Chapter 74

"You know damn well what it means!" Xiao Shi shot back without mercy, ordering everyone to tie him up tight, then escorted the Demon Emperor, bound like a dumpling, toward the direction of Xue Tie.

"Damn this Prosperous Frenzy, damn this Wind-Thunder Furious Tiger—I curse you to choke on your food, drown in your water, and get fucked to death by a few T-Rexes!" As I bandaged Bai Ze's horrific wounds, I kept cursing Wind-Thunder Furious Tiger with the vilest language.

But Japan is different—it's a remote enclave, and those stationed there easily develop a sense of supreme superiority; under such circumstances, even the closest person sent there would make Li Er uneasy.

The luxurious floating vehicle halted perfectly in front of the main entrance of the Zhu family's office; San De didn't need to be told—he swiftly stepped forward to open the door.

It wasn't that Li Feng was unwilling to give other pills—he simply knew Andromeda was an unskilled apprentice mage; pills that boost battle energy were useless to her, and neither was the Black Iron Floating Armor suitable for mages.

Coupled with ten times the primordial blood marrow of the Wuji Clan, the combined force from all three sources left Tian Zhu stunned.

Your old man screws you, torments you—that's because Li Chengqian is too damn restless yourself—but now that you've been tormented, why come here to torment me? Do I look like a coward? Am I just that easy to pick on?

The man called was a tall, slender fellow; he hesitated a moment before urging his subordinates forward.

"Dinner's served!" I snatched up my chopsticks and dug in. Pfft—I'm not the type to pry. If you like being mysterious, I won't ask—what can you do about it?

Originally, when Huang Long stormed the Dragon Language Empire's palace, emerging from the Beast Mountains with the Nine-Eyed Demon Tiger and other Sacred Domain beast companions, it had already stunned everyone; now, the Dragon Clan and the Church's procession were even more shocking than Huang Long's original group.

And the attackers this time were indeed members of the Dragon Alliance. Their mindless ambush inadvertently shielded Lin Tianlian from bullets, causing the Bai family to direct all their rage squarely at the Dragon Alliance.

"What do we do?" Ren Liusu asked a brutally practical question, plunging nearly everyone around into silence.

This "blow" was too heavy for the Golden Dragon Holy Master—Huang Long truly feared he might not withstand it.

After countless years, seeing the Divine Mountain again, Fen You Dao Zun screamed in ecstatic frenzy, jolting everyone awake. Yet just as the fierce battle was about to resume, a black figure suddenly emerged from within the snow-white Divine Mountain—its form colossal, nearly equaling the mountain's size.

"You've seen it—police are never something we need to worry about." Hong Lang raised one hand; a bullet struck it, bounced off without breaking skin, and clattered to the ground.

After several days of interaction, Lu Xius and Shengong Jingong Youzi had grown more familiar; Shengong Jingong Youzi no longer acted as stiff as at first, gradually revealing the energetic side of his youth.

"You say you eavesdrop on people's sex lives all day—how can you even be so shameless?" Lin Tianlian sneered at the virgin across from him.

"No…" Seeing hope crushed from ecstatic joy, the beam of light shattered, the Father God let out a hysterical roar.

To be honest, Lin Tianlian strongly opposed this exam-based education—but there was no choice; without it, you couldn't get into school.

Under Bo Bi's watchful gaze, Ai Da had no chance to escape; she could only plead, glaring with resentment at Ai Lin—her own good little sister who betrayed her at the critical moment.

"Whether it's true or not, you don't need to explain it to me, or justify it to me. From now on, we have no more connection—none whatsoever!" Mo Qingying snatched a photo, tore it in half before his eyes, and dropped the two severed figures onto the carpet.

"Looks like you've got internal strife." Lain gently dropped the ruined Rusiyal on the ground—his bodily functions had been destroyed by that punch to 70–80 percent; even if he escaped death this time, he'd need to sleep for ten or eight years to recover.

As the saying goes, when a man leaves, his tea grows cold; Yuan Shao had been dead a long time, and Yuan Shang clearly hadn't inherited Yuan Shao's abilities. In the Battle of Liyang, Yuan Shang's army collapsed completely; after this, everyone knew Cao's forces were determined to take Hebei.

Acting as a medium, this energy, upon entering, caused the previously chaotic energies to quiet slightly.

The two didn't keep Ma Qian'an waiting long; minutes later, Ren BS turned back, his expression skeptical, walked over to Ma Qian'an's side, sat down, stared at him for a moment, then smiled.

That night, back at Brother Cai Bin's house, a large group gathered together; Shu Da, recovered from poisoning, personally cooked up a feast of fine dishes.

In the past, he would have slammed the table and cursed others for disrespecting him—but no one ever disrespected him; today, Li Anni had.

Of course, if the Jinhu Garden funds were truly stuck, bringing in foreign investment would be a viable solution—as long as a few key points were controlled, no major problems would arise.

At dawn, the air still held the quiet, damp remnants of the long night. The sun rose early above the horizon, painting the distance crimson, lifting spirits naturally, making life feel full of vigor, ready to meet the day's challenges with rising determination.