Volume 1, Chapter 41: Looting the Boxes!

Luo Hao spoke once more. Since the other party stated that those drawn into the stone pillars were not in mortal danger and would even acquire a stroke of fortune, Luo Hao's heart slowly settled.

I asked Weiwei what was going on and what Fan Dalong was trying to do. Could it be that he intended to use violent demolition and assault people?

Ye Feng had pushed the power of the Vajra Glaze Divine Body to its absolute limit, yet he was still unable to block Di Wuqiantian's offensive; Di Wuqiantian's secret technique was simply too formidable.

After Immortal Sun and Grandfather left, only Feifei and I remained in the room. For a moment, I had no idea what to do, and the atmosphere instantly turned awkward.

If things continued this way, he would never have a day of prominence. When could the deep hatred of the Asura Realm ever be avenged against the unfathomable, powerful beings of the nether?

The next morning, when I opened my eyes, I felt somewhat puzzled by the scene before me. Shen Linfeng was not on the bed, leaving the entire bed completely empty. Could it all have been an exceptionally realistic dream?

At the same time, the Wind-Driving Feathers behind Luo Hao suddenly flapped in reverse, and the black feathers swept forward with a roaring wind, hurtling like shooting stars toward Fan Qing, who was thrusting his spear forward.

Just as the middle-aged security guard finished speaking, Sister Qian took a step forward with her delicate foot, lit a slender Lanzhou cigarette, and looked at me with an arrogant expression. The way she looked at me was truly as if she were gazing at a lowly servant.

Those massive demonic beasts standing beside the pillars held thick iron chains in their hands, binding the dragons one by one to the stone pillars. Suddenly, one of the dragons raised its head fiercely and slammed into the demonic beast beside it, sending it flying.

Yet, for her to accomplish this was clearly no simple matter, because even we had found ourselves entirely helpless, whereas she had found a way. This was certainly not something an ordinary person could achieve, and at the same time, I was well aware that she must have had an ulterior motive in helping me this time.

"No, whatever others make doesn't match my taste. I only want Master Xu, who stewed the soup for me a few days ago," Mu Feinan said with a sour tone.

How many upper-grade divine weapons were there, and who held them? The fat man was actually able to rattle them off in one breath. Everyone present knew the fat man's background was impressive, but only now did they truly realize what else this fellow had been hiding.

"It's nothing at all. There is nothing." Liufu acknowledged the words, stepped back, and turned to walk away.

"Of course." Moxibei smiled, as if she could already see the dried vegetable duck flapping its wings toward her.

Retrieving his silver needles, Xia Tian closed his eyes nonchalantly and began to sleep. This time, finally, no one came to disturb him.

"I was merely guessing. I didn't expect you to actually be him. Senior Murong, it has been a long time." Moxibei smiled craftily while solemnly cupping her hands in greeting.

"Haha..." Seeing Mu Feinan's grievance, Moxibei still could not help laughing. She laughed for a good long while before pushing away Mu Feinan's arm, which was pressing across her body, and sitting up with a roll.

The security situation regarding Qin Yunxing's castle had actually improved drastically nowadays. Power over the planet had been reclaimed, and this was thanks to the elimination of those three evil dragons, coupled with a massive influx of wealth into the Qin family and the recruitment of high-level combat personnel.

As for Jiang Shaoheng, Fang Liao, and the others, they spent their entire lives assisting Jian Huaizhen as well—what did they themselves gain from it? None of them spoke, all falling into deep contemplation.

The next day, in many parts of the capital, people claiming to be disciples of the Confession Gate and the Candle Shadows Fluttering Red gathered to stir up trouble.

"How is your progress with the Spiritual Eyes?" Lieyang asked rather casually. Beads of hot sweat dotted his body, so he stripped off his upper garment, leaving only knee-length athletic shorts, and fished a towel out of his void realm to wipe away the perspiration.

Qijin released me, looked at the envelope in his hand, and knitted his brows fiercely. He gazed at the envelope with a solemn expression, yet he continually refrained from opening it. This was certainly not the effect I desired.

His meridians and flesh felt as though they had been scorched by fire, blackened to the point of seeming charred. Watching with a heartache, Qin Shuang felt tears welling up in her beautiful eyes, and she quickly got up from the bed, intending to go out and find someone to help.

He could even sway the outcome of the battle; however, having lost his mount, Lin Feng also lost his high mobility. Relying solely on his anti-gravity and speed, it was doubtful whether he could evade Greed's attacks.

Now, Zhao Yue's Dark Web had suffered heavy damage and needed to be replenished with new members to be trained. Most importantly, this trump card of the Dark Web had already been exposed to the eyes of all the ministers. What condition the Dark Web was currently in was crystal clear to them; stripped of the restraints imposed by the Dark Web, those officials in the imperial court would likely seize the opportunity to exhaust the people and drain the nation's wealth.

With a wave of his hands, a dozen Earth Division members whose cultivation was only at the low fourth rank were instantly coated with a layer of azure-blue protective film.

All of this was merely a matter of coincidence and good fortune. Seizing it was good news, but failing to do so required no anger.

The Seventh Princess was speechless upon hearing this, unable to keep from laughing inwardly: *This person is truly shameless, twisting logic and arguing his points with such confidence!*

"Don't worry, in three days, I'll be as good as new!" Her touch brushed against his wrist, feeling both cool and tickling, a sensation that scraped right against his heart.

Rambo crawled out of the wreckage in a sorry state, pushing away the chunks of concrete pressing down on him, before tearing open the jeep and emerging in tattered clothing.

Wu Jie raised his head to look at his mother, his eyes instantly moistening with tears. He saw that his mother's forehead was wrapped in thick gauze, with blood faintly seeping through. Her arm was supported in a sling across her chest, and her face bore multiple abrasions.

Hu Ao sighed, wandering aimlessly in no particular direction, when suddenly his foot tripped over a protruding hard object on the ground, nearly causing him to fall. He rubbed his sole against the hard object for a moment before realizing it was merely an ordinary rock.

Just as Dongfeng was about to reply, his phone gave a ding. Normally, their phones would not ring for no reason; if it rang, it meant something important had happened. Therefore, he immediately cut off his sentence and lowered his gaze to look at the screen.

"Bastard, what on earth do you mean? Are you looking to die?" Dongfang Yu frowned and roared, killing intent surfacing in her eyes. The older brother who had always protected her had actually been beaten, leaving Dongfang Yu with only a single thought: to destroy the man standing right before her.