Chapter 135: 134

134 "So it seems I'm the only one working for you."

"Then go ahead, but since he wants your help, ask him for some shares — maybe he's really a potential stock." Quan Shasha suggested again.

"I don't need it!" Bai Ou said with a smile.

A week later, Bai Ou video-called Fang Qingye once again.

"Look! It's all done! This is the business license! This is the tax registration certificate! This is the company bank account documents!"

In the video, Bai Ou happily displayed each and every certificate and document to Fang Qingye.

Streaks of light surged out from the Gate of Immortality, all pouring into Fang Han's body.

Strictly speaking, he had barely endured this bolt of tribulation lightning, but Xiao Yun had no strength left — apart from waiting for death, he could do nothing.

Of course there were also those who hadn't heard, like Professor Hu — he was the model of being deaf to the outside world and focusing solely on invention and creation — but upon seeing the scenes unfolding at the city gate, Professor Hu still furrowed his brow, clearly not expecting such a situation.

This caused this piece of equipment, which should have become, or had already become, a divine artifact, to lose its conceptual power.

Zhou Fangyuan's face showed no expression at all, as if he hadn't seen these three J's. In his heart he was also wondering: what kind of play is Dad making?

With a thunderous explosion, a shockwave rippled outward from the point of impact as the center, spreading violently, visible to the naked eye.

Not far from Nan Yao, an ability-user lay prone on the ground with both hands flat, his upper body bare. Along his spine on his back, black quill-like spikes stood up like spears, all pointing at Nan Yao, like a row of missiles ready to launch.

A body strengthened by spiritual energy was sturdier, but its demand for food and water was also greater. Finding no food or water along the way, they could only endure, and only when they saw a faucet did they feel an unbearable hunger and thirst.

Yi Qiu rubbed his bald head; after figuring out the composition of the spirit, he didn't have much more he wanted to pay attention to.

The moment Feng Wuhen's palm struck out, the formidable palm wind surged like an avalanche overturning the sea. The entire heaven and earth instantly seemed swept by a violent tornado, draining the world of color.

Collecting this main spiritual vein did not take long; a few minutes later, Xian Cun quietly departed.

Shen Qiansan said no more. Those energies roamed through his flesh and blood — sometimes piercing the flesh, sometimes piercing the meridians — wildly and abnormally. After going back and forth for quite a while, seemingly consuming a great deal, they finally followed the root-like spreading meridians and converged into his dantian.

Xin Donghao looked at Xia Xuan, then looked at Park Hye, his heart wavering, unsure whether to speak the truth of the matter.

The Palm Seal descended from the sky, as if the heavens were collapsing, and in an instant collided with the towering great saber formed from the mountains.

She thought of Xia Xuan — if Xia Xuan were here at this moment, he would surely be able to help her through this crisis.

However, the Egret Gu Mother behind them had already been driven into a desperate corner by Wushuang Luojia and was in desperate need of power, so without a care she released a mature Blood Clam Gu mother-body toward Zheng Zhan's back.

Shao Yitian immediately released his divine sense and began searching. After a careful search, he still found no trace of Kang Youhui, which left Shao Yitian somewhat disappointed.

The more Li Lang thought about it, the angrier he got. He struggled to climb up, but the moment he moved, he immediately pulled at his wounds and burst into violent coughing from the pain.

Letting Jia Shisan, who still refused to give up, continue clinging to him, Qin Gu, amid the blazing silver flames, turned his gaze toward the direction where Bai Lu was.

In short, Wanyan Aguda kept Wanyan Jue like a fierce tiger raised at his side, keeping him tethered within his line of sight at all times — otherwise he could never feel at ease. Even after Wanyan Aguda's death and Wanyan Wugunai's succession, the way Wanyan Jue was treated remained utterly unchanged.

Before they could react, the assassins who had just charged forward all swayed and collapsed dead on the ground.