33 Chapter 33

He was deeply worried; should Flower City launch an attack at this moment, the consequences would be unimaginable. He ordered his men to issue a command: the entire city was to be on high alert.

Glancing at Lin Xiaohuan, Wei Yefeng wore a look of profound resentment; clearly, he had not achieved his intended goal for the evening. Lin Xiaohuan, however, was quite content, idly watching television with the remote in hand, appearing entirely unbothered by the sudden intermission.

"I am leaving then." Watching Huyan Xu’s receding back, a cold, sinister glint flashed in Zhang Yuan’s eyes.

"What kind of tea is this?" Since he had a favor to ask, he had to be agreeable; in truth, Shen Jun cared nothing for what kind of tea it was.

Forget it, stop arguing. Blood-Stained said, "Stutterer, if you’re reluctant to part with it, just keep carrying it. You’ve brought it this far, after all; it might just come in handy."

Shen Jun felt uneasy. When he had been distracted at the threshold earlier, it was because of this: while buying steamed buns, he felt a pair of eyes pinning him from behind. He turned around abruptly, but saw nothing. Upon returning to the Meeting Inn, he felt it again.

Qi Ming and the others arrived at the thin yellow line just as twilight was fading. Once there, Lin Fan led them to an open space where they sat cross-legged and began to wait in silence.

In reality, Yang Chen was putting on a show. He was accomplishing this through the power of the Dao Seed; on his own, he was not yet capable of such a feat.

Of course, there were exceptions, such as the national holiday trip for the special training team, though for the platoon leader, he remained in a passive state—or more accurately, he was riding a tiger and unable to dismount.

"To obtain these items, I truly risked my life. As my cultivation grows, battles with other powerhouses are decided in a single move; there is often no chance for regret. One wrong step can mean death. I have been too careless." Ji Fan released the contents of the Multi-Eye Demon Ring and the Thousand-Heavy Ring.

Dan Zun also withdrew his smile, gathering immense power. With a wave of his hand, a beam of light shot forth—a myriad of brilliant rays, no more than two fingers wide but hundreds of millions of miles long—directly bisecting the entire Profound Heaven Continent. It streaked across the border between the Demon Realm and the Spirit Realm, erupting with an unimaginable energy shockwave.

"Tell me, my friends, do you still wish to try? I would not advise you to attempt it all at once. Ban Xudu, Xudu Ban, I am at your service at any time. A word of advice: I am determined to protect this child. Gentlemen, look to your own well-being," Ban Xudu said softly, yet everyone heard the words clearly, as if they were whispered right into their ears.

"Fine, I am willing to raise the price to forty million Caesars." Sala, like a child who could no longer endure the hunger, proposed new terms.

A car pulled up to the entrance of the Fragrant Hill Villa, but only Lin Yu stepped out; he had already placed Wu Xin within the Talisman Wheel Scroll.

Watching Tian Rourou, who had recovered but was still sobbing—a sight rarely seen—even Shi Lan, who acted as a human lie detector on the side, couldn't help but offer repeated comfort, while also harshly criticizing Zhang Jinyang.

As a car among the most luxurious of luxury vehicles, the Maybach came with not only an astronomical price tag but also certain exclusive limitations; it was not something an ordinary person could simply purchase.

The Divine Gleam Sword directly sliced through the void, creating a world unto itself. Within this self-contained realm, five ghostly shadows were performing sword techniques—a manifestation of Zhu Yuan’s mastery of integrated attacks.

It was only a pity that although Ji Fan used the innate spiritual foundation of Ancient Brocade to nourish his ears, he felt his hearing sharpen and could hear the voices of all things, yet he could not fully grasp the meanings behind them.

Because of Li Song’s appearance, the streaming platform he was on generated over ten million in gift revenue in a single night.

"Furthermore, I have no objection to providing the soldiers with an extra three months of rations!" Wang Zhen’e added.

Samien had expected to face an overwhelming force of robotic police and drones, but he was wrong—horribly wrong.

Song Ming’s face was covered in frost; half from the infection of the cold mist, and the other half from his worry for his father and friends. He hesitated no longer, grasping the Pride Medal with both hands and pouring his entire cultivation force into it frantically.

Fang Yuelan slowly explained to Mu Xianling. As she spoke, an expression of worry surfaced on her face once more.

But I am certain that the moment I saw the danger, I really did not overthink it; I simply rushed forward.

With Huo Sanqian there as a live wire to liven up the atmosphere, combined with Li Bai’s free promotional event, the bar’s business was exceptionally booming. The atmosphere had been completely stirred up; the previously dormant Departed Soul Bar finally saw its popularity return.

If only he could always be this quiet. Hua Xuanji stared at him unblinkingly for a long time, arriving at this conclusion in her heart.

Fang Feifei’s streaming channel surged once again, and with a flurry of activity, Fang Feifei saw the tips in her channel double in an instant.

By the time the formation reached its conclusion, no other person or faction had appeared. Song Ming and his group gathered in one spot, waiting for the formation to cease entirely before inspecting the battlefield.

But from this moment on, everyone suddenly felt a sense of reverence toward Bai Bing. That delicate, graceful figure standing there appeared so tall and imposing.

The group decided to head for the Dream Empire. They hadn’t spent much time in the Red Forest Empire; the only thing that had left them baffled was their encounter with the mysterious figure. Xiao Yan recalled that Ling Shuiyue had likely been captured by that mysterious person—how had she escaped, and how had she happened upon the elder of the Dream People?

Emma, like a sorceress capable of peering into others' minds, immediately guessed what Peter and Christine were thinking and asked them point-blank.