Chapter 50

In a split second of thought, Mo Liu was nearly driven to the brink of despair, yet the Soul of Ruin never granted him a moment to ponder. In a flash, it appeared before Mo Liu, striking his chest with a palm.

“Is it true that you were quite dissatisfied with our current auto show, unable to find a model to your liking?” Manager Xu asked respectfully.

“That’s right. The reason I came is because of your champion winner!” Huang Zhang pointed toward Mo Liu not far away.

Ling Xiao remained silent, while Wei Wa gritted his teeth. This was a sect mission; giving up easily was not an option.

Months ago, he had inadvertently entered the Divine Realm, a place of death from which no one could emerge alive. Yet he had broken this taboo. If this story ever got out, it would surely become a legend, though few would believe it.

Yin Ersan was suddenly struck in the chest by a hammer weighing a thousand pounds, spewing a spray of blood as he was hurled backward six or seven zhang.

With a sweep of his long staff, Mi Dou cleaved a gap in the tornado. The fire wolf’s hind legs were shattered into fragments, flames scattering. From the stands, the girls peered through the tornado’s rift, catching sight of Mi Dou’s serene eyes—deep and vast like a starry sky.

Elder Gu warmly welcomed them, fully aware that for the Ape Clan to establish a foothold in Beast King Valley, forging alliances with other races was essential. One friend was always better than one more enemy.

Sure enough, a Sky-Scorching Tiger roared fiercely. This did not surprise Li Yuncen; what truly took his breath away was the spectacular scene before him—numerous ferocious beasts gathered together, well known throughout the Kunlun Realm.

Since the main spiritual weapon was a long staff, Mi Dou chose another staff-type spiritual weapon called the Painted Black Steel Rod, long and evenly balanced, wielding it with great flair. Next, it was Liu Chenyue’s turn to select.

Seeing he said nothing, Huo Xiaoran felt somewhat disheartened. She had made many mistakes before, but her brother had never been this angry. She couldn’t understand why he suddenly flew into such a rage.

As he fiercely struck the vengeful spirits with his fists, each broken spirit exploded, forcing Hua Wenxiang to halt her efforts.

Suddenly, a cold snort awakened Wang Shan immediately. Looking toward the source, it was the guardian. Her breathtaking beauty, framed by gentle blue lights, appeared even more stern, yet truly beautiful.

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Song Fei stopped abruptly, gazing at Zhong Shimu’s face with eyes uncertain yet tinged with dread.

Around him, inhuman onlookers gathered, exclaiming and even requesting photos, like a celebrity’s arrival.

Entering the monk’s chamber, Meng Tian instantly sensed a powerful surge of spiritual energy. At that moment, a monk asked Meng Tian what kind of tea he preferred. Although he had tasted many fine teas, to him, drinking tea when thirsty was no different from drinking water.

Yet it took only a second for him to grasp the gravity of the situation. It was developing in a far more serious direction because no one around him was paying attention.

The trap’s nuts weren’t few on the first day, nor on the second, third, or the days that followed.

Grandfather suddenly fell ill. Given the Lin family’s status at the time, no renowned doctor was available. Soon after, grandfather passed away.

Leng Muqing’s eyes rolled back as she fainted; those who remained conscious secretly cursed themselves for not fainting as well.

In a dark corner, a figure trembled, eyes wide with terror as she looked around. She had never imagined she would one day fall to the cold palace.

The man in red was naturally unaware of Luo Qingyue’s thoughts. Had he known, perhaps by now Luo Qingyue’s soul would have long departed for the Western Paradise.

In her line of sight, no one was visible—only Zhan Xintang, still gripping the Crimson Flame Demon Pill without letting go.

Therefore, Lu Xiangyi’s care was the only warmth he felt within the Lin family estate.

Such power, yet it only made the Super Blood Beast wail repeatedly, its crystal armor rattling violently but showing no cracks or injuries.

“We saved one for you. Wait, I’ll warm it up for you,” Zhang Ran suddenly said, moving Li Chen to the verge of tears.

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“Why no reply?” The Queen Mother sensed something amiss, her tone tinged with reproach.

“Are you bargaining with me? Using your woman as leverage?” Li Rui’s voice suddenly rose, his anger so fierce that even Zhao Da on the phone, and Li Rui himself, felt its intensity.

He had never understood why the well had no water—now he knew: it was filled with secret chambers.

He spoke plainly, mentioning content that was just a bit beyond his father’s current level, enough to let him quickly grasp it and elevate his skills considerably.

“Good stuff, money-making stuff!” Yu Fei said mysteriously. Since last November 11th, he and Zhou Chong often came by, never empty-handed, mingling well with Feng Yiming and a few roommates.

Guo Dalu shook his head, no longer pondering deeply. There was nothing he could do now—best to move forward step by step. At a critical moment, when everything became clear, he would take an action that would shock the big players.

“Let’s wait a little longer. Without him, no matter how much we do, it’s useless. Have everyone wait, triple-check the items, so that when we reach space, no one forgets or fails to bring anything,” their leader instructed.

After toasting four rounds in succession, Leng Qianqian’s cheeks flushed vividly like March peach blossoms. Yang Xu and the others seemed not in a hurry to get her drunk, instead chatting about the film industry, occasionally casting heated glances her way.

Before the conversation ended, a meteor streaked across the sky. A huge brocade box, ablaze with fire, struck his soul body. Liang Shan felt as if a charging rhinoceros had collided with him, struggling to breathe. When he finally caught his breath, he found himself in a valley, still holding the brocade box.