Chapter 32: Let’s See If We Can Master a Martial Soul Fusion Skill?

"Very well," Guang Ling replied, having no objections.

He pondered for a moment and said, "However, I heard your two friends were summoned by Bibi Dong. Aren't you worried about their situation?"

Tang Niannian waved her hand dismissively. "Not at all. They have their own plans."

Besides, it might actually be better for Zhu Zhuqing after meeting Bibi Dong.

If a woman is capable of being in a position of power, why should she settle for being a man’s appendage?

This could also be considered a gift from Tang Niannian.

Qi Xinyue blushed, lost in her own thoughts about the matter. The day was drawing near; was she really going to let this guy get his way?

This single remark effectively negated the status of the "Night Demon Wolf" in the collecting circles, given its established reputation.

Seeing this, the Ghost Dao Venerable understood everything. Not daring to act arrogant, he lowered his posture to negotiate properly.

Furthermore, there were the remnants of certain American factions. They possessed extraordinary technological power. Through recent observation and the collection of evidence, Xiao Long felt certain that these American factions were definitely closely linked to the pyramids hidden in the shadows.

He met with Han Yu and several other old friends. He did not let them make a scene, but instead consulted with them quietly, obtaining some very crucial intelligence.

"Then I’ll take half a month off. My accumulated annual leave already totals over two months," Li Tianyi said with a wry smile.

"Fine, I won't say anything more." After speaking, Zhao Hongyi walked out of Zhao Hongxin's office, wiping away tears with every step.

At this point, if they couldn't trust Gao Fei, then there was truly no one left for them to trust. Therefore, they had to trust him.

"Officer Lu, I heard the National Army is about to retreat?" After a long while, a voice broke the silence.

"Swish." Uncle Tang’s gun barrel dropped rapidly, aiming at the opponent’s head, and he pulled the trigger a second time.

"These people are all dressed in black and masked; I doubt they are up to any good," Nangong Li said, her eyes shifting with intrigue.

Meng Shenji stared at Xiao Wuxie with eyes brimming with infinite wisdom, as if he could see right through his soul. Unfortunately, Xiao Wuxie was truly oblivious to this matter; it was impossible for Meng Shenji to find even a trace of a clue on his face.

"It can't be some new illusion the old man has been researching, can it?" Ling Xiao said with a look of realization, dusting off his trousers.

At this very moment, only five people remained alive on the field; the Empress Dowager, the concubines, and the royal relatives were all reduced to a bloody mess.

Back then, she had heard the news of Xiao Wuxie’s demise without even seeing him once. If not for the sake of avenging him, she would have followed him long ago.

Hum! The stone pagoda suddenly emitted an ancient, melodious sound that echoed over the entire Sky City, lingering and audible to everyone.

The land around the altar expanded more than tenfold, and the soil turned a silvery-white, brimming with the refreshing spirit of heaven and earth.

"Star Luo Sect." Shao Heng chewed on these three words in his heart, as if repeating them might allow him to unravel the key to the mystery.

No one knew when the Ouyang family had declined, or even when they were cast out of the ranks of the noble houses. Those great families who now prided themselves on centuries of heritage had completely forgotten that the Ouyang clan was the one with a true legacy spanning thousands, if not ten thousand, years.

"You fool, do you intend to keep holding me like this forever?" Guan Miaotong bit her lip and said softly to Mo Liu.

Pantheon, the Artisan of War, is a lane hero who can easily suppress almost any melee fighter before level six. His near-godlike passive ability, Aegis Protection, is the asset he prides himself on in the early game.

Of course, besides communication, the sound-transmission stone possessed a powerful function that mobile phones lacked: it contained the powerful energy of its creator. If detonated, this energy might just save one's life at a critical moment.