Chapter 160: The Immortal

At the same time, a message from the Black Moon side arrived, warning Fu Tianli to be on guard against Xu Wenfeng and not to leave the Divine Temple under any circumstances.

The Fat Mr. immediately crouched down and grabbed Wang Sancai's head, and as he pulled with force, a string of flesh tore from Wang Sancai's neck.

Americans' habits differ from those of the Chinese: the Chinese prefer to host guests at lavish, upscale restaurants, ordering a full table of rare delicacies, fine wine, and hearty meals, ideally drinking until utterly drunk or even suffering gastric hemorrhage to demonstrate their hospitality.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please sit. I'll be right back," said the old man surnamed Wu. As soon as he finished speaking, he walked straight toward the back room.

Every Supreme Being has an extraordinary journey—this is inevitable; over long spans of time, one endures countless trials, and surviving—and thriving—in the universe demands immense sacrifice.

If the Natural King today voluntarily abandons her because of Hengyi's matter, that is his own choice—she will not beg to stay.

This deep-blue ray was no thicker than a thumb, but when it struck the fat man's apple, the apple instantly turned pitch black, and the next moment, it crumbled into ash and spilled from his palm.

This remark was blunt, even unjust toward Sun Haoyong and his GOP group: when Chen Chufan held his press conference, they were onstage singing and dancing at a concert. How could they possibly have known about Chen Chufan's achievements?

"Oh, nothing, nothing… it's all due to everyone's kindness. I'll need Director Zhou's continued support in the future." Director Zhang beamed, his eyes reduced to slits, smiling like the Laughing Buddha.

Huang Zhong heard the retreat signal, wheeled his horse, and returned to his main formation; Gao Lan and the other generals dared not pursue, retreating to their own camp.

Upon hearing Ye Chen's words, Meng Zhuyin, though still deeply curious, said no more and immediately led Ye Chen out of the Meng family's ancestral home toward the Alchemy Master Branch.

Chen Chen's face instantly lit up with a smile; after receiving Gangzi's approval, she blushed and walked back into the shop.

In the time it took to read those few lines, the battles on the screen had clearly intensified, and a crowd of at least thirty to forty people had mysteriously appeared inside the Dragon Gate arena.

She gripped his throat fiercely: "Xue Yihuai, if you dare speak another sarcastic word, I'll… strangle you, bite you to death!" And with that, she actually bit his shoulder. Xue Yihuai had long experienced her teeth—no wonder she was a foodie; she'd already sharpened them to a fine edge.

This was the first meal the future mother-in-law would eat at his home—he absolutely had to make a good impression.

Pu Tou kept crying out: "Spare my life! Spare my life…" Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but chuckle.

"You?" Tang You saw Wang Zhenyu and her pupils instantly contracted, showing profound shock.

After leaving the temple, this lecherous man immediately returned to Rixin Village and went straight to the Fox Immortal Temple.

The simple, ordinary term "friend" was, for Hua Shaolong, impossibly luxurious and precious.

"No problem," Xue Shao replied. Even if there was a problem, it could only be resolved internally. Who knew what connections Song Zhiwen had used to plead? It certainly wasn't Yuan Wanqing.

If he today allowed this old man to bow to him, no one could predict how tomorrow's newspapers would report it.

Those peaks stood like pillars holding up the heavens, forming the most magnificent spectacle imaginable.

As for other Emperor-levels, their eyes had gone wide with awe. Though all were Emperor-level, the power of Forbidden Emperor-levels was too terrifying—especially the two top Forbidden Emperor-levels—whose battle details ordinary Emperor-levels could barely perceive.

His steps moved swiftly, like a startled swan, like a roaming dragon; in an instant, he dodged Yang Yunfeng's attack, leaving Yang Yunfeng's strike useless.

A horrifying scene unfolded immediately: his face turned blue, he clutched his throat, writhed in agony on the ground, and rolled uncontrollably.

Just as Xue Shao was about to close the window and get into bed, a faint light suddenly appeared from Qiuse Courtyard.

Over such a long period, if Chang Jianxing did absolutely nothing, that would be truly strange.

This place should be considered a tribe: a large open area with neatly arranged fifty-odd wooden houses, and people dressed similarly to the boy coming and going, occasionally glancing sideways, clearly curious about Xiao Yao, the outsider.

Zhan Chen traveled along the mountain range for two hours, finally exiting the Wind and Thunder Zone; before him lay a desolate world—no air, no living creatures, only rocks and circular mountains standing silent and endless.

Instantly, Mu Jinxī thought of the Crown Prince; her whole body trembled, and Jue Lin's past words echoed in her mind… Could this be a premeditated conspiracy? Targeting Jue Lin—or the Crown Prince?

To her surprise, Jue Lin actually nodded: "Indeed, you're here, and we don't know what to say anymore." He looked as if Xiao Xiao had interrupted their date.

This was Shen Wei's consistent principle: when money reaches a certain level, it becomes merely a symbol—whether a bit more or less truly doesn't matter; she values people above all. Where there are people, there is money—and from people, everything can be earned.

"Immortal Sir, please excuse us—we won't see you off further." Guanyin Bodhisattva clasped her hands together and bid farewell to the Immortal Sir, then released a white parrot. Moments later, Hui'an Xingzhe and Shancai Tongzi led Sun Wukong to the bottom of the Precious Lotus Platform.

The moment his words ended, he leapt violently from his hiding spot, his body slanting sharply toward his right front.

Before his words faded, a mass of dark clouds surged from the northwest, instantly filling the entire sky—dense, crushing, obscuring the heavens; thick, smoky, veiling the earth. The three markets vanished into gloom, the six streets dimmed into twilight, as if returning to primordial chaos, the phoenix pavilions invisible.