Volume One, Chapter 24: He’s Really Gone Mad

The clothes inside seemed tailor-made for Su Jiye; every set suited him perfectly.

Though it was merely a fleeting glance, the sight of that triangular snake head and its sinister, venomous gaze was enough to send a chill down one's spine.

Fading ripples and passing years left behind only a landscape of wreckage and a corpse drained of all life. Even then, the tips of the three tentacles remained firmly embedded within the body.

Such a massive cake was not something Hou Changfeng would miss. He needed to cultivate relationships with major computer brands now to pave the way for his future.

This was his second buzzer-beater of the season. The fans in the arena were left in a state of genuine helplessness, having once again witnessed exactly how a legendary shot unfolds.

Chen Yu agreed with this sentiment. After all, the changes he had experienced lately were, in essence, the result of the basketball system modifying his talent.

Hou Changfeng shared his plan, and upon hearing it, Liao Jiayi couldn't help but burst into a giggle.

Stung by pain, the "Big Head" thrashed its tentacles wildly, flinging one unknown bacterium after another into the air. In just a short moment, the area around the "Big Head" was clear again, though the slowly darkening pool of plasma around it spoke volumes of the injury it had sustained.

Mo Ran frowned and stared closely at Zhu Quan. He could still see that eerie black mist—the sensation it gave off was truly unsettling.

Jingfang Island bustled with life once more, as thousands of cultivators arrived daily via the teleportation arrays.

This time, JYP had secured over thirty slots for the competition. Sometimes Du Youjia sighed, feeling that he hadn't done anything else since arriving in Seoul besides competing. Park Jinyoung had rented a large bus specifically to pick up the trainees and head to the venue—the SM Entertainment building—to avoid any organizational trouble later.

Zhan Song nodded and said, "That’s right, don't stand on ceremony." The food in the school cafeteria wasn't expensive; he could afford to treat her. Besides, acting generous in front of Ning Xin would leave a good impression.

In fact, during the time Chen Yang had been away, Yu Qingfeng had demolished quite a few strongholds of the West Fire Cult.

The Taoist, caught up in his own excitement, cast a sidelong glance at Daoist Sanyuan, completely ignoring the murderous look Daoist Yanming was shooting his way.

"Since so many deputy commanders distrust me, I shall let facts speak for themselves! As luck would have it, Grand Commander Gongsun Qi and these two deputy commanders are not participating; they can serve as witnesses. The competition will be held in three days," Changkong Xingyu said with a look of resignation.

"I can do it myself; I don't need them." As soon as Dong Ru heard that others were to serve her, she instantly felt uncomfortable, goosebumps rising on her skin. She frowned immediately and spoke up.

Only then did she realize that she was drenched, her forehead covered in cold sweat. But upon hearing her husband's voice, she had never felt so encouraged and relieved. Her eyes, only then, welled up with tears of grievance that streamed down her face.

Currently, in the domestic mobile phone industry, some camera sensors were developed in-house, while others relied on foreign patents. By and large, the industry still depended on foreign technology.

Her strength had not yet fully returned, and being in the postpartum period, she dared not move recklessly. She only shifted slightly in Wei Qilang's arms.

Li Jialong finally understood why Zhao Tiezhu had not returned Li Hao immediately—it was to use Li Hao as leverage to threaten the Li family and crush them with sheer force of presence.

Guan Jinlin spoke, telling Yinzi to pull out the flying dart for inspection. He saw a note attached to the dart that read: "Meet at Dale Cafe at one o'clock," signed "Hai Jiao."

The giant bear’s presence against me vanished. I slowly opened my eyes to see it running frantically, sometimes bounding on all fours, sometimes standing upright, as it chased after the Vietnamese.

Bai Chenfeng was pressing a cotton swab against the needle mark on her arm. Hearing her words, he cast a slight glance at her, sensing she was just looking for trouble, so he remained silent.

With his experience, he could see at a glance that the guy was not relying on his own true strength just now, but had used some kind of technique to release that pressure.

The one thing a man detests most is being pointed at. Zhao Tiezhu’s face darkened, a flash of cold light flickering in his eyes.

He Zongwei’s mouth curved into a slight arc as he extended his hand in a friendly gesture, smiling. On his face, not a trace of hostility could be found.

The "tat-tat-tat" sound of gunfire echoed through the basement, which was half-lit and half-dark, like the beating of ghostly drums. The flying bullets struck several of the black-clad men whom Guan Jinlin had paralyzed.

"He slaughtered sixteen imperial capitals; standing up to a Great Saint is nothing," the old quasi-emperor muttered, clicking his tongue in disbelief. If all of Ye Chen’s battle records were laid out, they would be enough to terrify anyone.

Ling Xiao had also invited Huang Zhiqiang and Lin Meiling. The former had urgent matters at his company, and the latter was on set, but both promised to come, albeit a bit late. While these two heavyweight guests had yet to appear, another, Tang Meiyu, arrived fashionably late.

The first-generation disciples of the Jie Cult were all deployed, and the second-generation disciples came to assist as well. As long as a cultivator remained in Zhaoge, no one could stay out of the fray.

In less than ten minutes, the thugs who had run off returned with dozens more, all armed with weapons. Naturally, the leader carried a bulging cloth bag that seemed to be stuffed with items.

"Are you a loach?" he asked, leaning close to my ear. His two fangs bit into my earlobe, alternating between heavy and light nips.

The usually quiet Shizune was also shocked, staring at Jiraiya in disbelief. Naruto sat quietly to the side; at a time like this, it was better to let the Pervy Sage do the explaining.

He truly did not want to let Luo Han and the others take the risk. After all, Fu Tianhai had become Bai Baoguo's trump card; heaven knows how many people that brat Bai Baoguo would arrange to protect him.

Maro remained wary of Jinli, not understanding why the leader had summoned him out so late at night to speak outside the wooden hut.

He gave the three elders a concise account of the origin of the War Arrows. Overjoyed, the three elders immediately washed their hands and burned incense, bowing respectfully before the purple jade box three times and knocking their heads nine times, showing the utmost reverence.

This town was indeed highly unwelcoming to traveling performers, and Markbein and his group clearly felt very out of place after their arrival.