Volume 1, Chapter 41: A Rival's Provocation Leads to Their Own Humiliation

Thud. The sound of the door closing echoed through the room.
Jiang Qin, already seated back on the sofa, naturally assumed that Huo Sili had been shut out.

Hearing that Xiao Feng had been attacked and suffered a gunshot wound, Liu Yuehua and Wang Shishi arrived to visit very discreetly. However, after seeing that Xiao Feng was out of danger, the two of them drove back home just as quietly that afternoon.

With that, Lu Zhicheng signaled for the others to step back, then slowly drew the Qingyun Xuankong Sword he kept at his waist. Le Yiyang watched as Lu Zhicheng tapped his toes lightly against the ground and soared into mid-air, swinging the blade from side to side. A surge of sword energy struck the entrance of the cave, followed by a sharp crack, and the massive boulder blocking the opening came crashing down.

"What do you mean? This is a gay bar. If you aren't one, why did you run in here? Honestly," the bartender said, filled with righteous indignation.

The Beast King said he would send someone, but in reality, he let out a series of strange, rapid whistles. The bald eagle, which had been soaring at a low altitude, let out a long cry upon hearing the sound and flew off toward the north.

The Heaven-Defying Evil Lord was no benevolent soul. As he provoked them, the group did not rush to respond, instead huddling together to discuss a strategy.

According to what Jiang Yizhi had said, everyone on the Xuanfeng Continent should have been a talentless waste, so how had he turned out to be a genius? And what about his claim that reaching the God Venerable realm would be no problem for him? What was going on? Furthermore, there was his own lineage—he was actually the son of an eighteenth-stage powerhouse.

Long Xingyu thought for a moment and nodded. Perhaps he needed to relax to ease the turmoil in his heart, and it might also be a chance to go out and search for his lost memories.

Just then, the doors to the hall opened, and a group of large men dressed in black suits walked straight toward them.

Who was he? The famous Young Master Qi of the capital. Was there anyone taller, richer, or more handsome than him?

Yelu Ruan was deep in thought when he suddenly heard someone in the palace calling his name, so he hurried away.

The Snow Lion King didn't even give Kida a chance to draw his sword; he roared, leaped high into the air, and swung a heavy punch in Kida's direction.

It is said that after people in the human realm die, they enter the underworld, walk along the Yellow Springs Road, cross the Naihe Bridge, and drink Meng Po's soup, which signifies the forgetting of all worldly matters as they await reincarnation.

With a bang, a projectile pierced Tang Ming's left shoulder. Flesh and blood splattered, revealing ghastly white bone, a sight that was truly harrowing.

"Hmph, regret? Even if you talk yourselves up to the heavens, the Xingmei Group will find it hard to get back on its feet," a former executive sneered.

Not only was the door not shut, but when they walked in, the man in black with the iron mask seemed to have been waiting there for a long time.

Zi Han nodded, seemingly understanding, yet he did not care. None of this appeared to have anything to do with him; his only focus now was to improve his cultivation. Only by becoming strong enough could he wash away his shame and achieve everything he desired.

Xing Tian would certainly have ignored anyone else, but he would listen to Zhang Qian. Thus, he immediately shifted his target and charged toward the Celestial Emperor.

"No wonder you looked familiar. I know who your mother is; you look just like her. But to be honest with you, the Crystal Brain is no longer in the forest," Li Bai said.

Thinking of this, Deputy Nie also felt a headache coming on. He patted the man on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, we will deploy our elites to investigate with everything we've got." After taking two million from someone, how could they not catch the culprit?

As they brushed past each other, Ma Zhe’s keen intuition sensed her nervousness, but he did not turn back.