Chapter 330: Has Cao Sheng Lost His Passion for Creation?

The eve of leaving Pengcheng.

Cao Sheng and Wang Jing had a meal alone together.

Coming to Pengcheng this time, after seeing the employees Wang Jing had recruited, Cao Sheng no longer simply viewed Wang Jing as his assistant in his heart.

He realized that since he had sent Wang Jing to be stationed in Pengcheng, her status was no longer that of an assistant, but rather that of a branch manager.

Therefore, before leaving Pengcheng, he went with her to a hotel to have a meal and discuss some work.

After having already left, Yun Hao did not put away the Immortal Refining Pot, because he feared that some people's greed had already been stirred up and would not be so easily suppressed.

Upon hearing the old man say this, they all began to whisper to one another; although their voices were low, the room was only so large, so how could anyone not hear?

When the Heavenly King Pangu was born, he was like the beloved son of the Dao, holding three supreme treasures in his hands: the Pangu Axe, the Creation Jade Disk, and the Chaos Green Lotus, each of which was peerless and unrivaled.

However, the human world has the laws of the human world, and the Underworld has the regulations of the Underworld; as the saying goes, nothing can be accomplished without norms or standards, and many things cannot be changed.

The Sea of Bitterness is composed of a strange energy, and this energy seems both tangible and intangible.

"Swish," Wugu’s figure moved, blocking the space between the Sun God Child and Han Yu, a light screen rising from his body to block the Sun God Child’s beam of light.

In the Resource Hall, as long as one has contribution points, one can exchange them for corresponding treasures; they have everything.

Princess Xiuning shouted coldly, her eyes sizing up this candidate for Saint Son of the Heavenly Origin Sword Sect before her with ill intent.

The moment he took it out, a magnificent heavenly might erupted from the fiery red domain, as if a supreme deity were hidden within, about to be born.

"Young Master, Lan Wan'er has already arrived at Fenggu City. Should we go pay a visit?" In the VIP area of the "Fate Arrives" restaurant, a youth bowed and said to the youth sitting to the side.

Lu Yueshe did not know what was special about Great Peak Mountain; in his mind, as long as he could enter Great Peak Mountain, he would escape the pursuit of the Xiyan people. But he never imagined that Great Peak Mountain actually had an inexplicable and terrifying legend.

Wang Hu was a bit helpless; each Zhongnanhai bodyguard only carried thirty bullets, and even if every shot killed an enemy, they could at most kill three hundred people. With the twenty-some people on the mountaintop merging into hundreds of prepared smoke-clothed men, he feared there wouldn't even be any scraps left.

The entire school was covered in banners, some welcoming the arrival of masters from various countries, others welcoming the grand opening of the eighth Earth Painting Competition. The topic was also decided today. A topic that was very simple yet not simple: Peace.

"Sister Guanyue, sit down. I will use the Dragon Clan's dragon language magic to treat your external injuries first; internal injuries must be treated slowly!" You Lin's voice was very gentle, and those eyes were like those of a shy little sister, a concept completely different from the majesty and dominance of a dragon, which instantly shattered any thought Guanyue had of wanting to compete with her.

With a leap, she actually flew into the air. Wenzi frowned, her lovely face appearing slightly angry and flushed red—it was unclear if it was due to anger or because she was close to the Phoenix King and had been reddened by the fiery heat.

Their appearance was similar to the ordinary bone beasts above, all resembling the skeletons of Tibetan mastiffs. The difference now lay in the color of their bones.

The lightning containing terrifying energy that was roaming everywhere in the dark clouds suddenly stopped striking into the "Lightning Prison"; the lightning seemed to have a spirit, changing direction and continuously striking that sword.

If you meet someone you like, you must cherish them well, otherwise you will regret it if you give up... Isn't this exactly what describes the situation between himself and Fang Haojie?

"Brother, name your price for how much money you want!" Once the second brother spoke, others followed suit.

Is this a peak-stage Refining Emperor martial artist? He is too terrifying; they have never seen such a terrifying peak-stage Refining Emperor martial artist.