140 Overwhelming Pressure

Yet the dark cyan hand did not completely vanish; instead, it continued to loom over him, radiating a terrifying aura as if it intended to crush him to death.

"Oh? Still not dead yet?" Supreme Xuli was surprised.

That dark cyan hand appeared to be formed of demonic energy, but it contained spiritual Qi, making its threat even greater. If he were merely a Qi practitioner, he would likely have been eroded by this demonic energy.

However, Supreme Xuli had long since refined spiritual stones, and the vortex-form magical artifact within her dantian was capable of absorbing and transforming all external matters.

Not a shred of halo remained above her head; that was a person's life force and fortune. Without that halo, it was tantamount to death.

"Ha... Could it be that your brother only cares about money? Shall we?" Xiyang offered a seductive smile, full of disdain yet brimming with infinite charm.

Father Ma was exceptionally enthusiastic, and his ingratiating laughter was heard by Mother Ma inside the house, instantly souring her mood.

As his palm clenched into a fist, a rapid succession of crackling sounds echoed through the space, resembling the popping of firecrackers.

It was precisely because of this detail that Father He could be one hundred percent certain that the He Bi dancing with the factory belle on stage today was undoubtedly his own son, He Xuan.

The competition was about to begin, and the wagering spectators filed into the arena one after another. The enclosed venue, capable of accommodating tens of thousands of people, was packed to capacity. Lights shone down onto the field below, and the host slowly walked out.

Master Feng lay prone on a large bolster, his eyelids half-closed as Madame Qin gently patted his back. The Fifth Young Madame went behind the curtains once more to watch the maidservants pack the gifts into large boxes.

In this spacetime where not even a female fly flew past, Cheng Yue stood like a massive lodestone, attracting the attention of dozens of single men across more than ten engineering teams who deemed themselves quite eligible.

Chu Bai smiled with satisfaction. Actually, he did not care much about the condition of the vehicle; all he wanted was a capable and reliable mode of transportation to get to Qinglin Township. Logically speaking, he should have looked for a truck, but appearance was combat effectiveness—this car was large and handsome, and the handling must be wonderful.

What puzzled them most were the examinees who had gone to take the imperial examinations alongside Xu Yuan. The current dynasty did not have the romantic tradition of capturing sons-in-law from the posted name lists; their families had long since arranged marriages for them back home, and regardless of whether they passed the metropolitan examination or not, they had to return home to wed.

Yan Airong was thus rushed to the hospital to undergo examinations such as an MRI. Yu Zichen was more nervous than if he were the one being examined, insisting on waiting right inside the room.

Li Changfeng had also been suffering from a severe headache lately. In Chang'an City, even the number of people getting drunk, starting fights, and causing trouble had increased, placing immense pressure on the Imperial Insignia Guards.

Wang Ping shouted at the top of her lungs, grabbing her rifle with both hands and running toward their vehicle. Who would have thought that just as she reached the side of the car, the swarm of insects behind them suddenly stopped pursuing and clustered densely together, completely engrossed in something unknown.

Horses possessed exceptionally keen hearing; as the sound of the teeth-whistle rang out, their ears twitched incessantly, and they turned their heads together to look in the direction of the riders.

Wang Ping was momentarily at a loss for words, not expecting Liang Wei to be so stubbornly loyal. He had even been thinking about finding a place first and then tidying up his things.

Walking into the Zheng estate today, he could hardly believe that in the short span of two months, a stretch of wasteland had been transformed overnight into a magnificent aristocratic residence in Yanshoucheng.

In her view, since Huo Xuan was unwilling to be dragged around everywhere by her, he would surely find an excuse to decline shortly.

There was no concealment of the mockery in Su Changyu's eyes, and Min Jie found it deeply uncomfortable, furrowing her delicate brows.

Huo Xuan's dazzling and god-tier operations were forcibly interrupted. The name popping up on his phone made him instinctively frown, and with almost reflex-like precision, he pressed the reject button.

Her relationship with Chen Xiyu was entirely proper; Chen Xiyu had simply helped her, and she was merely cooking meals for her in return.

Some sharp-eyed refugees noticed government runners entering the city, and their eyes lit up instantly, pleading even more desperately.

Shen Xu noticed that there was indeed a single moment in the game where she held an M416 and shot an enemy dead with a single round, directly blowing off the opponent's helmet, though the kill was ultimately credited to her teammate.

"We subordinates have boldly come here simply to ask when Your Majesty plans to return to the Demon Realm?" Baili Jing asked in a low voice.