Chapter 824: Gratitude to the Dharma King for Opening the Source

Those who felt panic were not just the Sony family.

Zhou Yi’s pre-sale figures alone were already shocking enough—

Sun Yanzi’s new album “Stefanie,” released over a month ago, has yet to break one million copies;

Zhou Chuanxiong’s “Man’s Ocean,” released after switching to Universal, has been promoting everywhere under the title of “God of Love Songs,” yet sales still haven’t reached seventy thousand;

Zhou Jielun’s album “Stranded,” released in early August;

Cai Na had long since informed him of the myriad wonders of the Black Dragon Jade; if he obtained it, could he not unify the world—even distant elf tribes?

The cultivators who had bet with Li Tianyou jumped up, and those who had been watching grew excited upon hearing the shouts around them.

But whether the Qin Spirit noticed or not didn’t matter—Ai Er had no intention of telling her; he immediately adopted a “so what?” posture, shrugged, and indicated he had nothing to say.

On the arena, after setting up a Level Three Binding Array, Hua Sheng moved like the wind, scattering more fine yuan stones around.

Hei Guangwang, who had been smiling, suddenly frowned, then spun sharply to look toward the direction from which the sword waves surged.

When Hua Qingyi swung his fan, Xuan Yuan Shizhu’s Shattered Stele Palm shattered—not Hua Qingyi’s fan, but Xuan Yuan Shizhu’s own hand.

“If I’m wrong, will you stop?” Gu Lingge’s voice was always calm, unmoved even as mountains collapsed above her. Her eyes were clear, as if piercing straight through the soul; she looked at Qing Ruifan like an arrow, effortlessly piercing through the fog in his heart, slowly bringing him back to clarity.

Wu Ming turned his head to look at Liu Wuhen’s faint smile: “I have no family, no siblings—not even do I know who I am. The world is vast, and I have no idea where to go.” His face was filled with desolation.

But seeing these two so troubled, Li Ziyuan was confused. He knew the higher-ups still placed great importance on the hospital. Even amid the most severe food shortages, the hospital remained a priority for resource allocation. True, things were tight now, but not this bad.

After a burst of commotion, an elder of the Merfolk slowly made his way forward, drawing the attention of the demon soldiers.

“Where are you planning to go first?” Li Zhigang asked. “Cough, cough—I don’t know yet!” Lu Feiyang pondered whether he should finally master horseback riding.

When she flew into the Princess’s mansion and was about to enter her bamboo pavilion, she heard the haunting, songlike sound of the xiao flute.

Soon after, Li Hao nan returned on horseback, seated high atop his steed, looking down at Gu Xiaobei with his usual air of contempt and disdain.

“Fiancé? Qing’er, how come I’ve never heard you mention having a fiancé?” Lin Xifan feigned ignorance, looking at Tang Qing’er with puzzlement.

Ouyang Xiao elegantly brushed off his clothes, adjusted his attire, and didn’t even glance at Ba Li Qianxun, who lay there like a beast ready to devour. He simply found a nearby tree, leaned against it, and waited for Beidou.

The cup was thrown with zero restraint; the man, a mere ornament, immediately bled from the head, clutching the table and howling in agony.

“Xu brother, what are you…?” Hearing Cao Yu’s exclamation, En Quanli also saw that Xu Zhe had chosen over thirty raw stones, his face filled with astonishment.

“Stone, what exactly are Ding Peng and the others doing in this mountain?” Xu Zhe turned to ask Stone.

In an instant, the collapse came—Lin Fei pounded his chest so hard the sound echoed thunderously; preliminary estimate: he could perform chest-crushing-stone stunts. The mixture of a lackey’s aura and a master’s bearing made the scene too beautiful.

Princess Anle spoke out in challenge, and the atmosphere instantly tightened; no one dared to reply at first.

I deployed my most elite forces into the darkest depths—I’m sure no one expected that. The shit-stirrers and their henchmen killed Zhang Xian Dong and my tens of thousands of brothers. This grudge, I must avenge. I won’t let them die in vain.