Chapter 119: Mom, Look, There Are So Many Demon Ghosts Eating People in the Sky (11K, Monthly Ticket!)

“Annihilation Energy Bomb? Was that what the demon threw earlier called the Annihilation Energy Bomb?” Li Zhe asked.

“So what are you planning to do with him?” Old Mu’erden looked at his son and asked softly; he needed to know how he could help.

Thinking of this, even Fuxi’s composure could not help but betray a proud smile, which he quickly suppressed; he glanced up at the chaos behind him, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes, then ignored it entirely, scanning the diverse expressions of the beings before him.

He had just dealt with a man who called him a Louyi , and now he heard those very words again. His anger could not be quelled.

Wang Yu’s laughter was like the wind of hell itself, blowing over the body, icy beyond measure.

Yet beside him, Lieutenant Colonel Inoue, upon hearing Major Nakamura’s order and seeing the excited Lieutenant Colonel Yoshida, filled his eyes with melancholy and disappointment.

Such terrifying magical power fluctuations, if occurring in the Tianwu Great World, would cause a world-ending catastrophe. Fortunately, this was the Ancient Road to Emperorhood, where space was extraordinarily stable and indestructible; even so, the Ancient Road trembled as the six of them unleashed their battle intent and power fully, surging skyward and shaking the void.

Lin Dong formed a magical seal with both hands; the Qiankun Ancient Array in the sky emitted mysterious ripples and gradually began to activate.

Thinking about it, Jin Xiuyan and the White Horses, along with the TL Fan group, walked into the TV station building.

Gasping from the exhausting practice, like Li Zhengzhe, Li Shengzhu, Park Jae-yong, Kim Hak-jun, and Ahn Jae-seok stared at White Horse Jun, puzzled: new song?

Outside the embassy, it was bustling; the road intersection was lined with all kinds of cars. Many representatives of factions were hurriedly getting in, for no one wanted to be late for their first audience with the king.

Ye Xiao poured a bottle of medical alcohol onto his standard-issue long blade and carefully wiped the blade; after a long while, he raised his head, a flash of determination passing through his eyes.

Jiang Feng pulled hard; Su Yue could not resist his strength and was forced to stumble into Jiang Feng’s arms.

“Are you certain what you just said was not a lie!” Jiang Yu stepped forward; though no pressure pressed upon him, the killing intent in his eyes made Xu’s manager’s heart tremble. The intensity of the killing aura from a Foundation Establishment cultivator felt unreal—even the cultivators who had retreated far away turned to stare.

“Gu Xun, is it? I’ll give you two choices: one, surrender immediately and avoid physical pain; two, let me teach you a lesson, and you’ll be utterly defeated. Choose.” Yu Wude said, hands behind his back.

Ye Xiao silently extended his hand, palm upward; a Technology Tree card lay quietly within it.

“Order your engineering units to connect this point, this point, and this point. Redirect the final path of these streets toward Arthur Palace.” Arinass pointed at the map of Demon City.

Two sects smiled at each other—one of body cultivators, the other of Daoists. Their prodigies shook hands on the surface to discuss the Dao, but secretly probed each other; the body cultivator’s qi surged into the Daoist’s body, only to be neutralized by his pure yang energy. As they clashed, their disciples behind them could not help but step back.

“Is it really that simple?” Hearing Qing Shi’s words, the Black Python was stunned, his expression filled with disbelief—he had never expected Qing Shi would spare him so easily.

The Flying Dragon landed beside Hao Lan and the others; the man aboard jumped down, and only then did Hao Lan see his face—he looked very much like Bo Lin, both wearing glasses, except Bo Lin wore square frames while he wore round ones. He wore a mage’s robe, far more handsome than Hao Lan had imagined.

This vitality did not come from traditional elixirs or plundering others; it was an inherent ability of the Azure Dragon, an embodiment of the ultimate Dao of Wood, one of Heaven and Earth’s laws.

Liu Lin thought this, and her anger lessened; her gaze toward the boy lost its sharpness.

The boy in the back seat had given up, but after leaving the exam hall, he still angrily blocked Zhou Zhou, demanding why she had promised to help him and then reneged, calling her an idiot and more, utterly lacking in manners.

It was also a way to train troops, and a simple test to see how many of his subordinates were reliable and how many were just slacking off.

Zhou Zheng was surprised, because according to the development trend of 3D animation, true maturity would come around this same time—he even wondered if this brother had also crossed over.

Thinking it over, Le Wei told Ji Feng to keep watching the store, not to bother hiring workers to clean up yet; leave it as it was until the police arrived.

Zhao Manyi could have been shameless too, but she would be living here for several more years; she didn’t care what others said about her, but she couldn’t ignore what they said about her child—and that was what bound her.

“No, I want you to go to Tianmei. I’ve rented out the entire sixth floor. I don’t understand food service, so you handle it. I have only one requirement: open tomorrow.” Yu Hao said.

Cang Yaozu replied: “The climate of the South Seas is indeed hard to adapt to, but it yields three harvests a year, producing the grain our Great Han most needs—so we must take it. Only after food and clothing are secure can we speak of other matters.”

At this critical moment, Gong Mo li had no time to think; instinctively, she blocked the knife with her arm, refusing to use any other part for fear of harming the child. Only when the dagger pierced her arm did Feng Qianzhan react, kicking the assassin away with a single blow.

Just then, Feng Yichen’s hand, holding a newly picked chess piece, accidentally dropped it back into the box, producing a crisp, clear sound that deepened the silence.

This time, Ma Jiaohong seemed to misunderstand, sending an ellipsis, then replying in a normal tone: Jun… please don’t speak to me like that, don’t put me in such a difficult position—I’ll feel guilty toward you.

Making a film in under a year and editing it into forty episodes means netting over six million? That’s enough to buy a house for my sister.