Chapter 265

Both Yu Xing and the production team were deliberately creating dramatic effects.

Judging from the audience’s reaction, the effect was undoubtedly excellent, and after filming ended, seeing the Weibo topic had gone viral… Producer Xu Rongxuan walked over and hugged Yu Xing tightly.

“Director Yu, the ratings are locked in!!”

Yu Xing smiled and shook his hand: “Director Xu, you guys pulled this off… totally out of left field. You should’ve warned me ahead of time.”

After seeing off these generals, Ying Zheng immediately received officials from the Ministry of Revenue to request strategic supplies.

Then, when a roar filled with boundless rage echoed forth, Lu Zhan wet himself.

What are the Ten Divine Artifacts? They are the strongest foundation of the human cultivation world; Chang Feng did not believe he could possess even one.

As the eighth number, Wan Wudi, my name as the seventh number must now be added to the suspect list, totaling seven people.

Second sister and Li Bie discussed the orphanage, and she appreciated Zhou Qing’s kindness in helping them relocate, but they chose to stay.

One by one, grotesque demonic beasts formed a vast, shadowy mass that relentlessly assaulted the cultivators’ defensive barriers.

Taiqing Saint took the lead, followed by Yuan Shi Tianzun, Tian Huang Fu Xi, Emperor Ying Zheng of Great Qin, the Great Qin State Advisor Qingdi, and Guangchengzi, Lord of Dongsheng Shen Zhou.

Blinding golden light spread everywhere, terrifying waves of energy surged, causing Yun Shu’s pupils to contract and his expression to turn pale.

Each one of them, if standing alone, would draw torrents of reverence from the Heaven-Piercing Sword Sect—but now, they stared grimly at Xu Mu, choosing silence and sitting down.

Yang Shan knew little about the relationship between Mu Qianxun and Chang Feng, but Yang Yulong and Chang Feng were enemies; even an enemy held such an opinion, revealing Chang Feng’s true strength.

The weeping willows along the riverbanks deepened the autumn hues, hung with red silk ribbons that swayed gently in the cool evening breeze.

Watching Qianwan’s back, An Dequan withdrew his hand, his once calm gaze gradually replaced by suspicion—why was Imperial Consort so concerned about the Third Prince?

These were the data and materials from Chen’s company and its other cooperating firms; when Mo Yichen began implementing the plan, he had already prepared them in advance.

“Guest No. 17, have you inspected the goods?” the person outside the door urged, her tone anxious yet still polite. Her ear pressed against the door, she asked politely while carefully listening to the sounds within.

At this moment, Qing Yue was immersed in chaos. Slowly opening her dark eyes, she instinctively scanned her surroundings with caution.

Qiu Qiuxue was speechless—didn’t such a major figure used to call you to thank you? How could you not even save his number?

Everything around was utterly silent; Qing Yue’s breathing and heartbeat sounded unnaturally loud in the forest.

“Oh, it’s fine—worst case, we start over again! We’re still young, we’ll come back someday!” Man La draped an arm over Gu Yan’s shoulder, instinctively stepping back a few paces until her hip bumped against the corner of the desk.

“I can only hold back the urge to run back to you by working nonstop. Do you know? The moment I stop, your face fills my mind—I wonder if you’ve found someone you like, if you’ve started a new life, or if there are people far stronger than me chasing after you.”

Imagine this: when each faction has at most a few players with primordial-level power, yet every single person on the side of the Number One Tower is a primordial-level player—this would completely sweep everything aside.

Lu Zheng merely nodded slightly to the Eighth Prince and stood to the left of the screen, where the figure of Emperor Longqing could be faintly seen.

After all, with so many prodigies from powerful families present, I’d easily give myself away and reveal my true level.

“Precisely because of that, the devils should know we’d come here too—are they stupid, or just seeking death?” Jiang Jing glared back at Jiao Junmou.

He had just brutally dealt with those unruly bastards and rushed back to attend this wedding—turns out he didn’t come in vain.

Mo Xingchen bent down, his thin lips lightly pressing against Xu Nuoe’s smooth forehead—only a fleeting touch. He knew she was exhausted; she needed a good sleep.

“I’ve told you everything you asked for, please spare my life, I beg you!” Longhu Master suddenly felt inexplicable terror—the weight of a mountain crushing him made his heart pound violently, his chest unable to draw breath.

Zhuang Zhou, they hadn’t restrained him at all; in fact, compared to what others described, the Guwu Clan’s treatment of Zhuang Zhou was nearly reverent.

Wei Chi Mingyue saw Bai Jiujiu enter and immediately dropped to her knees with a thud—the sound made Bai Jiujiu wince at the pain in her bones.

Meng You reached out and caught a snowflake-shaped demonic aura; it wasn’t as turbulent as expected, but serene—likely tied to the original owner’s personality.

Yuan Fang took a cooling patch from the fridge and stuck it to her burning forehead—the icy chill brought immediate relief.

Ma Fu neighed sharply, turning into a blur as it appeared beside Hao Ge, its hooves lifting high before crashing down violently on the ground.

In the end, Song Lingxue gritted her teeth and paid the enormous cost of five stars to upgrade the shop within her space.

Yun Ning suddenly recalled the time she fell into the pit—if Meng You hadn’t come to rescue her, she would’ve waited until she was on the brink of death before anyone found her.

A stunning swordlight descended from the heavens, splitting the sky in two, carrying rolling thunder as it struck the black dragon.

The entire world instantly lost all sound—only the deafening “thump-thump” of her heartbeat remained. Her whole body burned hot, her blush spreading from cheeks to neck, like a white flower stained crimson across half its petals, making her even more radiant.

Bai Wujie’s eyes narrowed, and he frantically retreated; the Water Ripples Mirror in his hand immediately released another stream of watery light.

Though he had trained under Qing Hua for fifteen years, he was not skilled in formation arts—the old Daoist never taught him; as he put it, once your power reaches the peak, any formation can be shattered with a wave of the hand.

Golden Core experts can fly through the air, raise a hand to cause mountains to collapse and earth to split, snap a finger to sever rivers, and blow a breath comparable to a typhoon.

At that moment, an awe-inspiring scene unfolded: two supreme experts, nearly three hundred martial immortals and martial gods, all acted simultaneously, unleashing dazzling divine light as they formed countless magical seals.

All three hundred seats were filled; magnates from around the world—all with the same goal: the fifty-one jade pendants forming the key.

Yun Fanghua lay on the bed, glancing back at Ye Qiu with a sweet look—only to find him frowning deeply, his face solemn.

Funada Yuu’s expression flickered with surprise—he had witnessed the power of Chinese acupuncture before, but only for healing; now, Ye Zihao was using it to seal acupoints and slow toxin spread?