his body, a surge of deep confidence filled his eyes. He was now confident in his ability to fight ordinary half-step Heavenly Emperor realm experts.

If the White Crane Boy had previously only been filled with righteous indignation because of Ji Fa's anger, seeing the miserable state of She Zhe truly ignited a blazing fury within him.

He asked passersby, but none of them had heard of any golden butterflies nearby. Wang Xiang felt depressed and wanted to return, but then he thought: Since I have already come this far, if I cannot find the golden butterfly, why not look for other beautiful butterflies instead? If Madam happens to see them, she might also be pleased.

Mo Leng's expression looked somewhat strange, as if he were quite reluctant, but in the end, he silently nodded.

With a wave of the whisk in Daoist Wutian's hand, a billowing black smoke swept across the front of the Qian army, instantly transforming into human shapes and arranging themselves in a straight line.

As long as the various technologies centered around the Beast Spirit Language continued to make breakthroughs, the rewards brought by them would be extraordinarily astonishing.

Given how well things had been discussed, and judging by the current situation, the best course of action for Li Ye was to lie low for a while and wait for those people to leave before making his move. Though it was uncertain how long that might take, under the present circumstances, it was both the best and safest approach.

For instance, eldest sister Alicia wielded a terrifying spiked club, second sister Catherine held a knight's sword, Yvonne—who was also in her second year like Catherine—carried a reaper's scythe, and the petite senior student Rina Fujita held a pair of kunai. What, then, would his weapon be?

"Historia, we'll go with them." Ymir considered the matter. If what Wang Han said was true, given the current situation where her identity as a Titan had already been exposed, Historia also faced immense danger. Following Wang Han and leaving with him was indeed their best option.

Seeing Feng Ya leave with an unpleasant expression, Ji Min, who was somewhat aware of the hidden scandals within the industry, leaned closer to Li Yunhui and said with concern.

Leading the group, he repeated the exact same method at the other two exits. The Underground Ninja forces below did not even have time to react properly before they were sealed tightly inside.

Under this extraordinarily tense and oppressive atmosphere, Tianzhou instead became exceptionally calm, though no one knew how long this peace could last.

"Kill..." The Ancestral Witch Houtu personally appeared leading the Ten Kings of Hell and an army of ghosts. At the command of the Ten Kings of Hell, all the ghost soldiers charged into the battlefield. However, to everyone's surprise, the ghost soldiers did not attack the terracotta warriors, but instead turned their weapons against the Buddhas and the heavenly soldiers and generals.

Upon detecting these two murky, shadowy figures, Ling Fei's heart skipped a beat with a slight chill of unexpected surprise.

Regaining his wits, Mishenzi looked at the trembling Mhunzi before him. Though he felt deep contempt for the fellow in his heart, after a quick mental calculation, he still put on a kindly facade and patted Mhunzi on the shoulder to show intimacy.

What a joke! With news like that, Sahi actually dared to take it and flaunt it in front of Luo Chen. Wasn't that practically asking for death?

However, at this very moment, a sudden and drastic transformation occurred in the black, mist-like substance high up in the sky. The black fog first began to rotate slowly, gradually swirling like a tornado spawned on flat ground, until finally, a pitch-black void abruptly appeared in that space.

The supplies were quite good; everyone was issued a set of waterproof undergarments, which could be considered a life-saving grace in such an environment.

Judging by Luo Chen's tone, it seemed he had already guessed the truth beforehand. Therefore, while rejoicing in her heart, Lan Die hurriedly asked him. After all, this strange situation had completely baffled Lan Die, leaving her utterly clueless as to how such a thing could inexplicably happen right in the middle of her cultivation.

Trịnh Tráng still knew a thing or two about the situation, and at least half of the items he sent out had emerged.

No matter how good one's self-restraint or how deep one's composure might be, failing to grow angry at a time like this meant one did not deserve to be called a man. As Xuruo had anticipated, Hua Yunxiong's expression instantly froze into a rigid, gloomy scowl.

This number was clearly insufficient for weaving a copper coin sword. Even the Seven-Star Sword, which required the least amount of material, needed twenty-one copper coins to be crafted.

At a turning point ahead, this white Range Rover that had been tailing the Audi TT finally squeezed its way out of the congested traffic and caught up.

The remaining elders were all gritting their teeth with bitter grief and righteous indignation. Even Qin Xuan's figure swayed slightly, and her already pale face turned even more ghostly white without a trace of blood, her eyes somewhat dazed.

The Ziwei Technique executed by the man in black at this moment used hand gestures that were identical to those of Zhong Ziyan.

The power of the talisman was even greater than I had imagined; that giant black palm looked as though it were being scorched by raging flames.

Not to mention that this campaign was being conducted province-wide, the funds and manpower required would pose a considerable pressure for Jiming.

I took a deep breath, straightened my clothes, and walked toward her with confident strides.

Upon stepping outside, Zhang Guangshan happened to step out of a car, and seeing Zhao Yueming, he waved and greeted him with a smile.

The scene instantly fell dead silent—so quiet it was almost unimaginable, which clearly showed how eager everyone was to hear me speak.