Volume 1, Chapter 129: Transforming the Scrap Yard into a Stage, the Results of a Single Night!!

"Heh... sharp-tongued, aren't you?"

"You had better start imagining the consequences of delaying the concert by three days!"

"If I cannot have it, then I will destroy it!"

Having said this, Yang Guolong threw his head back in a wild laugh and got into his car.

Chen Meiqi and the others were left fuming, their teeth gritted in frustration.

"Su Le... I truly never expected that Sky Company was yours!"

"I underestimated you!"

"It was fine when you were keeping a low profile, but now that you have caught my eye, you are finished!"

"My Kyushu Group will exert full pressure upon you. Get ready for bankruptcy!" Yang Wei also glared fiercely at Su Le before turning to board his car.

Although he spoke threats...

The child brought back by Feng Yang looked to be about six or seven years old. From the moment he was set down, it was clear he was furious, yet the glimmer of terror in the depths of his eyes was plain to see.

After a hearty meal, the old man wanted to rest for a while. Just as he began to drift off, he heard that Lord Kou had arrived. He hurriedly forced himself up, eager to pay his respects to the nobleman.

Su Le failed to dodge the large truck in time, and it grazed him with a terrifying force.

When Senior Sister Yue Ling heard these words, she was truly astonished. They were completely different from the assessments she had heard previously, as those who had commented on her past actions had all spoken with gnashing teeth.

"Nan Feng!" Su Qu called out to him. Only then did Nan Feng emerge from his memories to look at her.

He was nearly one point nine meters tall, a full head taller than Shen Siyan, and with his powerful aura, she felt fragile and vulnerable before him.

Yu Fan had never engaged in a "sword duel" with anyone before. Practicing with Old Dragon felt quite novel.

"Are Niu Niu and her brother not here?" Lin Qingyue asked, noticing their absence.

According to Shang Ruonan, the silk was rare, with only fifty bolts produced per year. In truth, counting it that way, even thirty bolts would be a generous estimate.

Just then, two palace maids stepped forward. They reached Feng Wan's side and helped her carry the completed Jin-style garments outside.

I am quite shrewd myself; I always follow closely behind Bai Ye. Once he picks up a specific part, I grab another identical remnant. In this way, I am only a fraction of a second slower than him.

"Hold off for now. Send someone to investigate first." The young master knew that some newcomers from the lower realms had backing, so he was not reckless. He had someone sent to look into Shang Hao's background.

She knew perfectly well that Zhao Yarong lacked any capacity for tolerance. Having been so humiliated in front of Wei Shi, with her pride and vanity, she certainly would not let the matter rest.

Before Li Yuhong could speak, he felt a powerful surge of immortal energy erupt from Shang Hao's official seal. The energy coalesced into a potent cyan-blue beam of light, striking Li Yuhong's body directly.

The expressions of Ling Ziteng and Ye Shang changed. Everyone knew that if Ye Shang had not happened to be looking for trouble with Ling Ziteng, he would have either been captured or met his end right then.

The crowd stood in silence, gazing up at the sky where a blinding, swirling murderous light churned. Some felt pity, some gloated, and others whispered that the death was well-deserved. The myriad states of human life and the coldness of the world were laid bare in that moment.

Sun Linlin felt utterly stifled. Her husband was the type who valued filial piety and the bonds of siblings above all else. Whenever their family suffered a loss at the hands of the Ma family, he would always tell her and the children that they were all one family and that they should just endure it and not be petty.

"Damn it, don't mind them, keep the rhythm! Kill, kill, kill!" Kucha roared as he assassinated a mage.

Before mastering divine power, a cultivator cannot condense a true sarira within their body. At that stage, there is only a "void sarira"—it appears to be a sarira in shape, but it is formless and lacks substance.

Gunbudao opened the box according to Tie Zhan's instructions and took the items out one by one. When he pulled out the first piece, the members of the Blood War Society merely curled their lips; they had expected some peerless equipment, but it turned out to be just a piece of ironware.

They had been running at this speed for a long time, yet their bodies remained full of strength, and their lungs felt no discomfort at all.

The thickest part twisted like a dragon, and in the middle were countless "branches." Was this not a lightning bolt spreading down from the top? Only, ordinary lightning was a blinding pure white, while these "bolts" were a vivid crimson.

However, when the landlady's gaze swept across the ruined bun shop, her panicked, shy heart was dragged back into the cruel reality.

This place was originally its lair. It had grown here for untold years, and the mountains and waters had remained pristine for just as long. But ever since humans set foot here—or more precisely, ever since Qin Yuan arrived—battles had broken out incessantly. Not only was it difficult for weeds to grow, but the very topsoil had been scraped away, replaced by layers of blood and shattered flesh.

"The two of you stay here and wait for our return." The captain spoke, leading Zhang Cuishan toward the teleportation array.

The members of the Nangong family were stunned, their faces frozen in expressions of utter shock.

"Commentating on Heaven and Earth" was of decent rank, but it was easy to die when facing a level sixty "Camel Ape." "The Guest at the Door" was a merchant-type adventurer; it would be quite troublesome to bring them along in the Dragon City team.

"Oh no, he's going to run! Sisters, use the 'Qingyuan Strike' and kill this dog, Qin Moyu, with me!" A glimmer of joy flashed in Yu Lan's eyes as she shouted, her gaze turning sharp.

"President Gu, what should we do about the company?" The shareholders looked at Gu Renmin, pinning all their hopes upon him.

Of course, there were also those like Master Chen who did not seek treasure, but simply wanted to deal with the Northern Barbarian mages.

But the next second, the pulling force increased again—this time by a vast margin, far exceeding Jiang Yunsheng's limits.

The vampire Gangrel possessed immense regenerative abilities and did not fear trading blows. It did not believe there was any creature in the world with a faster healing factor than its own.

Xiang Chu, commander of the Northern Frontier, asked with a trembling voice. He was among the first to follow Ning Yi and had been with him the longest; that was the only time he had ever seen such terrifying killing intent.

To a man like Old Master Song, he understood all too well what a powerful patron meant.

This had previously been a long-abandoned residence. Because it was located at the end of the street, although secluded, it did not appear dilapidated; the surroundings were still lush and green. Before Feng Yuanchen moved in, the Emperor had already sent people to renovate it. He had chosen this place specifically because it was right next to the Marquis's estate.