Chapter 27: The Affairs of the World Are Won Through Contention

Jiang Hai leaped up, as ruthless as a demon god. Those who kill shall be killed in turn, especially those who seek to harm him, whether they are within the special territory or those who previously attempted to shoot him.

Indeed, once Zhang Haotian handed over the pill formula, the intentions of many innate beings shifted; they no longer sought to scheme against the Daoist Dojo of Creation, invisibly averting a catastrophe for the dojo.

"Exactly! If a team like the Dream Team were to become the champions, it would be a total injustice!"

"Reporting to the General, there is a group of troops outside the camp. The leader claims to be the Marquis of Liaodong and requests an audience with General Huangfu and General Zhu!" a soldier said.

The "Werewolf" is a semi-tank hero with relatively high health and strong defense. Faced with the ultimate move of the "Draven," although he could not dodge it, his health did not drop significantly after taking the damage, and he was able to survive for quite some time.

"Senior, your innate path must be the Path of Dreams. As long as living beings dream, they can be controlled by you. It is truly miraculous and exceptionally domineering." Bai Kun was not merely flattering Meng Sansheng; he genuinely felt this to be true.

"Alright, I am going to begin the treatment. Do not crowd around here; this child will be better in a moment!" said Elder Zhang Bozu.

I desperately wanted to save Jiang Ling, but I restrained myself. Although I am loyal to my brothers, Jiang Ling had approached me with ulterior motives from the very beginning.

For Confucius, a man from the State of Lu, to discuss rites—while the State of Qi was a major power and held no inherent advantage—Duke Jing of Qi was willing to grant him this opportunity.

But who would have thought that a "Cheng Yaojin" would suddenly appear midway, not only blocking Ren Xiaoyao but also making Ren Xiaoyao feel deeply wary?

The military intelligence agency did not care, and the local garrison assisting them was all too happy to follow suit. Xu Tian and his companions reached the street corner, boarded a truck that had been waiting there, and sped toward the city gate like lightning.

Bao Qing pursed his lips, looking rather reluctant. He was broad and heavy, and the space in the airplane was narrow, so shifting his position was no easy task.

Not long after Ye Wudao and Han Jingjing drove away, they saw a luxury car pull up to the exact spot where Ye Wudao had just parked. The people inside were none other than Bi Hongru and his group.

"Fine, it will be ready in a moment!" the shop assistant replied, clearly displeased, moving unhurriedly. He took a packing bag from his chest, packed the items, and handed them to Senior Brother Li. The three disciples of the Kunlun Sect then stepped out of the Xinglong Inn.

Such a mansion was far inferior to the residence of City Lord Sinu in Ryan City.

Those on the rooftop had no idea what had happened. Suddenly, their bodies seemed to be struck by a heavy blow, and they flew backward, vomiting blood. Meanwhile, Ye Wudao’s silhouette leaped like a fish, flipping off the edge of the rooftop.

"I implore the Holy Lord to save us!" Elder Yan Lei and Elder Yun Wu immediately knelt on the ground.

Atop the sun-drenched mountain peak, Xiao Yan sat cross-legged, as still as an old monk in meditation. Unaware of everything outside, he focused all his energy inward, concentrating entirely on refining the Red Lotus Karmic Flame within his body.

"Please!" Du Yuan gestured slightly. Du Yuan, the Sect Leader Gu Qingxing, the elders, and several accompanying disciples headed together toward the Lingqing Main Hall.

The three of them headed straight for the Western restaurant. Wang Peng, preoccupied with what Feng Tianming had told him the previous night, walked behind Feng Tianming and Zhang Donghai, his mind heavy with thoughts.

"Hum!" A massive siren suddenly sounded from the cargo ship. It turned out that, without anyone noticing, the ship had finished loading its cargo. The colossal vessel slowly pulled out of the harbor. After the inspection, it would clear customs; judging by the current state of the ship, the inspection was likely a mere formality.

"Alright, let's go down. Pack up and leave this place," Ai Meng waved his hand to the soldiers on the roof and the field agents.

Inside lay a quantity of white powder. It was not much, roughly five grams by visual estimation.

Listening to He Shengtang’s shout, the previously complex atmosphere eased, and everyone stopped casting hateful glares at Pu Yang.

As the Mercedes was turning around, Ai Meng’s eyes twitched. A faint, lingering sense of malice hovered nearby. This superior intuition was one of the benefits gained from advancing the "Hunting" ability to the Master level.

"That bastard!" The agent watched as Ai Meng’s silhouette moved between the train cars like a shadow. His aim could not keep up with Ai Meng’s movements. To improve his shot, the agent even stood up from his prone position on the roof, tracking Ai Meng’s shadow with his sniper rifle.

Back in his room, Wang Zhi sat on the bed again, practicing breathing exercises to recover his inner strength.

It must be said that modern headhunting firms are indeed quite professional. Their function goes far beyond simple hunting; they find the most suitable jobs or elite talent based on your specific situation.

By the faint candlelight, Su Yan glanced at Zong Yi, then took the bowl and drank the pheasant soup.

But at the next moment, the wind intensified, and snow fell like goose feathers. Looking again, the world had transformed; in the distance, snow waves rolled, with snow mounds and snow-covered mountains stretching endlessly into the distance, boundless.

Zimu frowned slightly, and with a wave of her fair hand, the burly man was pinned in mid-air by a powerful pressure.

Shui Roubing was suddenly attacked. With a thought, she instantly condensed several thin ice walls in front of her. The opponent's sleeves swept against the ice walls with a muffled "boom!" The next moment, the ice walls shattered, but the slovenly Taoist's sleeve ultimately failed to touch Shui Roubing.