Chapter 839: The First Person to Educate Fans

“Don’t compete with Zhou Jianhui in marketing—we can’t beat him.”

“Then who can?”

“Monster! Monster!”

The top executives of several major record companies, suddenly burdened with an unjust black mark, nearly flew to the capital to challenge Zhou Jianhui to a duel.

It was as if Zhou Jianhui had been riding a bicycle on the road, then bent down when no one was watching to jam a stick into the wheel axle, and then deliberately fell to the ground.

I knelt in midair, clutching the Tyrant Spear plunged through my chest, forcing back tears so the scene before my eyes wouldn’t blur, watching as the brilliant white streak that had torn through the void vanished utterly into eternal darkness, gone without a trace.

Though I possess the Black God Gauntlets and could crush this mammoth with a flurry of punches, I have no desire to do so. Such real combat opportunities, perfect for tactical practice, are rare—I must cherish this one.

After hearing Ye Xiangchen’s words, everyone fell silent, for they all knew he was right.

“Xi Chen will remember,” I nodded, genuinely admiring the God of War Xingtian.

Ye Fan paid no heed to the murmurs around him; he had landed firmly on the ground, his dark eyes fixed on Lei Ban, a faint smile on his face.

The character appears in the Hero’s Graveyard, checks the inventory—potions are plentiful, equipment durability is sufficient; with one hand, he opens the level ranking list for Tian Shui City.

Heading toward the Dragonbone Wasteland, I slowed my pace; Lin Ruoxi remained at the rear of the group, keeping a distance from everyone else.

Qi Hui also rushed home; Pang Jun’s words reminded her: Mu Yin claimed she had traveled over mountains and rivers to arrive here, but they had all overlooked one thing—if she was from abroad, how did she sneak into the capital? It was entirely possible the invading enemies had followed the same path Mu Yin had taken across the mountains.

“This dragon’s breath has color!” I gasped in shock at the dangerously unusual black dragon breath.

Qi Xu took this to heart and issued an imperial decree ordering the three armies to halt. But Qi Hui still led his troops forward; though he claimed loyalty to the monarch, how could he claim loyalty if he ignored the monarch’s orders? When he returned having pacified the realm, he’d speak louder and stand taller.

But this theory is only theoretical—if she truly became the Creator, she wouldn’t remain confined to the earthly realm; then, wouldn’t she be free to go anywhere in the Three Realms?

Xiu Jila spoke haltingly, her face flushing crimson. She was utterly stunned by the sudden appearance of Fei Ya, the two of them clinging tightly together, their body heat clearly felt through thin clothing. He wanted to step back, but his neck was locked in an embrace—he couldn’t move.

“Really?” Ai Huan glanced at Hunter; he didn’t know wrestling had a huge market in Britain.

She murmured softly, shifting her gaze while perched on the loser’s shoulders, scanning the surrounding woods—unaware that Aliya was hiding in a clump of grass roughly a hundred paces away, watching her every move with seething hatred and chilling calm.

All three male instructors involuntarily turned to Yan Yunsongzi, surprised that the first contestant was her deranged fan.

After dodging the strike, Bai Li slowly turned around, glaring with fury at the lecherous old man who had attacked from behind.

Taotaro, Huitaro, and Shitaro—three old bachelors whose names were well known, collectively called the Three Taro.

But when Zhang Peng actually ran over, he suddenly spun around, ignored all enemies before him, brushed past them, and appeared behind.

No one had expected Bai Li would dare swear an oath upon his sect—and dare to break it completely.