Chapter 36: Internal Strife in the Huo Family

Although Huo Yanxiu's initial motive for marrying her was rooted in self-interest, he had truly fulfilled the role of a husband. He took care of the trivialities of daily life, and for Ruan Tang, living together this way was quite comfortable; as for those annoying flies that kept pestering them, drawing a clear line was enough to deal with them.

Looking into Ruan Tang's sincere eyes, Huo Yanxiu felt a stir in his heart; the last shred of affection he held for Mother Huo silently vanished at that moment.

The two entered the house. Meanwhile, hurry—

Do not misunderstand; this song was not the one previously mentioned as being designed for Shang Zhuoyan. This one was a whim. The piece truly tailored for her current situation is coming up later, and it will be even better—look forward to it.

The Yenie Sanctuary was no longer an unfamiliar place to the participants of the second round of the game. They navigated the foyer and corridors with practiced ease, walking straight into the center of the hall that housed the patients.

Only then did the car following behind come to an immediate stop. The bodyguards previously hired by Yamamoto Ichiro rushed out of the vehicle at once. They scanned their surroundings with vigilance as they ran toward Yamamoto Ichiro and his group.

Bestowed by a god and possessing marvelous efficacy—is this thing not the same as the legendary divine artifacts!?

Zhaoyang served as the central hub for these multiple concurrent battles. By connecting to the perspective of every contractor, he could discern every minute shift in the situation without moving a muscle, as if he were overlooking the entire Weicheng from the sky.

Elodie naturally did not object—she was well aware of Cocomochi's abilities. If they could obtain the support of a Lesser God at a time like this, their strength would be significantly enhanced.

"Give me and Zhong Zhenhua an appropriate status, and have your grandson enter into a marriage alliance with my descendants and those of Commander Zhong." He had to settle for the next best thing.

But at the time, he thought that his own fists were simply not big enough; otherwise, he could have knocked them all down one by one.

In fact, after Liu Chuanpumu collided with this Godslayer, his own arm sustained some damage. However, because Liu Chuanpumu practiced a style that favored soft techniques, the impact of the recoil did not affect him too severely.

This implies that on the day the fugitive escaped from prison, he could have reduced the Keen Prison—which could be called a space fortress—to cosmic dust in the blink of an eye, had he so desired.

"I previously served as the deputy director, Fourth Young Master." Hearing Zheng Yu's question, Wang Yongjun hurriedly lifted his head, hope rekindling on his face as he replied respectfully.

In the past, he only thought the Witch Sect was evil for harming the innocent, but now he discovered that the Taoist Alliance was just as filthy beneath its polished exterior. This made Hao Ren even more worried about the safety of Old Man Hao; even if the Witch Sect hadn't killed the old man, the Taoist Alliance would eventually do the same.

Wang Qiang and Malatang, having regained their senses, stared at Xu Changsheng with very, very strange expressions.

Governor Yatai's portly body was torn apart, and tens of thousands of enemies were sent flying through the air. Even that lean, high-level warrior with astonishing combat power was left covered in wounds from the blast.

As the massive metal cage descended, it collapsed a thirty-story commercial building in its wake, adding a fresh patch of urban ruins to the already scarred and devastated business district.

Under the influence of Chu Jiu's silver-tongued persuasion, while other temples competed for people to offer the first incense only during festivals and holidays, Dongliang Temple was far more impressive: people came every single day to vie for the chance to offer the first incense.

"Alright, alright," Sister Feng’s words were layered with hidden barbs. Xue Pan found it difficult to parry—what kind of fortune did he have that could be shared with Tanchun? Sister Feng’s words were quite teasing; if Tanchun hadn't been upset about Jia Huan's affairs today, she likely would have quarreled with Sister Feng.

At this moment, Ma Lu, who was listening to the conversation from the side, suddenly began to struggle. His eyeballs rolled up and down; clearly, he had something to say, but his mouth was sealed tight with a strip of cloth—who knows where it was found.