Chapter 179

"Good, since everyone is here."

"Then let's officially begin repaying the debt."

Wu Wang sat in the main seat, grinning as he pulled out a stack of 【Transaction Contracts】.

Like a teacher who had just graded exams, sitting on the podium calling students up one by one to collect their papers.

"Yun Ze."

Hearing Wu Wang call his name,

Yun Ze stood up and tapped a few times on the conference table.

The next second,

Especially Feng Shaoqian, already irritable, seeing the two exchange glances, he angrily threw down his bowl and left.

Ye Zhen shook her head; she understood perfectly the old lady's behavior and mindset—Second Branch had always been her favorite, and she clung to the idea of protecting them as long as she could. But Grandmother, are you certain you can protect Second Master and Lin Shi for life?

But he never imagined that precisely because of his irresponsibility, everything had spiraled toward the worst possible outcome.

Li Yuchu and her son's tragic fate truly was, as Qin Xiqian said, merely a coincidence—Li Yuchu's mother's death had nothing to do with Yang Jiawei; Yang Jiawei's delayed appearance was simply because his phone had died. By the time he learned everything, Yang Shani had already returned safely to City B.

"Please introduce yourself," Sun Yan asked softly, her voice no longer trembling.

Gu Xian shook his head. "I'm here today to take Nana home." After speaking, Gu Xian shook his head again, and several bodyguards continued walking into the house.

"This technique is indeed hard to master, so I'll teach it to you once you reach the Transformation Saint Realm. For now, focus on mastering Soft Water Sword!" Qi Ming said with a smile.

The police outside clearly felt the pressure too—if this isn't handled well, I suspect many of them will lose their rank insignia.

"You're troubled." For Qian Qiyue, silence was perfectly fine—she was never talkative, nor did she enjoy noise. Yang Jiahua felt the same, silently holding her. After a while, she suddenly spoke up.

But Shen Xing Wuji did not move immediately, for he still had something more important to attend to: communicating with the spirit of the Divine Weapon.

After speaking, Li Luo walked off in another direction—not the one Li Mengran had taken.

This arena and array were designed solely for Wangdao Realm experts to fight in—they could withstand even the fury of a Peak Chengdao Realm expert, even if only for a single strike, which was already extraordinary.

"Exactly. I'll smash the faces of those who wish I'd quit the entertainment industry," Su Yanran said.

The next moment, without delay, he immediately restored the Merit Points deducted from Shui Hongxiao, Zong Zuyun, and Jin Li. After receiving their Merit Points, the three nearly jumped for joy.

The next morning, Ye Fan woke up, but Mu Mu beside him was still fast asleep—clearly, the girl had been exhausted last night.

Hua Yu narrowed his eyes, murderous intent flashing; wind and clouds churned instantly. Cold air pierced through Shen Hao's layered seals, sending a chill through his entire body.

The voice shook the eardrums painfully; Su Yanran and Liu Hua Hua both winced, clutching their ears.

No matter how strong or resilient the werewolf viscount's physique, facing Wang Hai with Fourteen-Level Primordial Force, he was like an egg striking a stone—utterly defenseless.

She didn't know how to explain—this patchwork story had nothing to do with what had actually happened today, yet she couldn't reveal the truth.

Where the boomerang passed, swords blocking its path snapped, and throats gushed forth gushing blood.

Meanwhile, inside the Journey to the West live-stream, countless onlookers were stunned by the news brought by Zi Xia Immortal—each stared in disbelief, shouting and discussing wildly, unable to accept what they saw.