Chapter 22

A dizzy spell overtook him, and in that moment, Zuojun’s mind erupted with a thunderous roar. Countless murmuring voices followed, indifferent to whether Zuojun could comprehend them, transforming into glittering golden words that engraved themselves upon his very soul.

Watching Huang Yurou bow her head, I understood that she was referring to the incident when she lost control after using the defective MIRACLE, leading to the murder of her own parents. Having experienced such a tragedy herself, it seemed Huang Yurou deeply feared the influence of MIRACLE.

The two squared off, fists raised, swiftly exchanging powerful blows. It was like a clash between a blazing fire and a golden radiance. Dragonlihai, the mighty demon king, relied on his formidable strength, constantly channeling his vital energy to force back the black flame, but as time wore on, he could no longer hold his ground.

Grandmother Jiuying finished speaking, her breath ragged; clearly, transmitting such a secret message had exhausted her spirit and energy.

Everyone here was a master—calling it a gathering of experts would not be an exaggeration. Nearly all of them looked in the direction of the outer courtyard at the same time, eager to see what had happened.

I picked up my phone; it was Wuxuan calling. What was she doing, calling me so early in the morning?

Chu Jingtian knew exactly what he should do and was well aware of what Mu Haifeng was thinking.

General Lu Yu walked beneath the tree, furrowing his brow. He gazed upward for a while, found nothing unusual, and shook his head slowly.

“Alright,” Feng Tianxing agreed without hesitation. When he arrived here yesterday, it was already midday; after eating, working, and meditating, there had been no time for visits.

Even before entering the bar, Cao Peng felt something odd—the name “Black Thorn” was indeed bizarre.

It wasn’t until Young Master Man pulled up Liu Ling’s recent activity report and investigated further that the details of the Holy Grail War gradually came to light.

Only the first three sets of military boxing were allowed, and he had to fight on stage. With so many people here—well-trained soldiers with solid foundations—even he would be drained after several hundred rounds, with no opportunity to secretly recover.

She Tunhai laughed heartily, confident of victory, instantly seeing through Lin Tian’s intentions.

Lin Ying thought of this, but suddenly realized that if Qilin did not intervene this time, she might really be crushed to pulp—a truly unjust fate. She shivered and pinched herself.

“We’re on the same side, the same side. My name is Fu Yan; I’m their manager and also live here.” Fu Yan explained with a friendly smile.

“Damn, it’s the Descent of the Divine technique. This guy is at least a four-star limit cultivator. This is trouble.” Liu Ling quickly activated the Galaxy Sword Technique, supporting himself with galaxy energy to barely withstand the opponent’s aura.

In fact, when Yufeng and his companion entered the hospital room, it had all been arranged and paid for by the City Management Enforcement Bureau, which eased Yufeng’s mind and made him less hostile toward the bureau.

Immediately, the idle immortals gathered, gesticulating and commenting as they watched the two gradually wrestle, neither using their cultivation—making for a surprisingly matched contest.

Fang Jiren, accompanied by five strong young workers, exited the north gate of the Fang family compound. Someone carried a long-handled broom, another held a dustpan, and another carried an iron bucket, walking along the east wall toward the south gate.

At this moment, Yinling began to boldly recall Bai Qianhui’s appearance, from the depths of her heart admitting her affection for him. Perhaps it began at their first meeting during the birthday banquet, or when he killed Lie Wanxiong to rescue her—she had already fallen for him then.

Upon hearing this, Xia Yinyin’s face changed suddenly, and she immediately claimed that Zhou Zekai had framed her. But what use was that now?

As gentle music sounded, a faint glow emanated from her body.

“The smell there is terrible. Dead bodies are occasionally delivered in body bags, and we help him move them into the morgue.”

Though the Treasure Exchange Conference was still trading Ye Shu’s crafted artifacts, it had already grown lively and bustling.

But faced with so many trolls, so many paid commenters, and so many online mobs, what could be done?

Hearing Luo Yi hint at wanting to kick her out, Jiaoya panicked. She had gained so much following Luo Yi and was unwilling to give up her golden opportunity. “Fortune favors the bold,” she thought, recalling the phrase.

Director Wang was in high spirits tonight, seeing how smoothly the scenes had been shot. He joked with Chen Jiao Jiao. Sister Zhou, pleased with Wang’s mood, seized the chance to discuss her leave request.

After drinking the magic potion, Luo Yi waited for its effects. The remaining elite goblins, intimidated by Luo Yi’s display of power, did not dare attack, so a stalemate ensued.

But on this day, a sensational rumor began to circulate through every tier of aristocratic society in the capital.

Zhou Feng’s resolve was unwavering; he had moved beyond rebellion and was in the prime of his youth. The Zhou family’s future was once a stage for his ambitions, but now seemed to be his grave.

“Ouyang Luo, Bai Lin, take your master away! Keep him away from these flowers and plants, or his body will explode!” Luo Shuiyi said gravely.

Excessive blood loss left Hua Lingyu’s hand weak, but he still held tightly to Luo Shuiyi’s—only then could he finally rest.

He strode out of the hotel and fixed his gaze on a young man in white casual attire a hundred meters away.

By now, the area was packed with immortals. They surrounded the imperial palace steps, forming a semicircular ring as they all stared at the platform above.

Hua Mantian was certain Qin Chen was deliberately opposing him, bidding up prices out of spite, which fueled his hatred for those in Box Nine.

It must be noted: the Giriel Tower was a hundred meters tall, and Emperor Constantine was no mage capable of levitation. To jump directly from it showed just how terrifyingly powerful his body was.

“No need to worry; I just gave him a sedative,” Three Shots said, as if watching a show.