Chapter 36

"I met Mr. Qi, the head of Swift Network, by chance online. However, his exceptional knowledge and highly professional technical skills won over both me and my friends. I believe that if Si'ao were to establish a branch in this country, it would certainly be here, and nowhere else."

"Why are you crying? I haven't bullied you." Ye Wudao gently stroked her three thousand strands of hair, which were tied up casually yet carried an ethereal air. Her trembling shoulders looked so fragile; compared to a man like him, her journey to reach this point must not have been easy.

Right now, Zou Chuan’s biggest concern was whether the laser cannon could inflict any damage on this beast. After all, those scales were incredibly thick.

Jing Yun, born into a commoner family, was naturally unimpressed by the high-and-mighty noble clans. Consequently, he held a particular disdain for Sang Fei, who wore a cold expression all day long, and went out of his way to oppose him at every turn.

However, compared to the old man, Ralph was still just a "youngster." After the old man had his fill of wine, he casually flicked his wine gourd toward Ralph—a gourd strike. It caught Ralph completely off guard.

Old Master Chen sighed and said, "This business… let’s not talk about it. If it weren't for you at that time… Alas! I haven’t even properly thanked you yet; how could we discuss such worldly matters?" These words were sincere, but Han Jun did not want him to thank him for anything. Money? That was the one thing he was least in need of right now.

Another pool of blood appeared before Kun Jian. He truly had no strength left to fight and had to accept the reality of the gap in their power.

The subordinate retreated sheepishly. He truly could not fathom Galdan's intentions; he was both desperate to march straight to Liaodong and unwilling to turn against the Han people.

However, Fang Ming, who had been harboring high hopes, discovered something eerie just as he entered the vicinity of Mount Cuiyun—no, to be precise, even before he had truly entered its borders...

Lei Yuan could not figure this out either. He looked toward Bo Chang, hoping that this top strategist could offer some assistance.

Jin Minghao also remained silent, focusing on his meal. When it came to such matters between a couple, no one wanted their elders involved; it was simply too awkward. After his mother said a few more words to Shuri, she began chatting with Jin Minghao about normal household affairs.

With the Shadow Overlord personally presiding over the Hall of Ten Thousand Souls, he would surely know the moment Wu Yi arrived in the Underworld. This time was no exception; led by a ball of white soul-fire, Wu Yi once again entered the main hall of the Hall of Ten Thousand Souls. Even though he had been there once before, Wu Yi still felt a chill from the eerie atmosphere surrounding him.

Unfortunately, one was a life-saving trait and the other was a support skill; neither could help Link resolve his current predicament.

"I’m bored anyway! Let me go pick them up! Otherwise, those idiots will never find their way here!" Zoro proposed, mostly because he felt bored staying there.

Then there was Zhang Ruilin, that unlucky fellow who, in Wu Yi's eyes, was nothing more than a tag-along, a tragic figure of the year who had "died" for two years the moment he appeared.

At present, Xiaoyue City used this Godhead of the War God as its core drive. The city as a whole would no longer appear as cumbersome as it once did. Both its defense and offense had been significantly optimized, and through the Godhead, it could even trigger super-techniques that only gods could use.

When Zhang Xiao saw Jolyne, he naturally saw her Stand as well. With a thought, [Blood Nightmare] appeared beside him, assuming a defensive posture.

Although Xiaoyue City held a numerical advantage, Guyue was simply too strong. Large-scale area-of-effect damage could not break his defenses, and high-damage, single-target attacks were difficult to land. Xiaoyue City’s greatest strength lay in its war machines, but they all suffered from the same flaw: they were slow. They were suitable for the battlefield, but not for duels between powerful individuals.

Whether it was because he sensed Mayor Ark's resistance or because he had intended to take Alice away all along, James agreed to Mayor Ark's suggestion. Unfortunately, the two had failed to account for one thing: one of the doctors at the psychiatric hospital was a vampire, just like James.

After Zhang Mingyue finished speaking, the ministers present lowered their heads and sighed. They knew this would have endless repercussions, yet they felt compelled to do it. This was surely a case of drinking poison to quench thirst.

However, even knowing the danger, Ye Luo could not just leave, because he needed to obtain the pearl containing the Nine Yang Qi inside the statue. It was just that he could not make a move right now.

Ji Mo helped Wuzhiqi up, preparing to leave as well. If the White-Clad Sword Saint was leaving, he could not stay here any longer. Ji Mo now carried many taboo items; once the Sword Saint left, these God-race beings would surely attack him, now that they no longer felt threatened.

The crowd watched Zhou Xingyun, who was about to leave without a word, subconsciously assuming that he was furious and intended to walk out of the square.

At this moment, Zhou Xingyun was only able to recall what Wuchang Hua had once said because he had inherited Xu Zhiqian's photographic memory.

In an instant, the once-noisy pier fell silent. Dozens, if not hundreds, of eyes turned in unison toward the spot where Xue Ming, Duan Yu, and Duan Hao were standing.

In the eyes of the five camps in the southern suburbs, Zhou Xingyun was leading the charge, bringing the experts of the Gray Wolf and Black Valley camps to attack them without fear.

"Very well, Blood Map. From this day forward, you are a member of my Hidden Sword Peak. I hope that in the future, you will shine brilliantly within the Holy Academy!" Di Shitian said indifferently.

Following the nautical chart, Zhou Xingyun and his party sailed the seas for several days, arriving at the waters of the Saint-Hilan Kingdom without incident.

"What? You mean to say that the Temple of Rules is presided over by eight experts whose cultivation levels even you cannot discern?" At this moment, within the Shadow Assassin Sect's Shadow Mountain, inside the main hall, Sect Leader Liu Jianyue sat at the head of the hall, while Liu Ruoying and Yuhua stood before her, covered in wounds.