Chapter 42: A Slap in the Face, I Am Serious About You, Chubby

[Congratulations to the host for completing the mission. Your cultivation has advanced to the sixth level of Qi Refining.]
[Congratulations to the host for receiving a lucky draw opportunity.]
The sensation of marrow cleansing washed over her, sweeping away all the fatigue accumulated from the busy days. Her mortal physique was further strengthened; Lu Wu felt she could now kill a cow with her bare hands. She rose to her feet and kicked the air a few times, the sound of wind whistling as her limbs moved. It seemed her body was beginning to transcend the limitations of a mortal.

Not only was Yao Yonggang stunned, but I was as well. Zhu Ming was truly skilled at spinning tales. His bruised face was the result of Luo Jun beating him after he was restrained following a night of drinking yesterday. He hadn't even had the chance to return to the nightclub before being dragged to the Grand Ferry Terminal; it had absolutely nothing to do with the bald men currently lying beaten on the ground.

The moment I stepped into the Yama Hall, I felt an incredibly powerful malevolent aura. The hall seemed transformed into an underworld, and the mere presence of this energy was enough to completely annihilate an ordinary cultivator.

In the corner stood a freight elevator, grimy and neglected; the wealthy clientele who frequented this place naturally refused to set foot inside.

I had been saved, but at the cost of Tang Mengyu. She was already struggling while fighting off five experts, and now that she had diverted her focus to save me, the five seized the opening and lunged at her in unison.

Men do not shed tears, yet he wept. These were not tears of grievance, but of joy.

As soon as Ji Cong’an left Jinsheng, he called Shen Guanguan. It was a rare day that she hadn't gone out and was napping at home. After he asked where she was, he hung up, leaving her utterly bewildered.

"Understood," Shen Guanguan nodded slightly. As long as she didn't have to entertain Ji Cong’an, she was fine with anything.

"This is your mistress. From now on, for all financial matters, go directly to her," Ning Zi’an said, his tone suddenly becoming flippant as he addressed the people kneeling on one knee.

Of course, what Ye Xuanyuan considered a feast was a completely different story to Huang Nuo and the others.

Tang Mengyu was hailed as the world’s most brilliant scientist and a key pillar of the Dragon Soul unit; there were times when she truly could not get away.

A long rainbow pierced the void. Hundreds of Great Arhat Golden Immortal-level Great Witches stood no chance; they were cut down by the daylight one after another, their bodies bursting and exploding in mid-air, turning into a rain of blood that scattered across the sky.

"Hmph!" With a cold snort, Zhao Xianzong flicked his left hand gently. Without the use of any visible spell, an invisible, overwhelming force slammed into the Three-Tailed Fox by the well.

However, after uttering only the words, "Who are you?", he was struck by a palm from across the distance and slammed against the cliff wall. His chest bones shattered instantly, his vitality surged out of his body, and he stood on the brink of vanishing into nothingness.

Seeing the serious look on Zhao Xianzong’s face, Ao Leng’s expression grew increasingly grim, with a towering rage silently brewing beneath the surface.

Whether it was a trap, Liu Wei’an didn't know, but he knew that leaving at this moment would be difficult. His face darkened with intensity, and in a flash, he dove behind another car. In a brief moment, his sniper rifle shuddered twice.

Gong Yu had also stayed in the hospital for a few days, and only after recovering sufficiently did he check out. During this time, he repeatedly asked Yun Muxi for an answer, but she remained non-committal, leaving Murong Ye beside them feeling restless and anxious.

The legion led by Zeng Huaicai lacked experts on the level of White Madman or Elephant, but that did not hinder his efficiency in killing zombies, which remained second to none.

Ten more gunshots rang out. Murong Yunxi slowly lowered her arm, her hand inadvertently brushing against the Fourth's.

Ni Suanqiu’s eyes darted around, and he immediately sensed that the giant octopus-like floating object was merely an empty husk—just larger than most, disguised as a demonic beast, which was why he hadn't been able to detect it at first.