51 Shadow of the Plague 11

Ning Zhi was wearing a Lessis stand-collar shirt, buttoned all the way up to the top. His cuffs were neatly pressed, and his entire attire was impeccably orderly.

This also meant that Ning Zhi had long anticipated that a day might come when he would no longer be able to protect her.

"It's fine." Without time to ponder, Yu Qiqi pulled a tissue from her pocket, pressed it against the injured spot, and walked away holding her arm.

"Don't be too depressed. If these things had happened before, I probably wouldn't have been able to accept them either; those people are just too bizarre," Yan Kui comforted Liu Xuan.

The value of a primordial supreme treasure was undoubtedly immense, holding a powerful attraction. If one could acquire a primordial supreme treasure, it would be like adding wings to a tiger, vastly amplifying their combat prowess.

She had no intention of watching the surveillance footage on the USB drive. They had initiated this conflict themselves and uttered numerous provocative remarks. If Shen Feiyang were to see it, they would definitely be in for a world of hurt.

As for those possessing supreme spiritual veins, there were only the elderly man with the golden dragon spiritual vein, Yuan Tianxing, and Gou Dewei. After them, not a single other person possessed a supreme spiritual vein.

Although this method bordered on heresy and unorthodox sorcery, as long as it was properly arranged, it could be executed flawlessly without the knowledge of gods or ghosts, ensuring absolute foolproof success.

"Where is this place?" Liu Xuan muttered to himself. It gave him a sense of familiarity, yet in the air, he sensed the reek of blood along with wave upon wave of oppressive gloom welling up in his heart.

Yet under such circumstances, he could still remain so calm and composed. Putting everything else aside, his psychological resilience was truly top-notch.

Consequently, there were simply too many players applying to join the guild. They were being vetted one by one, and only those who could truly be called formidable players were accepted.

A wave of golden light spread throughout Lu Haikong's body. That warmth was so powerful that it made Lu Haikong's heart beat with vigorous strength.

When Tingshu left to deal with other poachers, Togepi intended to seize the opportunity to escape. However, upon sensing the pure white Ninetales sitting at the entrance of the black market, it instantly froze. It felt the intense oppression emanating from Ninetales—an oppression that made Togepi wave its hands sheepishly, display an innocent expression, and retreat right back.

The army of malevolent spirits kept closing in, and as they advanced, their appearances constantly morphed and shifted.

"No significant progress? Including that individual flight apparatus?" What Mo Wang cared about most was still that device.

Being matched with him was one thing, but this guy actually let him kill him... And then came the explosive forum news of Li Xurou suddenly becoming known to everyone.

The pristine white aura of kings surged into the heavens. Dragons and phoenixes roared in unison, seemingly venting their wrath, filling the sky with crimson flames and sweeping gales.

Yet Li Xurou harbored a stubborn determination to get to the bottom of it, continuously asking in the party chat whether Jin Jiaqi was his real-life sister or his in-game sister.

As they spoke, all the inner demons and lingering obsessions from this lifetime's Daoist journey were manifested within this dream.

"What do you mean?" Tingshu asked in surprise. They were still in the middle of a battle; why was the opponent suddenly asking this?

"You must be Tang Yan, right? I specifically watched a few of your films recently." After shaking hands with Jackie Chan, Qin Muqing extended her hand toward Tang Yan.

While the entertainment industry certainly possessed no shortage of handsome men, male idols who combined innocence and enchanting allure like Mo Zixuan were indeed a rarity. From the moment he debuted, he generated a massive fan effect.

The tug-of-war of time grew increasingly intense. Xiang Qing kept her head lowered; she did not dare to look up. Her newly shorn hair could no longer conceal her expressions as it once did, leaving every subtle nuance of her face exposed to that man's thorough inspection.

During the boot ceremony of their drama production *Three Lifetimes of Love*, it truly wasn't appropriate to utter such inflammatory rhetoric. After all, in their eyes, the opponent wasn't even worthy of carrying their shoes. If they spoke too passionately, wouldn't that merely elevate the opponent's status?

Shen Chunguang's shoulders trembled slightly, her two arms still braced rigidly against the bed, her fingernails digging deep into the wooden planks.

However, what startled Ye Zhan even more was the Tianhua Garrison guarding the perimeter of the plaza. Scanning the horizon, there wasn't a single soldier below the Post-Celestial realm; every single damn one of them was at the Celestial realm, while the squad leaders and captains were even masters at the Micro-perception and Meridian-opening levels.

Tang Jingchen did not sleep well on her first night at the Guan residence. After all, it was an unfamiliar environment; if she hadn't taken her medication, she probably would have suffered from insomnia.

The other two banks that had cooperated with Su Fan for many years also shifted with the wind. Seeing Defeng withdraw, these two banks began frequently issuing collection notices or adopting a wait-and-see attitude.

To put it bluntly, they had encountered a supernatural incident that they were completely unable to resolve, leaving them with no choice but to seek him out.

Precisely for this reason, Ye Zhan knew very well that the cruelty of this staged arena challenge far exceeded any boxing championship or black-market prize fight. Moreover, such a superficial truth was something he believed the Ye family members taking the stage could not possibly fail to understand.

He sighed, and only when he saw Wei Yan's feet wrapped up like zongzi did he remember the purpose of his visit.

The emotionless words chilled Rong Yan'er's heart to the very core. He always called upon her to yearn for a new life amid despair, only to plunge her back into the karmic cycle of hell once that new life began.

"There is something you probably don't know yet. Do you remember the primordial spirit I told you about?" Murong Xue said with solemn earnestness.

As the doors slowly parted, a cruel expression quietly crept onto Jin Dong's face. Although the corners of his mouth were clearly not upturned, he wore an expression resembling a heart-rending smile.

The Qing Gang remained silent, while the northern underworld began to stir restlessly, having yearned for this fertile southern territory for far too long. The major leading gangs in southern regions such as Hong Kong, Macau, and Taiwan were also making preparations to welcome this emerging gang, Qidao, which had washed the Qilin Club in blood overnight.

Hee Fusheng saw that most of the young disciples were already completely exhausted, fearing they might suffer heavy casualties amidst the beast tide.