Chapter 57

Fu Jiunian did not seem surprised by this. He simply held his teacup and sipped his tea, his expression remaining detached and composed.

"The Eighteen Stars have also closed... What on earth has happened?" Wu Chen muttered, clenching her fists.

She was wearing a fashion piece that appeared to have sleeves, but was actually designed with cut-out arms, resembling both a coat and a cape. It came in a sophisticated milky white, featuring a crystal dragonfly clasp and a dangling chain at the stand-up collar. On the lower half, she wore a very short bodycon skirt, paired with a pair of over-the-knee boots that would make her mother frown in disapproval.

Gao Miao was overjoyed and called out to her, but Third Grandma Gao merely glanced at him sideways, clutching her son as she walked straight into the house.

"Things are somewhat peculiar." Yi Tong looked around. The environment appeared blurred in his vision, as if a thin membrane was blocking his sight.

Tang Jingqing sneered inwardly. Since someone was determined to play the tourist from the bottom of her heart, it was only natural that someone else would be so eager to volunteer as her tour guide.

At least in the eyes of outsiders, Yun Sheng was an almost flawless man, and there was no logical reason he would be backstabbed by his own wife in such a manner.

Yu Jingning, who had dared to set up camp within striking distance even when completely exhausted and out of ammunition, instantly lost his composure. The fierce corners of his eyes and brows drooped down, and for a fleeting moment, Che Si even thought his eye sockets turned slightly red.

Beneath the dark night, countless streams of glowing light converged upon Yi Tong. An oppressive, formless aura made Jiuying shiver slightly. Elemental energy rapidly gathered simultaneously within its nine mouths, signaling a lethal strike intended to annihilate Yi Tong in one blow.

This item had existed from the very beginning. Before Mo Yiqian found Jun Yi, this was the exact object he had intended to make him ingest, but having later found the Bai Ze Moon Essence Dew, he chose it as a substitute instead.

With that, Meng Yunhan, the master of the Meng Family Martial Arts Hall, picked up his bowl-like wine cup and drank the bowl of liquor down in one go.

A person ranked around 20th in the Blood Slaughter Association was already capable of moving freely within their tribe, to the extent that even the prominent masters of the tribe could do nothing against him, requiring them to reveal their true foundational heritage. Even then, such measures absolute guarantee the death of Blood Forty-Five.

Over time, the ocean degenerated into a paradise for magical beasts, while humanity could only hold onto the land and the sky as their base of operations. Even so, marine beasts constantly launched invasions. Had the Azure Sky Guard and the Divine Dragon Army not guarded the coastal defense lines with their lives, the Huaxia Alliance might have lost its landmass entirely.

"Who is it?" Hearing this voice, Qin Mubai's brows furrowed slightly as he spoke.

This was a treatment exclusive to Su Ming. If it were anyone else, Li Yuansheng probably wouldn't have bothered taking a phone call while handling official business.

"Disperse and head up the mountain. Kill every human you find, but no one is to harbor any thoughts of hoarding treasures for themselves!" the Venerable-level captain roared sternly.

Nangong Yu'er was genuinely astonished by the primordial chaotic true Qi possessed by Hong Wu. As someone belonging to an ancient martial arts family, she naturally understood the implications of primordial chaotic true Qi.

At this moment, he finally had time to deal with his left arm, which still had a dagger embedded in it. He used a blade to slash open his trouser leg, tore off two strips of fabric, and then, gritting his teeth with a fierce resolve, pulled the dagger out of his left arm with lightning speed. Enduring the unimaginable, excruciating pain, he tightly bound the wound with the strips of cloth before the blood could gush out.

Yet at Lin Xiu's chest was a dragon claw, and the longsword he thrust had struck precisely at the location of that dragon claw.

At this moment, strands of five-colored radiant light lingered around these wounds, causing flesh to regenerate and meridians to reconstruct, restoring vibrant vitality.

Moreover, he genuinely could not fathom why Liang Xuefei, whom he was meeting for the first time, would harbor such deep-seated hatred toward him that she would summon these thugs to deal with him.

Starlight's live performances had always been exceptionally stable, even earning a reputation for "delivering CD-quality vocals in every single performance." From his debut until the present, the number of times he had "lip-synced" could be counted on one hand.

The boss's health bar had not much remaining to begin with, and this blow dealt catastrophic damage. In his panic, a desire to retreat arose, and he began to turn his body to flee.

Yang Hong did not reply. The longsword in his hand hissed through the wind like a white snake spitting its tongue, weaving back and forth like a swimming dragon around his entire body. At times, it was as light as a swallow, flicking upwards with a point of the blade; at other times, it was as abrupt as lightning, reminiscent of falling autumn leaves.

In truth, he did not care whether he recouped his investment; he simply wanted to produce a fine documentary about culinary arts.

Lin Yun had basically uncovered the true backgrounds of Xie Shi and Xie Yi, and at the same time, she forwarded a photo of Xie Shi to Ning Yi.

In the VIP box, Rong Guang and several major sponsors were chatting together, waiting for the match to begin.

Jin Yanping turned his head in surprise to ask, and then could not help but laugh, bumping Liu Kewei with his elbow while wearing an expression of utter disdain.

If one were to say that prior to this, Hyomin held a self-deprecating mindset toward Liu Kewei akin to "awe," it would not be an exaggeration in the slightest.

Indeed, with so many Chinese men, it made no sense that they could not win at soccer. I suppose it really is because we do not fight with our lives on the line; we may not risk our lives, but we certainly risk our money.

"No upper limit?" President Hua Yue could not help looking slightly surprised upon hearing this, and even the media reporters present were utterly astounded.

If they refused to cooperate, once their country issued an international arrest warrant, they could forget about getting Interpol to assist.

"First Senior Brother." Tang Wan looked at Yue Zanghua, desperately wishing to pledge her body to him so that she would take her away. Yet on second thought, such matters as pledging one's body could not be taken so casually.

The White Tiger grew more and more bewildered. At the same time, however, he also noticed that the gazes of these people were somewhat peculiar.

Holding his head, Hou Qi could only mutter a couple of words under his breath to express his dissatisfaction, without saying anything further.

"Get lost..." Ye Fantian growled in a low voice, yet it erupted out of nowhere like a thunderclap. The earth began to fracture layer by layer, and dust swept outward like a nightmare.