37 A Unique Conqueror's Haki

Under the seemingly calm gaze of Lu Xueqi, cold sweat broke out on Xia Ping’an’s forehead. He cast an imploring look at Xu Yunchen, but Xu only shrugged, signaling that he was powerless to help.

Take a bunch of grapes, for instance: one type of person eats the best ones first, while another saves the best for last.

Wang Cai, wishing to acclimate to the gravity, shook his head helplessly and activated the protective shield on his battle armor.

However, the Planet Eater clearly saw through Tang Shizhe’s intentions. Its speed suddenly surged, and wounds caused by the rapid acceleration began to appear beneath its "fur."

As a dragon breeder, enhancing the strength of his dragon pets was the best way to improve his own power.

The atmosphere was rather strange. Zhao Wanning watched Xia Liu, lost in thought, while Sun Chang and Wang Qing seemed hesitant to speak, their eyes darting toward Zhao Wanning from time to time.

With the high-ranking officials who perished in the apocalypse gone, the first, second, and third in line became the three political commissioners of the Management Bureau.

He was accompanied by over a dozen staff members as they crowded into the building’s entrance. While in the car, Qiu Shuzhen had been chattering endlessly, pouring out her grievances to Chen Weiyun, but now that they were at the company, she didn't dare utter a single word. A sense of pressure seemed to permeate the office, compelling her to be reserved, solemn, and even somewhat nervous.

"If your company is willing to cooperate, our Titan Group would like to purchase an artificial planet from you," Tang Shizhe said with a smirk, throwing out his final bargaining chip.

The Heaven’s Punishment of the Jing State was a nightmare on the battlefield; possessing it was enough to overcome a superior force several times its size.

Everyone knew that once such a unit was established and its combat effectiveness honed, it wouldn't just be about gaining prestige; it would mean securing more power, and there would be no need to worry about their military authority being curtailed in the short term.

"Well, I’m quite content with this result. At least I look presentable and won't be called an old monster," Cui Qingtian said, remaining optimistic and undeterred.

Especially since you killed Zhang Baomin, who has a relative in the prefectural government. Offend him, and you’ll find yourself in deep trouble.

Uncle Fu couldn’t understand why Ye Tian was keeping such a low profile, acting as if he knew nothing despite having sensed everything.

Xu Wuyou opened his eyes. The next moment, seizing the few seconds when the chaotic energy surrounding the demon beast dissipated, he swiftly opened his domain, utilizing the dual effects of his two domains.

The sound of a sliding door came from inside the house. Li Ergou bolted, but before he could run far, he heard the village chief’s chilling voice.

Chen Hu was asking Jin Fei and Li Donghai to describe the person he was supposed to beat up, when suddenly, he caught sight of Ye Tian.

The place lived up to its name. Once one entered the territory of the Disha Province, the world turned into a living hell, with a sky of crimson that stood in stark contrast to the Tianxuan Province left behind.

Ye Dahai hesitated. He was holding two old hens that looked quite dirty, and his clothes were covered in dust, forming a sharp contrast with the sleek, luxurious interior of the sports car.

The Great Qi had its own national conditions; nothing at the local level could bypass the great clans. From aristocratic families like the Lis to local powerhouses like the Fans, and even regional gentry like the Yang, Zhang, Huang, and Sun families, one had to ensure these people didn't throw obstacles in the way if government decrees were to be implemented smoothly.

There happened to be a wine merchant nearby, and Su Yin, acting as "Miss Fortune," quietly crept over.

One should look at things dialectically. Think about it: although that fight didn't happen, You Zishi is still around and becoming more popular, but what about the Dream Group?

Trembling with fear, Meimi shuddered, clearly terrified. She stared in horror at the barbarian who had just swung his sword, tears welling up in her eyes and dripping onto the ground.

In just a minute, the Qiong Emperor crossed thousands of miles and arrived at the location Si Yi had mentioned.

However, Ling Zhou-tian was using explosive rounds. After only a moment, the bombs carried within the bullets detonated instantly.

Because of that foolish laugh, his mental energy leaked out. Ling Zhou-tian, being in a state of delirium, had no mind to pay attention to such things.

Although there wasn't a single armed police officer on the third floor, a company of soldiers guarded the main entrance of the building, monitoring the reformatory around the clock from places I couldn't see.

Staring into that mercury-like mirror surface, Di Er-ming finally overcame the pressure of the high-dimensional disparity and stepped inside.

Ling Zhou-tian was merely a junior high student; judging by his appearance, he hadn't even reached eighteen, and was likely not even sixteen. Purchasing such expensive items without a guardian's accompaniment was not legal.

Lin Di recalled carefully and realized that his memory truly did contain more scenes of him talking to his ragdoll as if it were his younger sister.

Wan Zihao wiped the red wine from his face, licked a drop of it, and his expression turned icy. With a slap, he struck Liang Sisi.

The director nodded and watched him disappear from sight before closing the door and returning to his office.

After all, Ye Mu’s parents had essentially been driven to their deaths by him; mentioning them now would surely cause Ye Mu distress.

The senior apprentice brother’s inner energy surged. With a cold gaze, he vigilantly inspected the scene in the inner courtyard, paying particularly close attention to the area in front of the large tree.