32. The Male Supporting Character in Show Business

Mo Fan, sitting cross-legged on the bed, quietly opened his eyes. The destructive energy he had left on that person during the day had not been dispelled; he could clearly sense it now, located only about three hundred meters away—it was incredibly close.

Lan Yin, however, held her breath, not daring to make a sound. She kept her eyes fixed on Li Huai with every step he took; the moment any mishap befell him, she would charge forward without hesitation.

"The Prison-Locking Divine Art is specifically designed to subdue defiant rebels like you! Come back to the Law Enforcement Hall with me!" Gu Haitong roared, his iron chains lashing out violently. With a loud clatter, the chains slithered toward Ji Mo like venomous snakes.

Although the turtle shell emitted no aura, the surrounding air distorted slightly, wreathed in a layer of pale yellow mist.

Unconsciously, the pressure in Li Yulong’s heart seemed to lighten. For a long time, Mo Fan had been a towering mountain weighing upon him. Now, it seemed that Mo Fan’s strength came merely from his high aptitude as a Body of Harmony, allowing him to perceive the laws of the universe ahead of others.

Even they did not dare to act so recklessly, yet Mo Fan had beaten them to it. How were they supposed to maintain their reputation as the Four Bullies of Yangtian City?

The deadline for his appointment with Kurapika was only about a week away. Perhaps because he had been wandering aimlessly, he had yet to catch a glimpse of Kurapika.

"If the intel is accurate, the Barbarian God will descend in ten days. By then, I will join forces with the generals of the other four battalions to strike, and this great merit will be mine." A proud, confident smile appeared on Sima Zhaoyang’s face, his expression one of absolute certainty.

This was the supreme True Buddha of the Buddhist sect; even a casual remark could save souls, possessing an unimaginable power of will.

I hurriedly activated my Ghost Eye. Once my forehead’s eye opened, I saw a trail of footprints left by yin energy along the side of the road, and following behind them was another set of prints—this one carrying yang energy. It was highly likely that these were the old man's footprints.

"Haha, Brother Feng, is this the new sister-in-law?" Zhang Yuhang pointed at Liu Xiao in the distance, shouted, and then walked toward me with a grin.

On a chair placed in the hallway sat a man who appeared to be a tough guy; he wore slippers, had one foot propped up on the chair, and was fiddling with his phone.

In this Kunlun Secret Realm, the fall of Great Emperors was a common occurrence, no longer a fresh piece of news. Cultivators would merely look up, heave a sigh, and then take out their divine imperial-grade metals to "bathe" them.

Seeing the two of them accept the medicinal pills, Luo Hao asked again, even though the amount of spatial primordial energy he had acquired far exceeded the assessment standards.

This underground lake lay before us, and we had to find a way across. However, we had no boat or any useful tools, and the cave contained nothing but scattered white bones.

The next morning, I felt a soft sensation on my face. I suddenly opened my eyes to see Gao Xue lying on top of me.

I drove to the supermarket. She hadn't woken up today; she had overslept. She was exhausted, constantly worrying about me, and I wanted to appear normal.

To think that he, a demigod, had been forced into a position where he didn't even have a place to stand—it was truly humiliating. Upon learning of this, Xiang Gangtian soared out of the city, killing a dozen men with a single sword stroke, including several pseudo-gods and demigods.

Wang Xinyi stopped after saying this, merely staring at the precision instruments behind the glass door, as if lost in her own thoughts.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!" A rat-man noticed the abnormal state of the larger one and let out several chirps, questioning what had happened.

Somehow, his Brother Chen had managed to break free from Huang Ze’s restraint, using his bandage-wrapped hand to punch Huang Ze.

Guided by the faint light, Liu Ye made out the large characters on the wall and shook his head with a bitter smile. Although his feud with Wei Zhongdao was entirely unexpected, now that it had happened, he would not run away from the responsibility he had to bear.

Zhao Mingxuan’s expression shifted slightly: What did Xiao Shaohua mean by that? Did he think what he had just said wasn't the truth?

"What!" Upon hearing this news, Liao Huan was shocked and immediately rushed to the location they mentioned. When he arrived, a foul, fishy stench hit him so hard he nearly vomited on the spot.

"Enough! You bunch of trash, didn't you hear what my brother said? I told you all to get up, yet you’re still kneeling! Are you deaf?" the Second Prince scolded.

Wu Minghao curled his lip and led his men around to the left. Having joined late, his status within Line Nine was average, and the burly man who had just ordered him around was from Line Three; he had no choice but to obey.

"Senior Lu Ding, what nonsense are you spouting? Nothing will happen to you. Have you forgotten the pill formula Liu Chuan gave me? I’ve already deciphered one of the medicines: the Heaven-Aligning Pill! Once refined, it will extend your life! Don't you worry, Liu Chuan will definitely find the ingredients!" Wuxin said.