Chapter 54: What Are You Going To Do? You—

Liang Lei’s screeching through the phone was almost enough to pierce an eardrum. Shen Qinglin held the phone with trembling fingers, her eyes darting repeatedly toward Fu Shuhua.

Fu Shuhua was toying with a handgun, the pitch-black muzzle casually pointed at Shen Qinglin while a playful smile hung on the corner of his lips.

"Shen Qinglin, you had better give me a good explanation! Exactly where on earth has Jiang Dian gone?! Are you fucking playing with me?..."

Before Qian Wenruo could finish speaking, a silver needle pierced straight into her mouth, and a wave of excruciating pain surged from the depths of her throat.

The host was just about to speak when he noticed the screen of Shen Huaijing's phone, placed on the table, suddenly light up. The ringtone was a melody none of them had ever heard before.

The overwhelming force was swallowed up by this bizarre cultivation technique. Bei Cang wanted to withdraw and retreat, but he found his arms firmly sucked in by two mass-like entities.

"Alright, there are some matters I need to give you instructions on." Xiao Hechuan did not pay attention to that many details.

Outside the door, Lin Feng dialed Li Shiwei's number and briefly updated her on what had just been discussed.

With the orders from Awel V given, the starships and carrier-based aircraft outside the super flagship grew even more frenzied. Surrounding this giant flagship, several bizarre-looking starships were gradually materializing.

Sigh! Exhausted to death, Li Jun parked his motorcycle in the courtyard, and his eyes went wide the moment he caught sight of Lin Feng.

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Lin Feng was truly willing to spend a small fortune. Solely for this cosmetic product, he specifically requested Gu Xinyi by name and directly poured fifty million into charity in one go.

Xiao Chen did not make a personal visit; instead, he returned to the Prince's Mansion and ordered his men to invite Ouyang Jinghe and Fu Youzhong into the estate for a banquet.

Hua Mulan was startled. Watching Yuan Gunan storm off in a rage, ready to charge out, a scene suddenly flashed through her mind: two exceedingly handsome men standing face-to-face, glaring furiously at each other—all over fighting for a rabbit.

When others were reminiscing about their youth, the fatty could only remain silent; when others talked about their university days, junior college students could only remain silent.

It wasn't until Cai Yinuo insisted on casting newcomers and *Chinese Paladin* became an overnight sensation that Tangren truly rose to prominence in the true sense of the word.

Although the outside wasn't exceptionally cold, Hua Mulan felt an icy, bone-chilling wind blowing outside, making her feel utterly frozen.

Recalling the direct disciple recruitment tournament at Hengshu Peak from a few days ago, Wenren Yuan had witnessed every single incident and event with his own eyes.

The manager was extremely shocked to learn that the man who had offended the Xie family was actually the guest staying in the presidential suite of the Yunguang Grand Hotel today.

"Hey, what's your name?" she asked, looking at the pale-faced, delicate-looking man before her, smiling brightly as if her eyes held a glittering expanse of stars.

Having gone through the ordeals of Wuwei, Xihai, and Shi Qi, she felt a profound sense of self-loathing.

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Every cultivator would prepare one or more combat techniques in advance based on their own characteristics to handle various situations.

The sword was three feet long, with a piercing, freezing gleam. Its blade was as clear as a polished mirror, capable of severing a hair blown against it with a gentle swipe—truly the epitome of sharp brilliance.

A black figure abruptly materialized before Qin Luan. His solitary, aloof, and cold physique stood before Huli like a towering mountain. Though motionless, it emanated the terrifying, dead calm before a storm!

Bartolomeo was undoubtedly the type who feared nothing in this world. Such people valued loyalty above all else; while their methods might not be favored by the public, they were the most trustworthy fellows of all.

His innate natal magical treasure, the [Wheel of Heavenly Punishment], shot forth like lightning, soaring up into the nine heavens, while the [Purifying World Lotus Robe] on his body burst into raging flames, radiating a terrifying and awe-inspiring divine might.

"Let's go! This lunatic is back; heaven knows if he'll wipe all of us out along the way." Someone muttered under their breath, and the onlookers hurriedly fled in every direction.

Meanwhile, Mo Yi, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth, raised his head in ragged breaths to look toward the sky, catching sight of the one who had slashed out that sword.

A Golden-Toothed Tiger asked, "Chieftain, should we just head back and bring more men to fight tomorrow?" One of his teeth was made of solid gold.