Chapter 58

The Sorcerer God's wrath confronted the purple thunder, and successive deafening booms echoed across the sky. The colossal Sorcerer God behind the Miao war chief began to gesture fluidly, while the black dragon did not escape unscathed, shedding a multitude of scales in the process.

Countless flames surged and roared like angry waves within the canyon, and barriers formed by innumerable fires moved swiftly through the gorge. The whistling of the wind was endless, and the brilliance of the fire dazzled the eyes.

The wide blade of the heavy cleaver gradually narrowed, and its fractured surface slowly retreated. Before long, a long sword replaced the broken blade in Qian Yuan's hand.

Helplessly, the old yellow ox was stubborn and shared a generational friendship with Grandpa Old Monkey. After a mix of beatings and persuasions, it ultimately decided to stay.

"Alright, let's get going quickly then." It wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't mentioned it, but this place was indeed some distance away from the film crew, and with very few people around, the howling chilly wind truly carried the flavor of a horror film.

Before Bai Zijia could finish her sentence, the person hidden under the quilt suddenly flung it open, glaring at her with reddened eyes in a murderous manner.

Upon uncovering this, Qian Yuan felt even more perplexed. Initially, Qian Yuan was convinced that Xu Jian had paid for Cheng Min's test questions, but viewing it now, Cheng Min would certainly never have acted in such a manner.

"Roar!" An unmatched aura erupted. A pair of crimson pupils emerged in Shen Wuyou's eyes, and the two sharp fangs at the corners of his mouth appeared utterly terrifying. His massive wings spread wide behind him. If the aura of the zombie Haotian was astonishing, then Shen Wuyou's aura at this moment could only be described as terrifying.

Shui Muyuan decided to marry Emperor Luoshen. She wanted to see how Emperor Luoshen would make her choice; this time, she would take it simply as repaying her debt to Emperor Luoshen.

The tip of the trident was on the verge of piercing Fang Te's skull, yet it halted just one inch away from his head, unable to advance any further. Sensing something was wrong, he tried to release the spear and escape, but found himself completely unable to do so.

With the equipment inside Lin Tuo's grotto-heaven, there was still no way to directly compress biogas to the point of liquefaction at room temperature, so it was merely compressed gas.

Yi Zhengqi looked outward through the glass mirror and saw Mi Yu standing straight on the large ship alongside two loyal retainers. From afar, they saluted him as the escape boat drifted away.

Xu Bangrui felt his heart surge with passion, thinking it a true pity that his own old man had headed the Chief Military Commission for so many years without ever conceiving of such a lucrative scheme. If he could secure a good substantive post this time, he might genuinely make a fortune. Looking at Xu Yuanzuo again, he no longer found him odious and hateful, and even detected a hint of handsomeness.

"Why?" Although Yi Zhengqi felt such a matter was too preposterous, he still couldn't help asking why.

Beigan Mountain lacked any governing guild, and the two village chiefs were entirely single-minded about doing business, having never considered the question of "actual control." Such mediocre men would not mind powerful merchants moving in, as long as they did not conflict with their own businesses.

The vanguard of the expeditionary force had just intended to make camp when they suddenly received urgent intelligence from the scouts ahead.

At this moment, everyone in the ancient divine academy felt an incomparable sense of vindication, and their gazes toward those from the imperial immortal academy were filled with smug triumph.

In addition, a dozen second-tier military generals and peak-strength third-tier military generals had surrendered. Coupled with the harvest from Yushan, the number of first-tier military generals suddenly increased by ten, second-tier by over thirty, third-tier by hundreds, fourth-tier by thousands, while those below fifth-tier were as numerous as the hairs on an ox.

He ordered the puppets brought out from the grotto-heaven, holding chainsaws, to march toward the hug-thick golden-phase trees.

Just as Jiang Haoran was about to ask where their company commander was and whether there was any situation, his eyes unconsciously swept straight ahead, suddenly and horrifyingly discovering that the front was densely packed with Japanese devils stealthily groping their way forward, the closest ones likely having crept within a distance of five hundred meters.

Hearing this, the three of them were completely baffled, having no idea what kind of stunt the big boss was pulling. Invest in Shanxi Province? Did they get it wrong, or were they joking?

After the banquet concluded, Zihang specially assigned the estate of Zihao to Duan Tianchang and his two disciples. As he prepared to return to the palace, City Defense Commander Hou Ming asked to report an important matter.

As expected of a prominent aristocratic family, simply this "luxurious"—no, deathly extravagant—environment and architecture alone could scare people to death.

However, such matters must not be exposed by others. Just like in China, this place also operated on the principle of "the official does not prosecute unless the citizen complains." As long as the matter did not blow up, everyone turned a blind eye. But once it exploded and was discovered by foreigners, tearing off their fig leaf, it had to be dealt with severely and thoroughly, didn't it?

"Usually, you would just draw your sword and slash at any male student in our class who showed bad manners. How is it that you were run around in circles by someone this time? Could it be that you've taken a fancy to him?" Lan Ruomeng wore a standard gossipy expression.

Recognizing it as a trick, the Snow Demon raised its red ice sword motionless and drew a circle in the air. The rest of the snow fiends halted and swiftly bypassed the fire pit from both flanks to encampment-style outflank Tian Bin and the others. Enraged, the Snow Demon let out a cry and spurred the white tiger to charge at Tian Bin and the group.

Thus, the two of them flitted through the resplendent palace in the dead of night like thieves, cautiously observing the interiors of the rooms one moment and guarding against discovery by the guards the next. Before long, Chu Ming felt as though he had completely exhausted all his strength.

However, after all, it was a maiden race, considered merely an appetizer before the main racing festival. Even though Xiao Peng won the maiden race, it didn't cause much of a stir. A few media outlets came to take photos of Xiao Peng, asked a few bland questions, and then departed. The attention of the media was entirely focused on the formal race the next day.