Chapter 35

Zhou Tong received his orders, brandished his Tyrant Spear, and charged forward. As the prized pupil of Luan Tingyu, he was no slouch; his spear flashed repeatedly, thrusting four times in quick succession. Su Ding, however, remained unruffled, dodging every strike before knocking aside Zhou Tong’s weapon and launching a counterattack.

Qi Tianxiang kept a cold face, remaining silent; at this moment, he had no desire to speak at length. He felt no need to show deference to Xiao Zhansheng, and certainly none to these two individuals. Though he was not well-acquainted with them, that was of little consequence—it was enough that they knew who he was.

Nearby, Chishang Zhenyi could roughly discern the nature of Nishihara’s arrangement. The opponent was utilizing the "Triple Wheel Rite," a ritual practice relatively obscure in the Japanese cultivation world.

As the Soul-Summoning Whistle sounded, everyone hurriedly covered their ears. The sound possessed an endless capacity to inflict damage upon the human spirit and could potentially leave lasting trauma, so they all hoped for the shrill noise to cease as quickly as possible.

Qi Tianxiang felt a strange sense of excitement and secret pride regarding his own discoveries and logical deductions. Thus, he looked upon the others with a calm and gentle expression, as if he had been fully prepared for such a response—perhaps even anticipating it.

Li Guoqiang gave Qi Tianxiang a profound look, said nothing more, and slowly turned to walk out of the office.

These were notifications of gifts from overseas users. Although they were virtual items, their value was equivalent to real goods; US dollars were simply US dollars, while a bottle of Lafite cost thirty thousand dollars. Chanel was much cheaper by comparison, but even so, a bottle still cost twenty thousand dollars.

Speaking briefly, Qi Tianxiang pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed the number for Lin Dongsheng’s office.

At this moment, everyone’s gaze fell upon Zhou Yuefeng. He walked toward the stone coffin, but before he could even attempt to open it, a dragon’s roar suddenly erupted from the lake they had just left. The sound was deafening, causing the very ground beneath their feet to tremble incessantly.

Looking closely, it was Zhong Jiu who had been sent flying. She had struck Li Sen with a solid palm blow, only to be repelled several feet backward herself, looking quite disheveled.

After traveling across the ocean, the first sight to greet their eyes was Pikachu surrounded by a sky filled with floating bubbles—it was truly warm and beautiful.

The demonic beasts struck by the barrage did not even have time to scream before being shredded into a rain of blood, leaving the surrounding jungle filled with gore and the stench of raw flesh.

After all, while Hao Rong’s combat power index could not be considered outstanding, in the realm of support alone, he could leave others trailing miles behind.

"Advanced Pollution Resistance" was an absolutely super-tier specialty for a Demon Hunter. With this, Jiang Shi could boldly practice various secret arts without worrying about the risks of corruption.

The moment the shield surface met the sword energy, a screeching sound like fingernails on glass rang out, and the thick bolt of sword energy vanished into thin air just as it was about to pierce Yue Hai.

"Your Highness, the three of us will not go in first; we shall meet at the Guangming Tower in the city!" Less than a thousand meters from the city gate, Pang Zhong and his companions stopped.

"Master, why don't we go further inside and see? Perhaps the object is hidden somewhere," Sun Hailong suggested.

Pikachu skillfully sautéed the base, prepared the batter, mixed in the apples, and added spices to the pan, stirring as a fragrant aroma wafted through the air.

"It’s alright." Shen Du frowned; he had to admit, it was both exhilarating and intoxicating. At this moment, most of Yu Qing’s body was held in Shen Du’s arms, the youth’s one hand encircling Yu Qing’s chest, the other arm cushioning the back of his head.

"What do you think Zhou Heng actually means?" Xu Ang asked Zhou Zheng; what could this matter possibly have to do with that deposed crown prince?

The movie on television ended. Tang Jiajun watched the closing credits for a moment before rising to head toward the refrigerator. He grabbed a drink, walked out toward the balcony, and gazed at the pitch-black night sky, popping the cap and taking a sip.

Thinking of this, the King of Wu, who usually remained unmoved in public, felt a deep sense of fear regarding the unknown.

In truth, there was more that Li Yi had not told Baby. He was now one hundred percent certain that Deng Chao and Li Chen each held a key, and they surely knew the location of the final one. Tonight, they would steal Zheng Kai’s key and embark on a night run.

"Xichun!" Qu Wan, hidden in the shadows, watched the two leave together. She approached with a light, drifting gait, her movements elegant and graceful.

They dared not think further. Even though it was so quiet here that not a single human sound could be heard, they searched with extreme care and patience.

Suddenly, the Twelfth-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit released billions of rays of golden light, standing its ground against Kunpeng’s Heavenly Emperor Seal.

The elder stood frozen, looking like a fool. He was utterly baffled as to how, in the blink of an eye, he had suddenly transformed into the head of the clan—it was simply too dramatic.

However, as they were both figures of some standing in Yongan City, the funeral proceedings could not be too shabby. Yet, the fire at the estate had left both branches strapped for cash, making their actions feel somewhat constrained.