Chapter 179

"Tsk, so this is the evil dragon!"

"Look quick, look quick—is that the evil dragon himself?!"

"What evil dragon? At most, a venomous snake!"

Inside the taxi, Zhong Zhiling and Ge Xingwen from Baixiaosheng pressed against the glass, watching the Penguin HQ, murmuring in awe—especially San Dashou, who thought he spotted the Penguin CEO walking into the company.

Pengcheng is not part of Baixiaosheng's recruitment campaign this year; this trip was purely for Yu Xing.

Just as they were about to leave with Xie Zhuan, a thunderous boom echoed from Immortal Sword Sect, shaking the entire sect.

Regretful as he was, there was no "remedy" for regret in this world; having come this far, Li Zixiao could only cling to his belief that avoiding trouble was better than inviting it.

Xiao Mu's attitude today surprised Lin Xiaohuan. She looked at Luo Feng—he was lowering his head, peeling an apple. Xiao Mu had said Luo Feng told her many things; surely, to clear her name, he'd worn his lips raw.

Was this the man who forcibly dragged her back, ignoring her will, dismissing her pleas, snatching her straight from her brother's side—not a removal, but a kidnapping? Dragging her away from her brother—unforgivable sin.

"Big dummy, I'm right behind you~" Qi Ming used Thunder Flash Step to circle back behind Zhang Zhuang, speaking with a teasing tone.

She thought Han Dama's expression was as adorable as it could be—how had she never realized he was still such a nagging man?

Four-colored Divine Path markings shot out from his body, whizzing around him in constant rotation, wrapping Ye Shaoxuan into a spherical ball of spiritual energy.

The aura on Qi Ming's fist vanished instantly; his body flew backward, his knuckles gushing blood, white bone faintly visible.

Snow whitened his hair and eyebrows, his nose red, yet sweat dripped from his forehead; his clothes were soaked—not from snow, but from sweat.

Mid-fight, she suddenly leapt out of the Law Barrier, claiming she was hungry, then bit into a chicken leg and dove back in to battle Qi Ye again.

At that moment, the front door of the house burst open—several young men with buzz cuts appeared before Jin Gui and the others.

On the devastated battlefield, a man was impaled through the chest on a cliff edge, his blood staining the precipice in a horrifying sight; Lin Yu couldn't make out who it was, but he instinctively felt the man was deeply familiar—someone he knew well.

Regarding this news, over three hundred employees of Yihao Entertainment erupted into chaotic chatter throughout the office.

Song Qi sighed helplessly; Zuo Baining and An Yizheng had both trained under Donglin Chenmu for a while and stayed at Fanghua Valley, so they were old acquaintances of hers. If this were anywhere else, she'd have beaten them senseless—but here, she'd spare them some face.

At that moment, Kong Meng and the monarch in the sky also noticed Ba Yu Zhi's arrival, and couldn't help but hold their breath for those below.

The only thing that worried him was the factory issue. But the factory still needed two months before it could resume operations, so Lin Feng wasn't in a hurry.

Hetero-spirits had always been elusive on this continent, moving unpredictably and hiding deeply; few were ever discovered, let alone slain. In history, there had been almost no one like Bai Shu, who wiped out over a hundred hetero-spirits at once. No matter how you looked at it, those hetero-spirits would never let Bai Shu live.

Director Qi Yongyan, producer Feng Yu, and screenwriter Cai Xue gazed enviously at Li Hao escorting Song Xuan as they stepped out of the car. They'd met many investors, but none as extravagant as Li Hao—spending half a hundred million on a luxury car.

When the Tianxie Clan was annihilated, Xu Feng had already spent a hundred years refining the Xuan Huang Elixir within accelerated time.