Chapter 318

Liu Jiankai was resurrected.

The old Liu, with his dull, wandering eyes, vanished, replaced by Vice Director Liu, who possessed rich investment experience.

Xu Xin had not yet left New York and easily noticed this change; after learning Liu Jiankai had joined Yu Xing’s side, she asked: “Why does he seem like a different person? How did you persuade him?”

Yu Xing smiled and gave his answer: “Perhaps he found his true self and gained…”

Surveying the officers around him, Li Ningyu smoothed out the military map on the sandy ground, then said to the nearby staff officer: “Give me a few bullets!”

His mind was filled with the hollow, agonized face of Xue Lengyu after the poison took hold. He clenched his fist, nails digging deep into his palm, yet felt no pain.

Feng Kebei’s slight movement alerted the vigilant Han Ziye, who sensed something amiss in his wardrobe. He reached for a pistol from the bedside table, crept silently to the wardrobe, yanked the door open, and aimed the barrel straight at Feng Kebei’s face.

Qiu Shaoze made up his mind: no matter what, he must persuade this man. The battle from days past still burned vividly in his memory—this elder was the strongest person Qiu Shaoze had ever encountered, his power rivaling that of the gods.

As for the soul, it was even more obvious: Lin Yun’s drowsy state now proved the toll was heavy, but thankfully, it was only exhaustion—no lasting damage. After all, soul power would be crucial for future breakthroughs.

Murong Haoze held his usual folding fan, but his face showed no anxiety—only a faint smile, conveying utter indifference.

The two returned to Zhou Yi and Mumu’s room. Mumu took off her shoes, washed her hands and feet, then crawled into bed.

“Zhong Qing murdered Jingle and wounded Jin’er; she owes the Prince of Zhennan an explanation. Either kill Zhong Qing to avenge Jingle and Jin’er, or…” The Empress Dowager paused.

It was too late. Zhong Qing’s slender waist slammed into the corner of the stone table, and she staggered backward.

Three consecutive laser cannon volleys struck a Divine-rank mentalist, instantly crippling him and sending him flying backward.

“You vanished halfway through the drink—where did you go?” the refined young man asked Song Ziqian with a smile.

Until the head of the Tengshe Spirit Immortal, too, was burned to nothingness by the crimson-gold flames—his soul extinguished forever.

Though he no longer had a magic artifact in hand, Wang Qi believed that given time, a second one would surely come.

“White Shao, do you finally realize your mistake?” Xiao Yao asked, approaching Bai Pojun with a smile, yet his tone was icy, sending chills down the spine.

The method of activation was certainly correct—so was the problem with the blood?

Generally, when a corpse-handler checked into a corpse inn, he lined up the corpses in a row and placed them behind the closed courtyard gate.

His new partner had only rested five minutes, barely catching his breath, when he spotted him running over from afar and muttered: “Damn it, why today of all days did I run into such a tireless bastard?” He was a proper thief—when it came time to push himself, he pushed himself.

The colossal blade forged by the Dragon-Slaying Saber collided solidly with the spells; the grand auction hall was instantly obliterated, leaving not a single intact object in the vicinity.

To the cultivators of the One Hundred and Eight Lands, the name Ye Qingge represented legend. After her fame spread across all middle and low-tier realms, she became a deity in those two tiers, inspiring countless youths with fervent admiration.

Wang Xuesong had never expected the spirit of the artifact to emerge, let alone to suddenly spout such a long speech—he was left stunned by it.

Before anyone could react, Wang Cheng’en’s tall, slender frame—identical to Chongzhen’s—was lifted by the collar in a single hand by Li Jing.