Chapter 30

Even if the script truly demanded such a scene, he would carry it out without hesitation, even if the person opposite him was Sheng Yuan.

Having regained consciousness, Alex found himself impaled by the tentacles of the Flesh Mountain Demon. He was placed at the very center of the massive mound of flesh, his lower body slowly sinking until he merged entirely with the creature.

Shen Huan mentioned he wanted to speak with Qi Xu in private, but Chang Guangzhi knew better than anyone what lay within the museum; clearly, the two were going to discuss the past.

Yet, the initial sense of tension seemed to have dissipated; after all, it appeared there was still plenty of time.

In truth, Qi Xu preferred Americanos; the pure bitterness helped her focus, but at this moment, she needed something to buffer her sense of bewilderment.

Mental energy surged like a tide, crashing into his mind and interrupting Miao Huai’s shout, causing him to stumble and nearly lose his footing.

Miao Huai moved the flowerpot housing Dian Lan into the greenhouse and, after giving thorough instructions, headed down the mountain to attend to business.

That was why, upon encountering a Ghost King level entity and a Blood Rakshasa, they immediately conceived the idea of subduing them for their own use as ghost servants.

Transparent liquid flowed from the syringe into his body, like pulsing fresh blood, gradually awakening the icy stillness that had long since settled within him.

It was like playing hide-and-seek with a madman whose personality and habits were unknown, a madman holding a nuclear bomb—what were you supposed to do?

The sound of metal clashing against stone rang through the entire hall. Under a full-force strike, the giant claw the demon used to defend itself showed only a shallow scratch.

Due to the poor lighting, shadows stretched long under the glow of the lamps. The already swift figures now appeared to leave behind a trail of flickering phantoms. Strangely, even in such a fierce battle, the sound of clashing blades was remarkably infrequent.

Zhang Zhijie was deep in thought when suddenly, a pebble struck his head and landed on the table. It startled Song Cun and the others; if that had been a hidden weapon, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Yun Cheng looked closely; it was a foreign girl with a pure London accent. Her figure rivaled that of a postmodern supermodel, something her professional suit could not conceal. Her complexion was fair, and she was undoubtedly Caucasian.

"Sister Na, it’s good to have you. If not for you, I truly wouldn't have known how to answer these reporters' questions!" Lin Weiwei hugged Yu Na, acting spoiled.

"Princess, perhaps we should leave. It is far too dangerous here. If that magical beast catches our scent, it will certainly attack us!" Yin still felt uneasy.

Fang Cheng was not lacking in high-grade flying artifacts, but Wang Qiang’s was still mid-grade. There was no helping it; Wang Qiang had not been a direct disciple for long, and his personal wealth was slightly more limited. After some thought, Fang Cheng decided to take this flying artifact for himself.

With the defensive force on the Fourth Prince’s side numbering about two thousand five hundred, and adding these five thousand, Lü Fang felt that if they couldn't achieve victory, they could at least escort them a bit further back—at least to a seaport or the deepest reaches of the French colonies.

After he finished speaking, he cast a glance at Jin Sheng. Their eyes met, and Jin Sheng immediately trembled, lowering his head.

Hua Luo’s arrival ignited the passion of every doctor at Qingyuan First Hospital; all of them believed Hua Luo would certainly be able to diagnose what was ailing Kai Kai.

Upon hearing the word "sister," Xue Zitian’s eyelids twitched, and his heart felt as if it had been twisted by someone.

"No, the Yu family only believes your personality changed drastically because of a conspiracy by the Gu family; they haven't considered the possibility of a soul-transmigration. Very few people would consider such a thing, but I don't want Father to continue pondering it, so..." Bai Yuchen attempted to explain.

Mr. Fan’s expression was mercurial, his brows deeply furrowed. He sighed and lamented by turns, now clenching his fists, now gritting his teeth, as if trapped in an incredibly difficult predicament.

The four subordinates were all filled with wonder, never expecting Fan Hongdao to truly be able to pull teeth from a tiger’s mouth. They didn't know how he had managed to secure the carriages and horses; he was truly the talent most valued by Censor Gao.

The moment his feet touched the ground, the long saber in his hand slashed out. A warrior from the Dark Night Guild blocked it with his own blade, but the disparity in strength was vast; he was sent stumbling back more than ten paces, spitting a mouthful of blood.

Forty foremen rushed over immediately, but upon arriving and seeing that everyone was unarmed, they sensibly dropped their whips and, rolling up their sleeves, joined the others in the fight.

Zhang Qingshan pulled out his pocket watch and glanced at it; it was 9:13 PM. There were forty-seven minutes left until the designated transfer time.

Murder is a crime. Captain Qin, being a police officer, was well aware of this. Yet, for that one million, he was willing to risk it all.

"Young Master Huo... I want it." Lu Xuewei placed her hand on the man's zipper, intending to pull it down.

"You've asked that question no fewer than a hundred times." Having eaten and drunk his fill, Lu Youyou walked to the bed and collapsed; a full stomach leads to a lethargic spirit—she needed sleep.

Zhenyuan Escort Agency—if Zhang Xian hadn't mentioned that they had been in contact with cult rebels, he might not have remembered the name of such a bottom-tier faction.

"Damn it, you just said billiards was too simple, yet you don't even recognize him?" Wang Yan gave Hua Xin a look of disdain.

Under these circumstances, there were many other matters at play, but there was no need to worry.

Cui Xingnan said, "Direct Disciple Fang is a martial arts fanatic. It is said that since entering the Tianwei Hall, he has rarely ventured out, always focusing his heart and soul on cultivating martial arts."

Erdman answered one by one. Through this exchange of questions and answers, Erdman developed a certain illusion: the legendary Abandoned Dragon did not seem quite as terrifying as rumored.

However, as those sword-based attacks entered the sea of blood, their speed slowed, and the power contained within them gradually decayed. They vanished entirely before they could even reach the powerful members of the Blood Clan.

But the factory was so vast, and Fang Yi was unfamiliar with the place; finding Xue Junge would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

"[Mystic Art: Flowing Clouds and Moving Water!]" Luo Yu, in mid-air, closed his eyes and whispered softly. His body suddenly became as nimble as drifting clouds, yet his speed was like a falling meteorite as he plummeted toward the mammoth.

"Hmph! Those inside the city are in even greater danger! Even if they find Mu Ge and kill him, how will they hide? How will they evade the search of the great army? Those outside the city, even if they can't defeat Mu Ge, can still run! Why should those inside the city be entitled to a higher chance of success?" the cold-faced man retorted.