46 The Cold-Hearted Scoundrel Who Abandoned His Wife and Child (21)

Following three consecutive years of success, the fourth Victoria's Secret Fashion Show evolved into a global fashion extravaganza capturing unprecedented attention. Under such circumstances, those legendary void creatures could naturally no longer continue fighting on the front lines; instead, they concealed themselves within the troops, striving to recover their magical power as soon as possible. The smoking room was roughly a dozen square meters in size, its white-painted walls slightly yellowed by smoke. Two dilapidated sofas stood against the wall, preceded by a pair of somewhat deformed metal paint buckets. Who would have guessed that the mysterious captain of the Shadow Organization bore such a comical name? No wonder he forbade anyone from asking. Who could have imagined that this ordinary, unremarkable young man was actually the chairman of Return to the Sea Company, the owner of an enterprise whose valuation had soared to seventy billion US dollars? Among the parasitic worms, the "King-class" possessed an intelligence completely on par with humanity, and above the King-class existed even higher-level controllers.

"The Marrow Cleansing Pill? You actually still have one?" The Emperor looked at Ling Xia in astonishment for a moment before nodding at him with a gratified expression. "Ling Xia, I have not misjudged you. Anyone else who obtained a Marrow Cleansing Pill would undoubtedly hoard it like a priceless treasure, yet you are willing to give it to me to consume."

Stardust looked up at the sky; during this blazing midday hour, the sunlight here had grown dim and listless, evidently blocked from the outside world by the dense white fog. Given everything Lu Chuan had done and the massive expenditure of grain, many people simply could not believe that the boss had brought them to the city merely to serve as appetizers for the zombies—that made no logical sense whatsoever. Regardless, the command issued by the abyss evil gods for this street was only to build the foundations for two hundred ultra-large demon gates; as long as that task was completed, the source of the materials was not restricted.

Lin Weiwei went backstage, where the host had already stepped onto the stage and was delivering a passionate opening remark. The blue ring produced by Wang Chen was unexpectedly dropped by a boss-tier Fallen Shaman slain during his return to the Rogue Encampment, and its dual attributes possessed an undeniably impressive level of quality.

Wang Rou carefully perused what Li Dongsheng had written, and she was utterly astounded by its contents. Much of it was beyond her comprehension or even imagination, but this did not prevent her from perceiving the grand ambition and sweeping vision underlying Li Dongsheng's plans.

The scruffy ruffian shouted to the surrounding crowd, "A feud of the pugilist underworld!无关人等，即刻离开—All unrelated persons, leave immediately!" As soon as his voice fell, the bar staff scattered like birds and beasts, suggesting they were no strangers to such scenes.

"Understood. Don't worry about me; it's just killing people, and it's not like I've never done it before." Lin Yu glanced at the unbloodied replica of the "Ink Saber" and said decisively. Next, I must first stabilize my cultivation realm across thirty-two epochs before proceeding to refine the inheritance power of the Underworld King.

As the Emperor Zhengde's health deteriorated day by day, tension gripped the capital. Various military units were mobilized and rotated, and the Five City兵马司 (Garrison Command) increased its patrols. The Eastern Depot and Embroidered Uniform Guard were all on high alert, and the capital's citizens quieted down considerably, knowing these were extraordinary times and resolving to stay indoors unless necessary.

With a fierce swing of Xiao Yang's arm, Zhuo Qiu's body was sent crashing deeply into the ground like a cannonball. His once-majestic armor was instantly covered in cracks and dust, making him look utterly disheveled.

The commandery governor was momentarily stunned. After a brief pause, he still could not fathom the Yellow Turban army's intentions, but as a seasoned and knowledgeable official, he did not dwell on the problem. Instead, he directly presented the deputy commander-in-chief with his requirements for successfully defending the commandery city.

There was still one most crucial aspect to the entire plan: would Pan Huayu actually cut the third steel cable? If he failed to cut this rope, the team would never dare emerge from the coffin.

The Holy Lord wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stepped forward as endless black flames surged forth, wreathed around his body with a scorching heat that seemed capable of incinerating everything.

Gu Xuewen was filled with a mixture of depression and pleasant surprise. Having stayed up all night, he sought out the Qin family, only to find that Qin Guo refused to see him. He then tracked down his old friend Qin Mu to inquire about Mo Qiang. But what did Qin Mu know about Mo Qiang? The whole affair had been handled by those stubborn old cronies.

"He escaped? Didn't you tell me no one could be his match? Why did the opponent escape?" Li Zhi asked with some confusion, failing to grasp what Master Chen meant.

Sword Chen's sword strike still retained immense momentum—though called momentum, in truth, less than a third of its power had been worn away.

The old Taoist nodded upon hearing this, knowing they had found the right place. Leading the ox back, he handed its reins to Wang Jili's wife, instructing her and Chen Ziyang to wait right there, as there might be dangers ahead. The old Taoist put down his box, retrieved several items from it, and tucked them into the pockets of his tunic.

Ronaldo drew the defensive line and then delivered a lethal through ball, allowing Marcelo to effortlessly chip the ball over Buffon and shoot it into the net!

His proclamation echoed across the entire sea area, binding all present families to his chariot. He was utterly oblivious to how terrifying the pinnacle of the Three Armors tier truly was, as evidenced by every word he uttered.

Despite the abundance of black lotuses here, gathering them and then peeling their skins away strip by strip was genuinely no easy task.

Cheers instantly erupted inside the pass, while outside, within the coalition camp, Cao Cao stared at Zhang Yan with an uncharacteristically grim expression.

His Highness the Prince of Yu simply dismissed the matter with a casual remark about the Princess Consort being mischievous. His sole concern was whether the Princess Consort's hand was sore, rather than whether Ling Feng lived or died.

"Senior Sister Lu, I simply couldn't stand this injustice. It clearly wasn't your fault, yet you're the one being punished..." Cotton Tianxin said softly, sweat glistening slightly and dampening the veil across her face.

For the mere crime of causing his father's death, Yu Jinglan was fully justified in destroying everything Jing Rong possessed.

Because every silver needle Yun Xiyue casually tossed out carried a distinct arc. Those minute curves allowed each silver needle to trace its own unique trajectory through the air.

"Very well, continue." A fierce glint flashed in Li Fengjue's eyes. Whatever Tang Zixuan desired, he would offer to her on a silver platter! Yet... the mere thought of the evidence from that day caused Li Fengjue to press his hand against his brow in frustration.