Volume 1, Chapter 36: There Is Nothing Money Cannot Do

Zhong Desheng, believing that Zhang Mingyu could do nothing to him, grew increasingly bold and began to act like a rogue on the ground.

At that moment, two sky carriers from the Yunhuang troops approached, clearing away a large number of fel demons for them in an instant.

"That was hundreds of years ago; why bring it up again?" Bai Xiu felt even more helpless, yet he maintained a mysterious smile throughout.

"Just stop here!" Zhang Mingyu said, casually pointing to a bus stop on the side of the road.

I spoke as I quietly spread a wave of spiritual energy throughout the company. I sensed ghostly energy and figured the hell-beasts had already come knocking. For the safety of everyone in the company, I had to ensure that no ghosts could enter, even if a colleague had been possessed while out for a meal; they would still be unable to cross the threshold.

Yan Tianqiang also possessed a defensive technique called the "Flame Armor," a skill of his own creation. It involved manipulating hellfire with spiritual energy to envelop his entire body, using the immense heat to dissolve incoming attacks and achieve a defensive effect.

Yi Bingyun’s words left others speechless; they had already reached the point of meeting internet acquaintances in person—if this wasn't considered "open-minded," then what level would it have to reach to be called so?

Boss Lian was not as direct; not fully grasping the extent of Lin Rui's influence, he couldn't help but harbor some reservations.

"You’re never serious. Nine out of ten bets are lost—do you want me to spend my whole life working for others as an errand runner?" Li Jianan cast a sideways glance at Zhang Mingyu, complaining with annoyance.

Jupiter was knowledgeable and experienced; having ascended from an infant spirit to a god himself, he did not fear these strange and bizarre things.

He Lang had been by Brother Mirror’s side, caring for him, and that moment of extreme danger remained etched in his mind, impossible to shake off.

He had originally thought it impossible for a man of such exaggerated beauty to exist in this world, but now, Meng Feina’s jest had become reality. It truly fulfilled the saying: "Speak of the devil, and he shall appear."

Seeing him step back, Shao An took the opportunity to step down from his position, bringing only Li Hongyi, Li Honghui, and the entire diplomatic mission into the tent. As for the other guards, they remained stationed outside.

Lu Yuhuan said, "I have a soul-control technique here. Once you bind its soul, it becomes your slave. You can make it do whatever you want. Does my sister want such a servant?"

The confidant’s voice was soft, but in the quiet of the night, it sounded exceptionally clear. The restless subordinates heard it distinctly and fell silent at once.

Just as Wei Xian was about to thank the Emperor and take his leave, Huo Chengjun turned to Liu Bingyi and asked, "Your Majesty, I would like to have a few words with Elder Wei, if I may?" Huo Chengjun was somewhat familiar with Wei Xian, as he had once offered her guidance, and she still held a sense of gratitude toward him.

In Shaolin kung fu, only after reaching the third level can one’s true aptitude be reflected. The first two levels can be achieved through hard work, but from the third level onward, every step forward is determined by innate talent; it is not something that can be reached by effort alone.

During my eight years in the General Alliance, I followed my master in quiet cultivation. I had also asked others to inquire about my family, only to confirm that my father and sister had moved away.

The moment this thought arose, it triggered a shocking transformation. A bolt of purple lightning abruptly appeared within my sea of consciousness, striking my soul.

Having had experience fighting against this technique before, Jiang Dong unleashed his "Six-Syllable Mantra" sonic attack with full force. The blood-red world instantly faltered, flickering like a candle in the wind, on the verge of shattering.

"Whether China meets fortune or disaster, you won't live to see it, because from this day forth, neither the land of the living nor the underworld will ever contain the likes of a wretch like you!" After delivering those harsh words, I brought down the Soul-Extinguishing Blade without a shred of hesitation.

"You must be Daoist Yun Mao, the leader of the Quanzhen Sect. I am Ouyang Xiaotian of the Liao Kingdom." Huo Leng bowed with his sword in hand, paying his respects to Daoist Yun Mao.

Although Ding Jingyan said this, her expression was far from confident. After all, they had not studied their opponents for long, and it was difficult to prepare for and counter an enemy with such an unfamiliar style.

Facts proved that sometimes, if the cards in one's hand are bad enough, no matter how skilled the player, it is all for naught. The opponent only needs to drop their bombs in sequence to stand in an invincible position.

He only managed to shout the word "Zhang" before Zhang Liguang grabbed him, and his figure instantly turned into a cloud of black mist, which Zhang Liguang slowly inhaled through his nostrils.

Therefore, it was not entirely unexpected that the BF team chose the Aatrox again. However, the top, mid, and jungle picks for the BF team remained the same as the previous game, with almost no changes at all.

Chu Di had never imagined that one day, she would be the one to push him away. In their relationship, he had always appeared as the stronger one; he never thought he would one day be in such a wretched state.

"Friend, you are severely injured. Don't speak; it will sap your vital energy. Shall I help you into the carriage to rest?" Gu Feng said with a look of concern, though his heart was filled with joy.

"Let it be. Let’s first see how their injuries are." Zhang Huaming could roughly guess Elena’s intentions and did not force her. After all, he knew that sometimes, once the intent to kill flared up, even he could not control it; only by killing, and killing, and killing again could it be stopped.

Furthermore, since the Rebirth Pill was different from other ordinary pills, Zhang Huaming also wanted to see exactly how effective the pill was.

Huo Tong’s analysis was quite reasonable, and the others nodded in agreement. For a moment, they all looked at Lin Tao with expressions of gratitude, which actually made Lin Tao feel a bit embarrassed.

"We don't need to do anything; we just need to state our decision. As for the rest, we don't have to do a thing," Huang Yarong said with a smile, though Jiang Junhao found that smile somewhat chilling.

Sunny, who would usually retort upon hearing such words from Kim Taeyeon, had no reaction at all, leaving Kim Taeyeon momentarily stunned.

Upon learning that the experts from the Fang family were about to arrive, Yuan Tianding had already made preparations. Now, there was not a single martial artist below the Martial King realm on Mount Hua. As that sound rang out, the Martial Emperor experts of the Fang family appeared one after another—a full seventy powerful Martial Emperors—their immense aura directly filling the Mount Hua mountain range.

For a person like this, knowing how dangerous he was, Ye Xiangwan should have fled as far as she could without stopping; why did she keep getting tangled up with him again and again?

When his feet touched the water, a will of terrifying intensity surged from the depths, lunging straight at him. In an instant, Zhang Huaming’s spirit was shattered by that will, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Terrified, he scrambled back onto the cobblestones.

The older ones were more composed; Han Yan stroked his beard and smiled, while Zheng Quan stood with his hands behind his back, watching the young people with a smile. Jiang Baili was also young, but he was much more steady. His gaze turned to Fang Jianxiong, who was still standing before the map—his forehead pressed against the wall, his hands clenched tightly.