56. The Drum Skin of the Appeal Drum

However, he only saw Xu Chu weeping beside his personal guards. Guan Yu hurriedly asked him what had happened, but Xu Chu refused to say, leaving Guan Yu with no choice but to bring Xu Chu back to Liu Bei's main camp first.

Having plotted his strategy, he made a feint with his spear and said, "Barbarian dog, you are indeed fierce; this general is no match for you. I shall take my leave now, and you need not pursue me further." With that, he turned his horse's bridle and rode away.

This time, they still planned to look for opportunities to enhance their strength while advancing toward their ultimate destination.

"I suppose that depends on what happens in the future! It can't be taken off anyway, so I just hope this ring can genuinely aid my cultivation," Lu Qi said.

Just as Li Yuyun unleashed her sword technique a moment earlier, the commander once again fused with several generals at the Divine King realm, causing the aura surrounding him to surge dramatically.

Unbeknownst to herself, Zilan had grown very accustomed to calling him Brother Kong, shedding her previous coyness as if everything was only natural—or rather, she had already been completely captivated by Ye Kong's strength.

By this time, the propaganda agencies on the New Earth had been fully established. Previously neglected, they were now fully operational, meaning everything had a guiding voice, and there was no longer any need to worry about suffering severe impacts.

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"Brother Lu Qi, I've leveled up too." Xue'er could sense the novel sensation brought by the upgrade of her fusion power. With her eyes half-closed, her voice was already weak and breathless.

"Boom!" At that moment, a ball of golden kinetic energy, accompanied by a massive explosion, detonated inside the dark tortoise's mouth. Amidst the deafening blast, the creature let out a pained shriek before ruthlessly crushing forward toward the Emperor.

"Brother Jiang, was the spatial technique you displayed at Fairy Lake that day derived from the weapon-wielding ancestor of our clan?" These were the words spoken by Daoist Li to Jiang Hua.

Knowing full well that he had not yet attained the realm of a Qi Saint, the old man treated this legend as an absolute truth, regardless of whether it was real or false.

Long Ling glanced at Wuliang, a trace of gratitude flashing in his eyes. Yet, looking back later, he would realize just how utterly laughable those words truly were.

"Is this the true strength of a fourth-tier Qi Master?" Feeling the formidable power unlike anything he had experienced before, Long Ling said from the bottom of his heart.

"Yes, exactly like that!" Overwhelmed by extreme irritation, she could not help shouting back while dodging the beam fired from the Chaos Gundam's weapon pod.

At midnight, as the gala came to an end, fireworks were lit outside the convention center. They were colorful, brilliant, and breathtaking.

Tian Yingzhao initially felt this was not entirely safe, but driven by his confidence in himself and the Tian family, he eventually agreed.

Furthermore, the oppressive nature of the passageway naturally induced a profound sense of vigilance within anyone passing through.

Beside them, although Chen Hao harbored suspicions, seeing that Miao Lin remained silent, he refrained from pressing further. After all, this matter concerned the deep secrets of the Phoenix Miao Village, and if Miao Lin was willing to tell him, he would naturally be glad to know.

Yet even though Lian Po had decided to focus solely on drinking and speak no more, deep concern still filled the eyes of Yanmen Governor Li Mu and Shanggu Governor Ma She.

Because half of the box office revenue was deducted by the theater chains, followed by another 50% for Ye Jingcheng's stake in Oriental Film Distribution Company, the actual profit share that finally landed in his hands amounted to over three million.

"Brother Qiang, it's already eight o'clock; he should be heading out by now." Ah Xiong, who was sharing a car with Zhang Ziqiang, checked the time and deliberately reminded him.

"It's not too late at all. You haven't taken this disciple in fully yet, so I still have a chance. People can say whatever they want; I accept it." Venerable Nine Swords maintained an indifferent attitude.

Upon hearing the figure, Dong Qi, despite having reached an age of unshakeable composure, still could not help slamming his fist onto the desk, almost bringing tears to his eyes.

If Zhang Mingtian's expression upon meeting Ye Jingcheng could be described as a forced smile, the smile given by Cao Yaoxiang—who had once flatly refused Ye Jingcheng's offer to buy out his shares—was even more strained.

It must be said that although Zheng Sui and Li Mao did not look down upon the Yanmen cavalry led by the Han general Li Mu, they had nonetheless severely underestimated them.

"The Angel Clan? Those defeated foes—if not for our lord the Emperor pitying them and granting them a chance at an alliance, we would have wiped them out long ago." Mephistopheles boastfully bragged, having never suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of Angel warriors.

Wang Lei won the match, knocking out Abraham Ali within three rounds. His seventy-million-dollar appearance fee and broadcast revenue share were naturally safely in hand.

"Teacher Zhou, do you think I'm still capable of uttering a single 'no'?" I wore a bitter expression, turned toward Zhou Dawei, and nudged my right arm with a tilt of my head.

Sleeping soundly through the night until half-past eight in the morning, I washed up, packed my belongings, and arrived at the private dining hall right at nine o'clock.

The old man grew overwhelmingly emotional at this moment, trying his utmost to widen his eyes as he attempted to discern the appearance of the newcomer.

"The martial arts tournament two months from now will be attended by all the clans in the pugilistic world. If Your Highness wishes to understand the situation in the jianghu, it will be an absolute prime opportunity!" Li Yingbo explained eagerly.

Following behind Karen were numerous shrine maidens who carried in tables, chairs, pastries, tea, and other items to set up the venue.

"Don't you know what kind of person Ye Yuanan is? When we stayed at her house, has she ever quibbled with us over anything?" Lu Ziwan also said with a hint of annoyance.

Now, although Daoism had reclaimed some prestige in terms of reputation, it had deeply angered the prominent families and the prefectural office of Dongling Commandery, stirring the muddy waters even further.

Zhang Ming and Qingquan were utterly mesmerized by the strange sights, forgetting how to speak for a moment until they blinked and found themselves in the center of the town.

Unlike ordinary slaves, pirates truly gambled with their lives. It was just that this was the East Blue, and those of them hailing from the Grand Line did not take things too seriously here. After all, the notion that the pirates in the East Blue were weak was something the entire world had long known.

"Senior Sister, you are truly so good to me," Xun Yi said aloud, though deep down he felt a lingering wave of anxiety. His Second Senior Sister had grown so easily emotional over the past two days; it must surely be connected to that old acquaintance of hers. Yet, frustrated by her strict rule against asking too much, he was left entirely helpless.

Everything seemed to have returned to its former state. Lin Xiao nodded in satisfaction and set about preparing dinner.

Shen Weilai's heart completely collapsed. Ling Baolu, it was Ling Baolu again. Why was it always Ling Baolu?

Mingnan looked at Yulu's earnest face and could only sigh helplessly in agreement. For the sake of his own perks, he had no choice but to betray his brother.