Chapter 45

They are actually going to open chain stores! Lin Zhenniang felt a thrill of excitement just thinking about it, completely forgetting there were outsiders present in the shop. Shen Moqiang, however, had been quietly standing aside for a long time before suddenly speaking up to call out to Lin Zhenniang.

At that exact moment, the holographic intelligence's palm shifted downward by a fraction of an inch, the entire process seemingly motionless, as if it remained firmly in its original spot.

Panicking and shouting Chai Huanger's name, Lu Lei gave chase, leaving Chai Yunfei torn between anger and embarrassment, forced to offer a formal, apologetic bow to Lin Zhenniang.

The blood-scaled Gyarados caught within the storm of thunder and lightning roared with fury, its hydro pump condensing into a water dragon that slammed directly into the nether ghost, passing straight through the phantom.

Five new arcane practitioners entered, though none of them were Juehui, Shangguan Min, Ye Liuyu, Old Demon Qian, Guo Xiaotian, or any of the other figures from the esoteric sects.

"Indeed!" Seven Kills emitted a low growl, transforming into a plume of black mist that surged toward the grand palace. Moments later, several intercepted disciples were drained dry by it and collapsed to the ground. The black mist continued to swirl above the stone stele until it finally descended before a tall, mighty figure in purple robes, where it coalesced back into a human silhouette.

The experiment continued once more as Ling Zuotian initiated targeted procedures, conducting pure quantum structure analysis on brain cells and neural elements.

The herbalist let out a cold snort. Seeing that Chen Feng had already paid the medical fee, he sluggishly opened the drawers containing the herbs one by one, releasing a pungent wave of medicinal and moldy odors. Grabbing a random assortment of over a dozen herbs, he wrapped them roughly in a piece of scrap wrapping paper and tossed the two parcels to Ling Xiu.

The silver-haired Paladin froze. For the first time, he felt a faint gaze cast from beneath the shadow of the purple cloak, landing on the armor of his shoulder like a bird fluttering down to perch and gripping him tightly.

Yue Chuan hurried into the passage, but at that instant, the magical barrier at the entrance flashed with a brilliant light, and he was instantly overwhelmed by a powerful surge of blood elemental force.

Just then, a youthful yet firm voice echoed across the area, causing everyone to instantly freeze and turn their heads in unison toward the source of the sound.

Apophis relied entirely on evil gazes to bewitch minds, consuming and possessing souls; yet, the entities of Apophis dared not meet Leng Shangqing's eyes, because her spirit was far more formidable than theirs, and her willpower incomparably firmer.

The Lord of Desire once again fixed her gaze upon Arthur and said softly, "Will you still make an enemy of me for the sake of this stupid dragon?" Her voice was delicate and aggrieved, resembling a wife betrayed by her husband.

"That mutated glacial spiritual force is known as the Nether-Chill Yin Spirit!" Zuo Changfeng said in a deep voice.

Just as the palm of Taihao Fuxi was raised high across the sky, about to descend, a fragile voice suddenly rang out.

Seated on the upper tier were seven or eight Nascent Soul stage cultivators, while dozens of Core Formation cultivators were seated on the lower tier below.

Ever since the accident involving the patriarch of the Yuchi family, Yuchi Tianhu had not vanished from the public eye for even a single day... The family desperately needed him at the helm, or else their morale would completely fracture.

"Soundproofing barrier," the uncle murmured, waving a hand to unfurl a scroll capable of generating a ten-square-meter boundary to ensure all sound remained trapped within. Mackie felt a brief jolt of tension, which only eased when he noticed Tang En gesturing that it was safe behind him, silently marveling at the man's caution.

Conversely, Tie Xiong and the Extreme Cold Ancestor, having just been forced to abandon their defensive posts, managed to escape suffering any backlash.

The generals of Kushan were all startled. One warrior refused to accept defeat, spurred his horse forward to engage, but was decapitated by Lu Lüe within three exchanges. Lü Bu severed his head on the spot and galloped back to his formation, leaving both armies utterly terrified.

Once everyone disembarked, numbering around two hundred people, it appeared the military training was divided into five cohorts, though nobody knew where the rest had been sent.

"Hey, hey, please stop immediately! You are committing a crime! I'm calling the police!" Beverly shouted again.

Liu Fangqing's rapid succession of questions erupted like firecrackers that had been suppressed for too long, crashing across Xing Luo's heart like a massive, roaring tidal wave.

Guarding the prisoners were Dian Wei and Pang De. Both were men of exceptional martial prowess and naturally unwilling to let others claim glory while they babysat captives. Unable to contain his impatience any longer that day, Pang De sought out Dian Wei to discuss a plan.

"Well, as for that, I don't really seem to have any particular favorite foods," Ye Tian finally managed to squeeze out after pondering for a long time.

Knowing Zhao Yun's martial arts skills and feeling entirely at ease, Lu Bu had already arranged a banquet in advance to celebrate his victory. Just as the group was about to drink, soldiers escorted the captive Yan Yan into the hall.

Returning to his vehicle, Gongsun Yu drove a few kilometers away before picking up the paper ball to inspect it briefly. His brows furrowed instantly, and he reached for his phone to contact An Zijie.

At that moment, she hardly cared about the Toyotomi family's assets anymore, her heart completely occupied by that man. Those deep, dark eyes had pulled her in like a whirlpool; she recognized that they were kindred spirits, alike beneath the surface—proud to their very bones, convinced they could conquer the world.

Stepping forward abruptly, Li Qiuyue snatched the bag from Xu Aihua's grip, unzipped it, pulled out a stack of letters, and brought them straight before Xiao Zhan.

Even simple talismans meant to ward off evil and calm the mind were remarkably easy for Yang Jingyu to craft, even while he was only at the Qi Condensation stage.

Ye Jian had no way to answer her own question; she only knew she refused to become a "captive" and fall into his hands.

When he stepped into the dorm room, two other occupants were already inside organizing their belongings.

By then, she could easily explain that her parents' marriage had long since broken down, but they had simply delayed filing for divorce to ensure her healthy upbringing.

Not far away came a piercing sound that made Gao Xiao's fingers tremble violently. Slowly raising his head, he dreaded that the terrifying moment had finally arrived.

Chu Chu offered a faint smile without comment, and accompanied by Lingyu, she left the Warm Garden, walked out of the backyard, boarded a carriage, and headed in the direction of the Quiet Fragrance Studio.

His identity was truly astonishingly remarkable. Yet that did little to deter her resolve to settle scores with this scoundrel. He had deceived her and even slashed her with a blade—good intentions or not, she would never feel at peace until she had carved a hundred or eighty cuts into him.

Anna had been tailing them, a fact Luo Yangyang had already reported to him that very day, so Feng Sheng was well aware of it.