Chapter 991: The Heartless

Last night, the idol competition and training reality show "Idol Producer," which had been a massive hit for two and a half months, finally reached its grand finale.

Whether in terms of popularity, buzz, or viewership ratings, last night was undoubtedly the peak moment for this talent show since it first aired.

Consequently, after the night passed, the entire internet remained in a state of natural, sustained fanaticism and fervor.

Especially certain fan groups, who were on a massive scale,

Lin Nan’s gaze fell upon Wang Jia, and he discovered that she was indeed very strong; her vortex sword technique was almost on par with his. The demon hunters of Class 0753 also appeared vulnerable before her.

The Thunder Prison Demon Dragon bloodline inherited by the Great Cloud Kingdom’s royal family, like that of Ye Xingkong, was still slightly inferior to the Demon God bloodline. Of course, although the Sophia family possessed the Demon God bloodline, it must be extremely diluted; otherwise, the situation in the world would have changed long ago.

Struck by the blow, Miyamoto was like a kite with a broken string, flying directly toward the foot of the mountain; as he fell, he closed his eyes.

In the eyes of outsiders, Ye Xingbang lived a life of debauchery and idleness; it was only because the Ye family was wealthy and powerful that they could withstand his squandering. If it were anyone else, they would have long since seen their family ruined and destroyed.

A piercing ape cry rang out, and before it had even faded, a carving knife covered in frost slashed down in a rage; ice mist swirled, the force was biting, and it fiercely split the head of a demon beast, causing it to burst open as blood splattered everywhere.

Although Yue Hai had been underground before, he still felt shocked every time he saw it, having the illusion that he had arrived on "Planet Pandora."

As for Hao Rong, seeing Xu Hai in this state, she thoughtfully took a pillow from her own backpack and placed it under Xu Hai’s head to prevent him from getting a stiff neck.

Upon hearing this, the young man’s expression sank, a trace of ferocity flashing in his eyes; not giving anyone a chance to react, after issuing three warnings, he immediately lunged forward, wanting to subdue Wang Feng, because he knew the other party could not possibly be a murderer, and judging by his attire, he did not look like someone with power or influence, which was why he was so uninhibited.

There was no need for the Roar Bomb to do anything else; they were all too familiar with the secrets hidden in the new maze, just as Gengar had been so confident before.

Generally, cultivators of the same sect were grouped together, while idle or unattached cultivators were grouped together or merged into teams with fewer members.

Although Majin Buu did not understand what Helisi meant, he understood that Helisi wanted him to kill her, and he was happy to do so.

He considered it for a moment and decided to keep the dark gold; a single dark gold fragment was, after all, an amulet.

Murong Jun was the first to stop; at this moment, his face was very pale, and the ice sword in his hand was already trembling, as if it could no longer withstand the power.

Bundles of banknotes were piled high on the ground! The eyes of these mountain folk went wide; they had never even dreamed of seeing so much money.

The two held each other, weeping silently, pouring out the bitterness of their longing; mortals had no power to resist when facing demons or immortals—it was too pitiful.

However, for Helisi, who was a transmigrator, there was nothing mysterious about Axin; he was nothing more than a Supreme Kai.

Some stood foolishly dazed on the spot, some let out screams that echoed throughout the entire square, and those who reacted first had already fled in panic.

For this, she worked really hard, really hard; in just one year of enrollment, she achieved the top grade in her year at the Glory Academy.

"No, no, Tang Xuanzang killed the people from the Kunlun Immortal Gate..." Taibai Jinxing finally managed to finish the sentence with great difficulty.

Ai Jinming opened the door, and what met his eyes were gray walls, the standard layout of a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment. Mu Yang walked around with great interest, talking incessantly about her renovation ideas. Ai Jinming followed behind with a doting expression, nodding in agreement.

Taking the phone handed over by Mu Yang, she saw the WeChat conversation interface with Bai Wei on the screen; the last message was a picture of a pregnancy test she had sent. She didn't say much. It seemed Mu Yang had done something she wanted to do but had been hesitant about.