135 Meeting Again

The man in blue sneered, his arm trembling slightly as he drove the short blade deeper into Bai Zongnan's flesh. Bai Zongnan let out a muffled grunt of pain.

"Who are you?" Bai Zongnan endured the agony, speaking in a deep, strained voice.

"Who am I?" The middle-aged man grinned viciously, striking at Bai Zongnan with his palm. "Have you never heard that no one is permitted to set foot on Mount Moling?"

"Bang!"

Bai Zongnan countered with a punch. As their fist and palm collided, a massive force...

But he realized his phone was not on him. He ran back upstairs to look in his room, searching for a long time, but still could not find it.

Yao Ling could be described as someone who had crawled out of a pile of corpses; her hands were stained with blood, and her gaze alone could intimidate a grown man, let alone Xi Xichen, who had been raised in a sheltered environment.

Cheng Xin still had no time to attend to the matter, so Huang Shang, as the new "Chief Steward," used the decision-making power granted for amounts under ten thousand to approve Qin Ming's request, authorizing him five thousand to handle it himself.

As the boulder trembled, a figure slowly emerged from within it—a handsome man with golden hair, suspended in mid-air, completely devoid of clothing.

Zhao Rui was stunned by Qin Ming's words. He had never doubted anything Qin Ming said, but this time it was truly too astonishing. After all, he had never seen Qin Ming's films and had no way of knowing if he was telling the truth, even though, in his heart, he wanted to believe him.

Upon hearing Yi Yi's words, Qin Ming nodded quickly. Seeing the weary expressions of everyone present, he realized that while he could practice his posing and presence later, he felt truly guilty about delaying their rest any further tonight.

Because in the face of what he was dealing with now, while it marked his own progress and development, he wondered how Nagato would manage to see it through.

For Nagato, this was truly a necessary change and a shift in perspective of special significance.

Those matters could be brought up with her later; for now, the urgent priority was to deal with this man of unknown, dangerous potential.

He was now even more certain that injuring the Yan Asura was a highly bizarre occurrence, even more so than the secret arts of his own Thousand Clan.

Li Haolong was shocked; he had never imagined that the police had been keeping an eye on his Zhengqi Gang for so long. Had he not instructed his brothers to engage in legitimate business, they would likely have been finished long ago.

Tens of thousands of experts below recognized at a glance that the figure bathed in sacred light was none other than the venerable Pope.

After two sharp breaths, the egg fell silent once more, though only for a fleeting second.

The fiery humanoid figure appeared in the sky. From the moment it struck down the Yin-Yang face until it spoke and vanished, it took less than five breaths! Even Xue Xingcang and He Jun were caught off guard, staring at their surroundings, speechless.

Gu Hao, now shorn of all hair, sat upon a large rock like a monk, beginning his meditation.

Da Wuhui gently stroked the hair on Seven Seven’s back and patted her shoulders lightly, his joy radiating clearly from his expression.

"Your smile is truly nauseating," Lin Jiaren said, his tone flat, yet his words dripping with mockery.

Suddenly, Wei Yang’s eyes lit up. Honestly, what was wrong with her today? How could she have forgotten such a key person?

Li Jing vanished with Chen Fei once more, darting at high speed toward the direction of Bing Lan and the other. They pursued for several hours without catching a trace of Bing Lan’s aura, yet every scene they encountered bore the signs of a recent battle, along with the lingering heat of fire beads.

Observing the oncoming force that surged like a monstrous, raging sea, Ao Qing did not care about his own towering fury; safety was paramount. The Princess could not suffer the slightest harm. If she were injured, his tenure as Director would surely come to an end.

I maneuvered my undead army with composure, occasionally carving out time to unleash powerful spells for long-range strikes against the formidable spellcasters within the battle formation, eliminating them one by one. In the rare moments of leisure, I employed command spells to drive off a dragon or two, repeatedly turning the tide of the precarious aerial battlefield.