Chapter 58: The Scorekeeper

Although walking a few hundred meters is nothing for members of the demon race and would certainly not tire them out, the loss of face was immense.

Everyone finally snapped back to reality, and the dinner resumed, but the initial atmosphere was gone. Everyone was somewhat distracted, and the meal was hurriedly brought to an end.

The meeting place was arranged at the café here. The VIP building was a four-story Chinese-style structure without an elevator, and both its architecture and interior decoration were very old-fashioned.

"Now he has become a corpse servant?" Everyone found it hard to believe. Mao Bing looked no different from an ordinary person, and even he had misjudged him; ordinary people could not tell the difference at all.

Thirteen skills, coupled with four beam cannons as thick as the mouth of a bowl, directly blasted all the giant-winged birds within a radius of thirty meters ahead into powder. For a moment, the sky seemed much clearer.

"Is all this real? Am I seeing things?" Feng Ruxuan asked with a trace of disbelief.

It wasn't until the broadcast inside the motorized railcar sounded that everyone was jolted awake from their shock.

Had she not offered her mecha as a stake earlier, he might not even have had the opportunity to teach Li Wei a lesson. Therefore, having won this duel, he naturally had to hand over the thirty-thousand-credit wager to Angel.

Shen Yi nodded slightly, shifted his gaze to the car parked by the roadside, and activated the Eye of Truth. The situation inside the car instantly came into view.

Sent flying by a single punch from Xiao Yan, the Blood-Flame Scaled Beast roared as it emerged from the pile of rubble. The injuries it had sustained earlier were now completely healed, and its aura had even grown stronger. With just a slight flash of its enormous body, it arrived beside Xiao Yan, its giant claws sweeping horizontally with a force sufficient to shatter mountains.

If someone hadn't happened to pass by and discover his miserable state, he probably would have died outside the city long ago.

She actually longed for a person of the cloth to answer such a childish question. They say those who have renounced worldly attachments are guided by mercy, let alone a kind-hearted monk like Hongyi. As he had said, he probably would have done the same for anyone else.

If one can let go, it is also a form of liberation. It's just that he currently lacks the good fortune to attain this release.

Trapped in a complete disadvantage, Yuan Xing also burst forth with unprecedented combat power. Both his speed and strength increased, bringing him fully to his peak physical condition.

Meanwhile, Zhongmu County was in complete chaos. Early in the morning, scout reports suddenly arrived, stating that a large faction of the Yellow Turban army was marching toward Zhongmu County and was already less than thirty miles away from the city.

Even if Shulong stopped struggling, she would only have lost to herself, lost to death, lost to that ghastly, bloody, and horrifying mess of flesh.

After the head teacher finished ranting, he made a call to the principal, briefly explaining the situation with the ultimate intent of expelling Han Xing.

With that, his soul energy wrapped around his hands, controlling every minute detail to achieve extreme equilibrium, and then his palms slowly moved toward each other.

That was a vast apple orchard, with bright red apples hanging heavy on the branches. A colorful python coiled around the highest treetops, breathing in the sweet dew of the air, seemingly with no intention of attacking any living creature.

This was also because Era Entertainment currently had very few people, so there were fewer matters to handle. If there were more people and things remained like this, Era Entertainment would descend into chaos. Zhang Siyuan had no intention of replacing the CEO of Era Entertainment; Peng Benben could play a role in this position that no one else could fulfill.

Yun Mo hurriedly unfolded the letter to read it. Because of her knee injury, Yun Mo's leg could not bend well after sitting down, so she had to stretch it out straight.

"Alright, I understand!" Lin Kang also nodded and then smiled. The others nodded in agreement as well; they were gradually developing an unconditional trust in Han Yu's words.

"When it comes to matters of life and death, there are no 'ifs'," the Elder Madame said softly, as if knowing what the old maid was thinking.

An idol is an idol, and a company is a company. Li Hongyan drew a very clear line between the two. If he were willing to work for others, he wouldn't need to struggle so hard right now. What he wanted was a company of his own, not to work as an employee for someone else.

At first, he found it completely intolerable to become someone else's servant, given his dignity as the leader of a sect. But when he learned the identity of the red-robed youth, he realized that the so-called master of the Qingsong Sect was nothing more than an ant outside the Moyun Mountain Range.

"Then I shall not disturb Fellow Daoist Muyu's journey. Let us part ways here." Huai Beya offered a graceful bow and then departed with a smile.

This shot was still quite dangerous. If Skrtel had reacted just a fraction of a second slower, the ball would have gone in. Edinson Cavani created a massive threat right after coming on as a substitute, but unfortunately lacked a bit of luck.

Although the pilot didn't clearly see the hull number of the aircraft carrier—perhaps there was no hull number at all, as imperial naval carriers usually scrubbed off their hull numbers before setting sail, and the New Land navy might do the same—judging by the black smoke billowing from the carrier as it traveled at high speed, it was tentatively deduced that it might be the *Saratoga*.

A purple-black long robe fluttered in the breeze, long beautiful hair draped over her back, and she was holding something in her hand.

He had not achieved it, nor had anyone else—not even the transcendence-realm grandmasters who died in the earth caves—because their battles were, to a greater or lesser degree, driven by their own selfish motives.

Just at that moment, they were frozen in terror as a gigantic gray wolf appeared before them.

To reunite with him across reincarnations inevitably involved the karma of the Holy Emperor, something the Bitter-Love Tree could never bridge. If forced, the immense karmic power would likely shatter the Bitter-Love Tree instantly.

Wei Yingqi was not a fool; naturally, he knew that they dared to step forward so brazenly likely because of an imperial decree. Recalling Nianchen's origins, he understood why this matter had come to pass.

In the past, Wei Bufan would have tried to stop her, but today, he had not the slightest such thought—instead, he wished his wife would strike a few more times to keep his son from running his mouth so recklessly.

And after drinking, special services would naturally be required. At this rate, it would probably cost twenty or thirty strings of cash.

"Yet when my teacher acted this way, was it not out of consideration for fraternal bonds? Look at it from another angle: if someone else were plotting against him, do you think he would willingly walk into the trap?" Thinking of Lin Jin's character, Lin Mu instantly fell silent.