31 The Person Behind the Scenes (Part II)

After sending the distress signal, Tiffany realized that Ye Mo would also be able to receive it, so she immediately began to inquire. Haha Mu and Wu Sangui shed their earlier lethargic expressions, focusing intently and listening with great seriousness, occasionally leaning in to whisper to each other. He knew that the person they were dealing with was a master at the Nascent Soul stage; he believed that if there were even a hint of falsehood in his words, the other party would surely detect it from the fluctuations in his heart. Rather than inviting unnecessary trouble, it was better to say nothing at all.

The bandits shouted in excitement; the burly man was the third-in-command of this group, possessing a cultivation at the peak of the Golden Core stage. The remaining station staff, surrounded by the four members of the Heavenly Demon Path, dared not make any rash moves. Either this person had lost his mind, or he was truly capable—compounded by the fierce and menacing aura Ye Mo was currently exuding. Seeing this, Xu Shu knew that Chen Yang had not yet gained the trust of the Myriad Sword Sect, and he felt an undeniable, profound sense of relief.

Releasing the elusive Ghost race cultivator, Zhao Yishan suddenly accelerated and dashed straight toward the Blood Demon Hall. Even her mouth was split open, with blood flowing incessantly; it must have been torn when she was caught off guard during her attack on Black Feather. Claude couldn't help but entertain such thoughts: an entity of this level, even the Dark Emperor, could never be its match. As soon as the words were spoken, his aura erupted instantly, surging to the heavens and causing the very space to twist violently. Even though they were Supreme experts, they were shocked beyond measure by the attack style of Lin Chen, who was only at the Dao Sea realm.

Lin Chen’s face was cold, his eyes filled with thick killing intent as he approached the two, step by step. His lethal gaze swirled, instantly enveloping them. Common people labor their whole lives; isn't money all they want? Brother Zhao Yang has it now, and that is enough. The two arrogant youths who had tried to block Lin Chen only realized the situation at this moment, and agonizing screams erupted instantly.

The truth was exactly that; he had spent thirty years in seclusion. Before that, he was merely a Qi Refinement cultivator, living every day in fear. Forget about returning home; even when going to the market, he felt that he might be killed for his treasures at any moment. "Who is your brother? Perhaps I have seen him, but I did not know he was your brother. If I know him, perhaps I can take you to find him," Lorfram suddenly felt a pang of sympathy. "A very annoying guy who used to pester me. Master, you don't need to worry about him," Ji Ru blinked her beautiful eyes.

After Old Second Liu left, his anger dissipated. Wang Xing didn't even bother putting on his new clothes; he walked into his bedroom exposed, pulled up the quilt, and covered himself. His head was no longer aching, and his thoughts had returned to normal, but the surroundings were strangely quiet, and the atmosphere felt elusive. Xu Mo followed the initial patterns, carefully observing every detail of the array markings on the stone. He closed his eyes to imprint them into his mind before recording them on paper.

"Really? If that's the case, then go get a few more to cook. You haven't eaten yet, have you?" Hearing Li Tianfeng’s words, Han Bingqin spoke up directly. After speaking, the five of them removed their masks simultaneously. Liu Yu was not surprised, because the moment they appeared, his divine sense had already covered them, piercing through the masks to see their appearances. Because the Swiss Bank had opened several branches here, even Swiss francs were in circulation. The people below were actually using guns with magazines; each gun fired seven or eight bullets in one go.

Overall, this drama reflected many things, and to a certain extent, it even depicted campus bullying. He had scored in all three matches and was far ahead on the top scorers' list; it would be hard for anyone to surpass him for at least a month or so. Unexpectedly, he was so powerful. It was just a pity she couldn't protect you—this was the only thought in Xue Shiqing’s mind before she fainted.

"If you come over, won't you know?" After saying this, Liu Yu did not give Old Xu a chance to speak, hanging up the phone and tossing it onto the coffee table. He looked at Dong Liang and noticed that Dong Liang was looking at him with a very strange expression. It was still the spot on the second floor by the railing; Xiao Chen leaned back in his chair, fiddling with a wooden cup in his hand, his mind preoccupied with his own thoughts.

When everyone heard that it was still unknown whether those people could be saved or if they could recover to their original state, the smiles on their faces gradually vanished. That middle finger, which seemed like a provocation, now appeared as if it were the sanction of the Heavenly Dao, sealing off this entire realm. At present, a rift had appeared in the White Fang; one side, led by Gira, advocated for peaceful coexistence with humans and maintaining the rights of the Funa people through moderate, non-violent means.

Mu Jing stared fixedly at the screen, his left middle finger hovering over the 'W' key, motionless. He was waiting, and the Hecarim on the opposite side was waiting too. Liu Xian frowned, glanced at Jiang Fan—who was still sitting in the boss's chair with his eyes closed in feigned sleep—and raised his hand to slap Liu Xian across the face. At this moment, the beast tide was gradually subsiding, and everyone’s tense nerves finally relaxed a little, though Big Bean was truly exhausted after this battle.

Why did she have such an odd idea? It was truly baffling. Exhausting one's physical strength—could there be some deeper meaning to it? That golden, brilliant figure, like a god-king descending from the nine heavens, possessed a magnificent stature that almost occupied the entire grey, dim firmament.

Finally, the two men and the donkey soared into the air and galloped away toward the distance. Not long after, they felt something unusual behind them. Looking back, they saw several figures in the far distance; some were flying up and down in a state of madness, while others stood motionless in mid-air, just as they had been when the two first entered. In the distance, along the shores of Dongting Lake, stood the Bajun Tower—the tallest building on the shore. Therefore, such thoughts from Zhu Yuanzhang were very bold, because anything was possible.

"She is quite outstanding, snatching the top scholar title from me!" Qiao Wei thought to herself, a glint of something special flashing in the depths of her eyes. Even though the place was in chaos, what was happening still drew everyone's attention. Hearing Lu Zheng tell those three cultivators to get lost, many were shocked, and the faces of the three cultivators turned unimaginably ugly.