Chapter Seventy: Sister Moon, Please Answer the Phone for Me

“Brother Feng, could he still be sleeping?” Jiang Chao remarked. “I bet he didn’t come back. He must have been out causing trouble last night,” Hong Tian mused, picturing Ye Feng surrounded by beauties. The sound of a door opening echoed, but it wasn't Ye Feng's—it was the door next to his. Ye Feng's door remained tightly shut, and...

“Murong Wei.” Although, due to Murong Tianjiao, Chu Ge had never openly antagonized the Murong family, upon seeing Naiqi and Chu Xueyu gravely injured and collapsed on the ground, and both the Golden Dragon Young Lord and Jin Fanchen wounded, the crisis stirred fury in both Chu Ge and the Dragon Emperor.

“I see. Old Li, all we wanted today was a few buns, and we watered down this pot of porridge—surely that’s a bit much, isn’t it?” Wang the Tall, a straightforward fellow, spoke up after entering and seeing the elderly man ladle another bowl for Lu Yuexie.

Yun Tianlan smiled without speaking, either tacitly approving or simply unwilling to argue with Hong Lian. Hong Lian, feeling ignored, was furious, but before she could erupt, Wan Tongtian pulled her back.

After the tree of the gods, barely over a meter tall, exchanged dozens of ferocious attacks with the remnants of the fallen god, the golden light of its assault dimmed, clearly unable to sustain such immense energy consumption.

It was unlikely that Zhuoyue would see them a second time; they had probably already been sent to a larger hospital for urological treatment.

“Hire me? What price are you offering?” Chu Ge had planned to dismiss the three, uninterested in their affair. But upon hearing of the Golden Domain Continent, he remembered Jin Menghan, and his attitude shifted. With a profound smile, he asked calmly.

Duan Yanqing repeatedly calmed his excitement. Today’s harvest was more than enough; his relationship with Dao Baifeng needed to progress step by step. Too much too soon might frighten her, so Duan Yanqing refrained from pressing Dao Baifeng further about her earlier words.

“Er… It’s fine. There are winners and losers in every match. Let’s see how we do!” Shi Luoye tried her best to comfort.

“Break!” The Destruction King, struck by Chu Ge’s Source of Myriad Waters and lethal attack, did not panic. His six robust arms moved in unison, weaving a sphere blazing with fierce flames, colliding with Chu Ge’s deadly force and neutralizing the water-originated killing power.

“Greetings, Lord!” Zhao Yun and his men greeted Gao Fei in unison, bowing from horseback.

The demon soldier hesitated, unable to understand why the chieftain, who had always shown respect to Lin De, was acting so strangely today.

“It’s that monster. No wonder we haven’t found it all these years—it’s been hidden in this poisonous mist,” Shamanda instantly recognized the creature.

Melancholy lingered around my mind, impossible to shake or dispel. Lighting another cigarette, I gazed at the empty room, a strange sense of loneliness passing through my heart.

Wu Qi had never expected to be followed, and drove straight to a café, parking outside. It seemed he’d arranged to meet someone here.

An Yan’s hand clenched so tightly that his wound split open, blood quickly soaking the white gauze.

A five-meter-tall ice dragon appeared before the crowd, flawless and beautiful. There was no hint of metal, no sign of any seams—the ice dragon was completely genuine, radiant in that magical icy blue transparency.

Unbeknownst to them, the backgrounds of the three Mantis Emperors had instantly elevated to the level of the nine great human powers: "one dynasty, one national religion, and seven major sects," perhaps even surpassing them.

I sat in the chair, listening intently to Wu Jiaxin’s words, nodding repeatedly. She had just told me not to speak, so I became a mute, not uttering a single word, hardly even daring to breathe.