18 Male Supporting Character in Show Business

This person was Su Yan. As Jin Chixiao had feared, the worst had come to pass: Su Yan had been swallowed by the black hole and cast directly into the spatial turbulence. At this moment, Su Yan showed no signs of life; he was indistinguishable from a corpse.

Consequently, he relayed this concept via carrier pigeon to Xiao Zi, urging the Academy of Sciences to make it a priority for research. Xiao Zi, holding onto a sliver of hope, posted a bounty notice in Shaowu. Less than a day after the notice went up, a cook named Sang Dabao claimed it.

"I have always maintained a respectful attitude toward the authenticity of history; you could say it is my obsession," Li Wei replied, not answering directly. A faint smile graced his face as he spoke in a calm tone.

In the world of cultivation, weapons are collectively referred to as "Dharma Treasures." This term does not merely refer to swords or blades; anything that can be driven by spiritual energy and divine sense—such as a flying vessel, the space within Shi Leilei’s mind, or even a piece of defensive clothing—counts as a Dharma Treasure.

On the wilderness battlefield, Anna was engaged in a fierce fight with two Level 10 Dharma Saints and Adilina, while the other mages were not idle either.

The "Heaven-Forbidden Frost Grass" could only last for a short time, but it was enough. As Li Tian decimated the remaining soldiers at the city gate, his troops caught up from behind, brandishing their spiritual artifacts and charging into the city.

The deep cave fell silent, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief. Li Tian stowed away his "Black Invisibility Cloak" but continued to hold Zhan Lan’er tightly in his arms. In the darkness, his large hands grew restless, sliding toward the bodice of her clothing.

To be honest, it was not that Merlin disregarded the greater good of humanity, but that Merlin was too far from the Holy Empire. For a great army to travel from the southern border to the Holy Empire would take at least half a year—by then, the opportunity would be long gone. No ruler with sound logic would easily agree to such an exhausting expedition.

"How is Linhai City doing?" Before entering, the sound of questioning could be heard from within the treehouse.

Zhu Hongyu was at a distance, and with the Medicine Spirit acting as a shield, Qi Juishui felt completely at ease. He released Zhu Ronglei, telling her she could walk around a bit, while his water sword shimmered with spiritual light, a clear warning for her not to harbor any ulterior motives.

Lin Qingxue peeked discreetly and saw the old man wearing tattered Miao-style clothing, his expression quite haggard, suggesting he had suffered a great deal.

Before long, Xu Yifeng drove over. Gong Xianxian and Xia Fangyuan got into the car, and they drove to a nearby restaurant to eat.

Liang Dong looked at Chen Xi’s overly familiar demeanor and saw through his intentions clearly. Given his surname and his ability to drag Zhou Qian along, his identity went without saying.

The platform transformed into a world of thunder. Under the chaotic barrage of the Eight-Direction Thunder Demon Roars, none of the constantly manifesting phantom bodies of the Soul-Dispersing Mirror’s divine technique could come within three paces of Di Chongxiao, and the main body of the Soul-Dispersing Mirror itself began to show cracks under the relentless lightning strikes.

Liu Ying consulted with his subordinate officials and advisors, and they concluded that since everyone was ill, he should also feign illness and seek instructions from the Three Excellencies, waiting for a clear directive before making a move.

Ye Xiang flicked his finger and woke the Chu dynasty prince, disappearing again before he could fully regain his senses. However, because he was displeased by the prince’s earlier collusion with the man in white to covet Wu’er, he took the liberty of suppressing his martial energy to the Green level.

Xiaoyao Suifeng, thirteen years old, with triple spiritual roots: Earth root (4th grade), Water root (5th grade), and Wood root (8th grade). His soul power was four times that of an ordinary person, and his meridian strength was fifteen times that of an average adult.

"I can see them," the fat man suddenly shouted while looking at the twenty-plus people below. His cry caused the curious crowd around him to swarm to the edge of the cellar.

Lin Zhengxiao rose earlier than the roosters and, without even stopping for breakfast, rushed to the company to discuss how to handle the acquisition of the Donghua Chen family.

"What does it matter if one is a demon or a human? We all live under the same sky. There are evil humans and good demons; why trouble oneself with such things?" Ye Zhen whispered.

Jiang Fei knew he could no longer remain this indecisive. Obeying Fu Xun while unable to let go of Ye Fengmian would likely bring harm to everyone close to him if he continued this way.

Upon entering the courtyard, the surroundings were quite ordinary, with no signs of luxury; everything was plain and simple.

Chen Ang smiled helplessly. Revitalizing the Chen family was his lifelong mission, but accomplishing it was easier said than done. The Yang and Li families were no longer the families they once were; they stood before him like two colossal entities, not to mention the forces behind them that had yet to reveal themselves.

Before he could react, the Golden Flame Bear roared, and a beam of golden flame swept across toward Huang Zhantian.

He dared not advance further, instead manifesting his tricycle again and flying into the sky. Looking down from above, he tried to figure out what was going on.

The two exchanged a glance. Once they made this difficult choice, they might face a fate without a burial place.

He slowly picked at Li Ruonan’s collar, the blade sliding down, ready to tear through the pants she wore.

But a father is a father, no matter what, and Lin Yang did not complain; he was even grateful.

Seeing Wu Zhao and the others swaying like a lonely boat in the waves, just about to collapse, the dawn of victory finally arrived.

A crazed roar erupted suddenly. Wood splintered and flew as a blood-red figure shattered the pillars and charged forward like a shooting star. In an instant, it collided before Mi Dou’s eyes. Its blood-red fur seemed to burn, its facial features were twisted and hideous, and its eyes were filled with uncontrollable hunger and greed.

The long-winded Zhu Yuan was still hunched over, calculating something. Seeing someone approach, he looked up and, upon seeing Lin Tianxuan, immediately smiled.

Luo Yan forced himself to stay calm and asked with a frown, "Does that person have the power to destroy the Super Magnetic Cannon?" He had such firm faith in the sturdiness of the Super Magnetic Cannon that he couldn't believe such a thing could happen.