Chapter 36

The surface of the sea churned incessantly, with countless sword and blade auras blasting crazily into the surroundings.

Xiuluo Cha, Wukong, and the others followed the Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices into the temple. As the door slammed shut behind them with a loud "clang," everyone’s hearts leapt into their throats.

"Unlikely! If that were the case, the Lu and Yao families would have long since leaked the news to lure us into their trap."

It turned out that Situ Jiannan could have killed Sikong Du years ago, but he had spared him. Hua Qingyi had not expected that although Situ Jiannan was somewhat unconventional now, he still possessed a sense of mutual respect for his opponents.

"Yes, my lord." She was merely reminding him, or perhaps something else. Seeing those killed by his own hand, she cautioned or threatened him. Perhaps it was time for him to make a choice.

Upon hearing the news, his subordinate immediately called the newspaper office, as the military had blockaded the area and they could not get out; they had to rely on the phone to relay the information.

He was described as a middle-aged man because his face was etched with the vicissitudes of life, and several crow's feet were already visible at the corners of his eyes.

But now... Teacher Duan seemed quite furious; it was best not to provoke him. What on earth had Lan Youming and his son done?! To have enraged the peace-loving Teacher Duan to such an extent was simply... simply inconceivable.

"Of course I can! I already told you, the Heavenly Dog finished eating the moon and rushed over overnight... Damn it, why do you have so much nonsense to say? Get out of my way!" said the Bull Demon King, kicking the mountain patrol monster until it tumbled away.

However, Li Tianyou’s life had to be ended. If the news of tonight’s smuggling of divine artifacts, the theft of the Azure Dragon Pearl, and the assassination of the daughter of the Murong family of the Infinite Path were to be exposed, not only would he die, but King Kuang and even the entire Shihu City would face total annihilation.

Even the audience, blessed with a god’s-eye view, could not see which prop cards the participants had chosen. After all, in a public setting, if someone were to recklessly rush forward and leak their opponent’s information, the battle would turn into a ridiculous game.

Ye Zhong followed Gao Lishi back to the palace. As for the large quantity of goods that arrived with Ye Zhong, there were naturally specialists to handle them.

*Rain Man*, the Oscar-winning film of this year, had not yet been released, so it would not pose too great a threat to their own movie.

Just as his voice faded, to the east of the underground city, the roar of churning molten steel gradually subsided, and the outline of some massive existence began to emerge from the darkness.

In their eyes, Ling Hao was likely a disciple of some martial arts family, young and ignorant, who had probably joined the West Sea Provincial Military District just for fun.

Once he arrived in the United States, amidst the void, the sudden appearance of "truth" would undoubtedly be the White Ancestor.

Just as he was about to faint, dense explosions suddenly erupted all around him, accompanied by laser beams sweeping across the sky, turning the entire Silver Scale Lake into a pot of boiling water.

"But... if we don't do this, we won't have the revenue to conduct technical research, and we won't be able to hold out for long..." The man’s concerns were clearly reasonable.

Where did his power come from? The Buddhist techniques—did this not mean that Buddha truly existed in the world? Could he be a person from the Buddhist sect, coming to reclaim his power?

These were two Void God-level powerhouses, figures as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns among the billions of people in the world.

Then, when she had looked at the intelligence reports before, how had she been reading them? Was it all just based on guesswork?

He believed that it was because these commanders failed to grasp the Alliance Leader’s intentions and did not complete the tasks assigned to them that the forces of the Heaven and Earth Allied Army had grown increasingly powerful, eventually leading to a situation where the tail was too heavy to wag.

This price hike caught him off guard, but fortunately, it hadn't risen too much; the price of fifty points per session was still within his manageable range.

Ming Dao also nodded with a smile. In terms of martial arts, he was no match for Wu Shen, but he was quite confident in his ability to banish evil spirits.

However, it didn't make logical sense, as they were asking for how others addressed Nick, not his family.

Next, a merchant wearing a large gold ring looked at Cao Ximei while asking Liu Tingting.

Wu Shen’s voice was not loud, but it seemed to possess the ability to track its target, winding through the air and reaching Xia Ping’s ears with perfect clarity.

After the final exam, Lin Fei hummed a song he had written himself on his way home, bumping into Liu Yang and Zhang Wei at the entrance of the alley.

With a thought, Long Fei summoned the Seven-Treasured Glazed Pagoda, which appeared before them, hovering steadily in the air and emitting a brilliant, seven-colored light.

Li Er picked and chose, exchanging all the tokens on his person for two Gold-tier techniques of a type not yet available on Fengyi Island, as well as a few restorative pills.

Ignoring the others in the main hall, Su Liuliu nestled into Wen Ruyu's arms without hesitation. *Mm*, she hadn't seen her uncle in a long time; his embrace was still the warmest.

Inside the Chenghuan Palace, in front of the Emperor’s personal dragon bed, scattered clothing lay strewn about, and the scene beneath the hibiscus canopy was infinitely alluring.

Su Ye looked solemn. "I will do my best." After speaking, she turned to change her clothes, while Mo Chenhai watched her expression—one of facing a formidable enemy—with eyes full of tenderness.

After Manager Zhai finished speaking, I exchanged glances with Chen Qingyi. Judging by his current promises, as long as we relied on Lotte Mart for survival, we would save at least hundreds of thousands in advertising fees every year. These terms were already very generous.

Xuanyuan Qimo stared intently at Qingyuan, wishing to etch his image into his memory so that even if he descended into the netherworld, he would have something to hold onto.

Listening closely, he finally heard her steady breathing. He was stunned for a moment, smiled helplessly, then looked at the giant advertisement and stepped forward.

The two armies, like two surging, tempestuous tides, collided violently in mid-air. For a time, the sounds of impact, explosions, slaughter, and shouting—like stars crashing into the earth—resounded through the heavens.