Chapter 127: Each Has Their Own Destiny

Pausing for breath beneath the slate-grey sword stele, the trio realized that while the pressure here was immense, it was also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Each of these hundred-foot-tall steles contained a nearly complete manifestation of the Dao of the Sword; for a sword cultivator, gaining even a glimmer of insight from them would be of infinite benefit. Chen Hao scanned the forest of massive steles throughout the valley and said in a deep voice, "There are thousands of sword steles here, each with distinct attributes. One must find the one that resonates with their own sword path to achieve twice the result with half the effort."

The property manager was momentarily bewildered; after all, Qian Duojin was a resident, making the situation rather difficult to handle.

"I'll do it! I'm going up!" Si Si said, stomping on the stone bridge to test its sturdiness before preparing to cross.

One hundred million dollars to build a laboratory building? A project like that might cost over a billion dollars, which translates to nearly ten billion in renminbi—does that mean 100 membership points?

The entire living room fell silent in an instant, and every shocked gaze turned collectively toward Song Yinyin.

Although the Baiye Research Institute was flourishing, it was, in the end, only a company. It would take a long time to truly drive the development of the entire industry.

Being a fence-sitter is the best policy, and he desperately wanted to be one, but Wu Wei had pushed him into a corner where he had no choice. If he continued to waver, he would only end up being uprooted by both sides.

The headlines tomorrow would likely read: "New Diva Yang Mumu seen in intimate encounter with mysterious man, suspected to be dating."

Shen Kang initiated a video call, and Lu Jinhuan answered, turning his phone screen directly to face Chi Wen.

The man stood chatting with Akamos. Compared to Akamos, the man appeared much larger and more formidable, yet he seemed far more restrained.

Lin Bai? This demon was the culprit who forced her to work, and right now, he was staring at her, terrified she might run off.

Having said this, the boss produced the IOU along with a photograph—a picture taken back then of Lin Daxiong, who was signing it with a face full of joy.

"Open it!" Xu Guanlin was the first to pick up a bottle, using his hand strength to pop the cap directly. As the white foam surged out, he gestured toward Wang Yi.

That day was the day of Walker's wedding. The Lord took his soldiers to the courtyard that Walker and I had built together. I waited outside, and when the Lord and his soldiers returned, they were covered in blood.

He shook his head to clear his chaotic thoughts and focused his attention on dealing with the zombies.

After merging with the mobile phone, He Yong could make calls entirely within his mind, just as he could connect his divine sense to Xu Jie's location.

Wang Yi secretly pondered that perhaps some people in the political and business circles of the Magic City had made private deals with Deng Yuanxie, and even the police were unwilling to uncover them. Now that Deng Yuanxie was dead, these matters would remain unknown—a fact that might bring relief to certain people lurking in the shadows.

Apart from being somewhat dirty and having coarse fur, it was no different from the pandas seen in images.

After He Yong finished speaking, he began to narrate slowly, telling Su Xiuxiu the story he had heard about that family on the Continent of the Martial God, who were all killed except for an old man who escaped with two children. Finally, he handed the ring with the double-cross star to Su Xiuxiu.

This Gary was the strongest enemy Yang Hao had ever encountered. Near the altar, Yang Hao had absolutely no chance of winning; no matter what Gary could summon, it was something Yang Hao could not contend with. Moreover, Gary's Pain Shield had not been fully charged; otherwise, he would not have been killed instantly by Yang Hao and his companion's combined attack.

Daniu and Nie Wuzheng knew they could no longer hide it, and the two suddenly launched an attack. The poor captain of the guards had decent martial arts skills, but he still could not dodge the surprise assault from two experts. He managed only a desperate cry of "Assassins!" before his soul departed for the underworld.

Because nearly sixty percent of the human contestants on the Imperial Road from the Northern Universe had fallen in the wake of this battle, the Eighth Star, once restored, drew the vast majority of the survivors to its shores.