Chapter 32

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The movie trailer is impressive and seems faithful to the original work, though it feels like just the emperor's usual level of performance.
Governor Liu's forehead was drenched in cold sweat; his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, clutching Ling Yu's leg as he wailed in desperation.
His agent and company had already thought it madness for the emperor to invite him, but upon seeing Mu Bai Jun, everyone had to admit—this was true insanity.
The sika deer tethered to the stake sensed its arrival and began thrashing wildly. The stake, driven deep into the ground, wobbled and looked as if the deer would pull it out at any moment.
His wife was also taken aback. Having been close to Du Jian and a former actress herself, she should have known what kind of person Mu Bai Jun was.
No matter how furious Old Xie was at his disciple's disgraceful deeds—threatening to tear him to pieces—he would never act himself. After all, the bond between master and pupil was as deep as that between father and son.
Let alone whether the Southern Club would serve as a model again, its very survival until tomorrow was uncertain.
Hong Jiu was a dominant figure in Tianshan City’s underworld. Anyone involved in those circles knew of Lord Hong Jiu. Upon hearing of his arrival, the waiters no longer dared to make a sound and hurried away; even the boss would have to greet him with the utmost respect.
Yet, she bore the double surname Helan, and was Helan Fusu’s elder sister. Because of him, her alluring beauty and seductive figure became draped in a cloak of aversion, making Li Nanfang want to stay as far from her as possible.
“I’m in charge of dealing with the dynasty’s prodigies of the East, so I’ll go on ahead,” Yu Hu chuckled. With those words, his figure flickered and darted swiftly eastward without hesitation.
No, absolutely impossible. Han Luo immediately dismissed her own thoughts. If the other person were a third-realm expert, how could she have held out this long?
“He is me, and I am him—what is there to fear?” Garcia Inca looked at me calmly, but what I sensed from him was a chilling resolve.
The sound of hoofbeats in the distance grew clearer. With it, three crossbow bolts pierced through the air: one struck Gateno’s deadly compass; another, after deflecting off my sister’s iron umbrella, buried itself in a Tang soldier’s forehead; the last narrowly missed my younger sister’s jade flute, leaving a mark along its surface.
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Within the Ascending Heaven Staircase, the first to dissolve was Chen Meng Geng. After all, Li Jing’s Exquisite Pagoda was a powerful Buddhist artifact, strong in both merit and spiritual force; before it, Chen Meng Geng’s own power was simply no match. The silhouettes of the other three soon faded as well, dissipating like smoke.
At last, Wang Li Gang returned to his senses and remembered Ye Ying’s identity. Thinking back to how he had just tried to show off in front of her, he wanted nothing more than to slap himself a few times.
No, though he could accompany her inside, he had to find a way to stop her from developing those kinds of feelings for him.
The grand display from the tourism bureau was meant to support him. If he didn’t report to Jiang Ci, it would seem like he had no regard for her—or even the entire Anqing County government.
Jinming Group might be wealthy, but if they wanted to monopolize all the county’s medicinal herb cultivation and pharmaceutical production, the local government would never allow it.
“What’s going on?” Athena frowned. This felt just like when she’d touched the statue earlier—something was strange about this place.
Cang Jiuyou was so preoccupied with questions that she completely overlooked certain people toying with her fingers at that very moment.
I groaned inwardly—was I supposed to wait here until dawn? By then, I’d never be able to explain myself. Yet, I had no idea what else to do. I had no lighting, no stars above, and all the methods I’d learned for navigating in darkness were useless now.
If I hadn’t seen the foul-smelling latrine under the table, I really would have thought this place was paradise.
“Boundless…” Feng Lan gently caressed his face. How pale he was—all for saving her?
“Haha!” Tao Ran’s words were truly amusing. Zhou Lingling couldn’t help but laugh. Though she was sure the person before her was probably a swindler, for some reason, talking to her today felt far more relaxed than usual. Maybe it was her aura?
Hey, she wanted the Seal of Ten Thousand Beasts, but she didn’t want Ming Han Feng to fight Feng Xichen head-on.
“This is bad!” Cang Jiuyou thought that if she accepted any more compensation from him, she’d die young—maybe even drop dead on the spot.
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With a sharp “pfft,” the air seemed twisted by an invisible force, violently rippling.
Tao Ran had guessed right: within minutes, a terrifying explosion suddenly tore through the air.
Indeed, Old Ming was born to keep pushing their limits, until none remained at all.
The process couldn’t be called smooth, but at least there were no more brush-with-death moments. During this period, the Golden Ape warship and Liang Chaolong’s strength played a decisive role—Qin Chuan had virtually no chance to act directly.
As long as Yi Tianyun was killed and the Five-Colored Divine Stone destroyed, nothing else would be a problem.
“This time is different. First, Elder Hua Qian’s strength is only in the early Great Ascension stage. Second, though many cultivators advanced in the last great battle, the number at the Combined Body stage is still lower than before the war with the Soul-Devouring Nightmare. Third, by coincidence, the two clans are taking turns attacking us—when the latter arrives, we’ll be at our weakest.”
The golden-eyed, wooden-faced youth pondered, then nodded. “Alright, no life-bound treasures, but the nascent soul must be present! If you don’t have one, forget it.” This last part he addressed to Wuxin.
On the divine throne, the Immortal Emperor drew a sharp breath. Hearing that Jiang Chen had slain over thirty Immortal Kings, they all wondered what kind of feud existed between him and the Imperial Alliance.
Stepping forward in his war chariot, Zen Kong arrived, the sun eclipsed by golden light. Nine true dragons, nine divine phoenixes, nine white tigers, and nine black tortoises guarded the four directions. Clouds and radiant mist filled the air, and he shone like a true sun god.
Damn it! Young Master He, who only wanted to be a first-rate pharmacologist, now wished he could tear this guy in half. What a waste of his time and emotions.
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