Chapter 51: The Crisis is Not Yet Over

Lu Huaisheng felt a trace of self-doubt and muttered under his breath, "Could it be that I'm overthinking this? Surely so. Besides, I know martial arts myself, what danger could possibly frighten me?"

Suddenly, his phone rang. "Alright, I'll head over right now."

Seeing Lu Huaisheng suddenly take off and vanish in a flash, Yan Ningxi was instantly filled with anxiety.

Wasn't the hint she deliberately gave obvious enough?

Why on earth did he just run away?

Yan Ningxi quickly gave chase, and fortunately, the person was still waiting.

Hearing Qiu Ming say this, although Qiu Yunquang was still dissatisfied, there was nothing more he could say. After all, Qiu Ming was here on business, and this was a serious matter.

Su Li truly hadn't told anyone else, but no one had left either, and everyone had heard every single word clearly.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the disciples all felt a shudder throughout their bodies, while the rapidly receding scenery around them gradually began to slow down. Looking to both sides, things seemed to have become much clearer, and they could even vaguely make out numerous mountain forests. This undoubtedly meant they were about to arrive at the Flying Star Valley.

A director with ten billion in box-office hits taking on the male lead and serving as an investor—though not the director, he was practically better than one.

Luo Wan, standing opposite with a chilling look in her eyes, watched her move instantly broken, and upon seeing the newcomer, she burst into a giggling laugh.

As the disciples of the Beidou Sect watched with hungry eyes, a sudden surge of pent-up frustration welled up inside You Fang, a situation he truly had not anticipated.

The onlookers watched all this, feeling as though they were in a dream. Such a gentle sword technique actually contained such shifting and lethal moves, and its speed was so slow that everyone could clearly see with their naked eyes how the sword resembled a beginner's initial practice. This completely subverted their understanding of swordsmanship.

The Spirit-Devouring Insect, having swallowed a Blazing Fire Demonic Lizard, grew a size larger while maintaining its disguised form, preventing it from being attacked by other Blazing Fire Demonic Lizards. Exceptionally robust, it looked just like a boss unit.

Karmic tribulation was like a raging torrent, and the body like a lone flat skiff. Moving along with the tide meant smooth sailing, but going against the current would likely shatter the skiff into dust against the violent, rushing rapids in an instant.

"No," the Immortal of the Demonic Realm replied without lifting her head, while using a green translucent electronic tablet to write.

Wang Ao was born and raised here. His arrival naturally drew the attention of the villagers. As these people gathered one after another, the tense atmosphere immediately subsided—the immortal of their village had returned.

Fu Kun still wanted to put on a proud and aloof front for a little longer, but unable to withstand the gnawing hunger in his stomach, he too joined the fray of snatching the dishes.

A sudden realization dawned on him as to why the Xie family protected this tavern, though he hadn't expected them to have ties with the Third Prince, even managing to bring him in as a shareholder. It seemed he would have to report this matter to his older sister.

Yet his resolute gaze remained unchanged. With a single step forward, his pressure surged once more, thoroughly reaching the Mortal-Shedding realm. A muffled sound echoed from within Murong Bai's body, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He pushed his divine touch to the extreme, the aura around his body resembling a rainbow. Using his ancestral artifact atop his head to cleave open a vast divine light, he actually split apart a starry sky.

Ergou's father stood holding his wife, trembling uncontrollably. As his legs shook, he suddenly felt a wave of scalding heat flow down from the upper part of his legs.

If they were to push forward with the work step-by-step, the resistance would likely be immense, and the subordinates would merely feign compliance while acting contrarily.

After the Second Elder dealt with the elemental illusion, the few of them hurriedly stepped forward to pay their respects, save for the unconscious Xue Zixin and the slightly displeased Ziye.

He finally figured it out—was President Fei's ten-billion-dollar lucky draw this time actually targeted at Tencent?

Yet from the very beginning of the banquet to the end, Dongfang Su silently drank his wine and ate his food, ignoring even those who tried to strike up a conversation with him, maintaining an aloof demeanor that kept everyone at a distance.