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

"Annihilation Energy Bomb? Was that what the demon threw earlier?" 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 where he could help.

Thinking of this, even Fu Xi's composure could not help but betray a proud smile, which he quickly suppressed; he glanced up at the chaos behind him, a flash of sharp light crossing his eyes, then ignored it entirely, scanning the diverse expressions of the beings before him.

He had just dealt with someone who called him an ant, and now he heard those words again. His anger could not be quelled.

Wang Yu's laughter was like the hellwind howling from the depths of hell, chilling to the bone as it brushed against his skin.

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

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

Lin Dong formed a magic 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 An Jae-seok stared at Baima 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 on their first meeting with the king.

Ye Xiao poured a bottle of medical alcohol onto his standard 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 a Foundation Establishment cultivator's killing aura felt unreal—even distant cultivators who had fled far away turned to stare.

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

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

"Order your engineering units to connect this point, and this point, and also this point. Redirect the final alignment of these streets toward Arthur Palace." Arrenas pointed at the map of Demon Capital.

Two sects smiled at each other across the way: one was the Body Cultivators, the other the Daoists. Their prodigies shook hands superficially 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 retreat.

"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 let him go 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 pills or by stealing from others; it was an inherent ability of the Azure Dragon, an embodiment of the ultimate Dao of Wood, one of Heaven and Earth's rules.

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

The boy in the backseat had given up, but after leaving the exam hall, he still angrily blocked Zhou Zhou, demanding why she had promised to help him then reneged, calling her stupid and other insults, utterly lacking in manners.

It's also a way to train troops, and a simple test to see how many of my subordinates are reliable and how many are 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 been reincarnated.

Thinking it over, Le Wei told Ji Feng to keep watching the store, not to hire workers to clean up yet; leave it as it is until the police arrive.

Zhao Manyi could have been shameless too, but she would still 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 Moli 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 plunged into her arm did Feng Qianzhan react, kicking the assassin away with a single blow.

Just then, Feng Yichen's newly picked-up chess piece slipped from his fingers and fell back into the box with a crisp, clear sound, deepening the silence.

This time, Ma Jiaohong seemed to misunderstand, sending an ellipsis, then replied in a normal tone: Jun… can you not speak to me like that? Don't put me in such a difficult position—I'll feel guilty toward you.

Filming a drama 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.