Chapter 35: Who Decides Who Is Worthy

Subsequently, Zhang Yunfeng must have realized his fate, which is why he changed his strategy to curry favor with me, voluntarily revealing that he was wearing a wire just to earn my trust.

"You were only a fraction of a point away from a perfect score; don't you find that a pity?" A perfect score is not like a common vegetable—they are not easily found, and at the Myriad Beast Academy, they are perhaps rarer than a Saint-level expert.

"Manager Tang, you stepped in some spit; those high-end leather shoes are sensitive to such filth." Without naming names, Zhao Hongbing stopped at the hint. Manager Tang followed his gaze and, sure enough, saw the puddle of saliva.

Furthermore, this is our territory. If something happens, it should be our responsibility to investigate. For you, an outside officer with a suspicious identity, to take the lead here is intentionally trying to embarrass us.

That was not all. In the first year after being assigned to the company, the Armed Police and Public Security Force began recruiting new soldiers, and the two brothers were both admitted, ranking first and second respectively.

Perhaps at some moment, you will suddenly experience an epiphany; because of a certain remark or certain events, some things simply become clear.

Thus, they shifted to providing humanity with other forms of technological support, such as aerospace technology, genetic engineering, cloning technology, and so on. Of course, they provided this knowledge quite covertly; almost no one knew that these advancements were related to the Gray race.

Zhao Hongbing decided to find Liu Huadong, intending to form a powerful alliance with him to counter Aladingding's dominance in e-commerce.

What is called experience is the precious wealth they both accumulated through long-term combat, but experience is not absolute. It is important, but sometimes accidents can occur.

Locked behind the iron bars, Li Qiang stood with his hands behind his back, naturally exuding the aura of a top-tier master. There was no need to hide anymore, and that deathly stillness slowly permeated the air. Although his strength had significantly declined, his presence remained.

Helplessly tossing and turning, the more he tried to fall asleep, the harder it became; the more he wanted to drift off, the more awake he felt. Ran Sinian had no choice but to get up, throw on some loungewear, wash up, and head downstairs.

"It's not difficult; you just need to go out for a meal with me." The murderous look on my face vanished, replaced by a smile.

Yuanbao called home and asked Tingting to tell He Dongfeng to come down and take the call, but He Dongfeng refused.

Huang Jun said, "You want to discipline me? That's a bit too early. At least not right now. No more nonsense; I think we should just leave it at this."

At this moment, Nie Tian's eyes turned blood-red, and a towering, malevolent aura erupted from his gaze. The figure of Lu Renjia seemed to appear in his mind.

"But regardless of everything, you did fulfill your ancestor's dream. You must have been overjoyed at that time, right?" Shu Yao said.

Afterward, He Dongyi hung up the phone in a hurry. He Dongfeng stared at it in disbelief, confirming he hadn't dialed the wrong number.

"Die!" With that single, bone-chilling word, Nie Tian’s demonic sword unleashed an abyss of lightning, striking down directly at the old man. In that instant, it seemed the sky was filled with lightning sword light, completely sealing the old man’s escape route. The old man turned pale and retreated continuously, but how could Nie Tian show mercy? Such an ill-intentioned person deserved to be executed.

Yang Qian was no longer the man he once was. If he couldn't solve a problem, the secular cultivation families certainly couldn't either, so he had no intention of seeking their help. He just smiled and walked away.

"Does the senior have any instructions?" Hearing Elder Yan’s words, Han Hao’s courage grew, and he stepped forward a few more paces.

Xiao Yi was speechless at the couple. Indeed, they were birds of a feather. He only wanted to end this dinner as soon as possible.

After reading it, Xiao Yi sighed with emotion. Bi Xin was about his age; if Xiao Yi hadn't been reborn, he would only be looking up to her in admiration.

Peng En calmly deflected the flying knife and was just about to pursue the enemy when Luo Qi's voice suddenly came from the side.

The members of the three great families were all shivering and dripping with snot from the cold, huddling together for warmth. When the three clan leaders saw me appear, they completely lost the desire to keep fighting.

The blade energy transformed into a stream of water, spreading out with Luo Qi as the center. The currents extended from the feet of the ghosts like pythons, locking them firmly in place.

"Hum." As soon as Han Hao closed his eyes, all the acupuncture points in his body opened simultaneously. The surrounding spiritual energy surged into his body like a swarm. Han Hao quickly diverted some of his focus to control the speed of the intake; his injuries were not yet fully healed, and absorbing too much energy at once would be counterproductive.

In fact, he knew he was perfectly fine. Although the laboratory contained many toxic and hazardous materials, the fire had not reached them, so there was no need to worry.

As he spoke, he looked for his seat. The previously relaxed conference room suddenly quieted down due to his intrusion.

At this moment, in the center of White Sheep City, a powerful aura was being unleashed and rising rapidly, surpassing the city’s two strongest experts, Lan and Su Meiqin, in a short time.

Jun Jiu had long noticed Yan He’s frequent glances, and she could guess a thing or two about his intentions.

After they left, the God Selection Assembly would continue to be held session after session. Perhaps in the future, disciples from Jun Jiu and Mo Wuyue’s sect would also come to participate in the assembly in batches.

However, at that very moment, the three armored dragon turtles—Jin Naitian, Jin Naidi, and Jin Nairen—instantly retracted into their shells and began to spin rapidly, hurtling toward the Soul-Devouring Golden Flood Dragon like cannonballs.