Volume One, Chapter 55: A Slap in the Face Right Then and There!

He stood in the sea of stars, and with a single shot across the void, thrust his spear toward the Tatu people's stellar encampment. The puppet immediately appeared to intercept, yet unexpectedly, the spear was so formidable that even the puppet could not withstand it; it tumbled dozens of times before regaining its composure.

Many celebrities exhaust every means to make the headlines just once, yet Zhou Yi, without intention, achieved the feat of sweeping the charts. On this Teacher’s Day, there was no one in the entire country of Hua who overshadowed Zhou Yi.

As a scenic tourist destination, Cannes’s main pillar industry is its hotels. Prices here are exorbitant, and during the annual film festival, they soar to madness; the average single room costs over 800 euros per night.

Compared to Ivan, Shadow seemed more cheerful. Zhuang Yan could not help but sigh—Ivan’s Shadow had emerged from the past and begun to face it, but Ivan himself still could not.

Wang Dawei was encountering such a situation for the first time; shouldn’t the system god’s intervention resolve things in seconds?

After Frederic left, Zhang Yang took a fierce draw on his cigar, finally soothing his mood, then began setting his transfer targets.

In truth, Wang Dawei’s task was not easy. Fortunately, it was not during battle, so his mental energy consumption was similar to manipulating weapons outside combat; otherwise, he would have been exhausted.

Vaguely, the man seemed to see an illusory golden lotus shatter as his fist was about to strike his opponent. That fleeting, dreamlike moment made one doubt if it was mere illusion, and the force wrapped in his fierce punch dissipated by more than half.

Thus, the Yuzhou Prefecture was able to use secret arts to animate her flesh and employ her “voice” to lure other members of the Extinction Hall.

“What?” Zhou Cheng raised his head in surprise to follow the direction indicated, and what he saw nearly scared him half to death.

A crisp metallic clang rang out—Qin Tian’s Blood-drinking Dagger struck the willow-leaf sword that Kenro Hattori held across his front. The immense impact forced Hattori to retreat step after step.

Although Pang Gaoyi felt somewhat uncomfortable, thinking the two had stolen his chance to flatter, he could do nothing; after all, they were of the same rank as himself. Just as he was about to step forward and say a few good words, the other scions surged forward, introducing themselves to Chen Shihao.

With a glance inward, he was instantly ecstatic. Seeing Ye Yang’s mischievous smile, he immediately understood—the boss was playing a trick on him.

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Ancestor Moonlight’s face was cold as ice, an aura of terror radiating from within, poised to strike.

Ye Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief; in this position, he was safe for the moment, no need to worry about the attacks of the pincers.

Someone else laughed and said, “Brother Yang is so young. At our age, we were still diligently cultivating within our family, hoping to gain our elders’ attention, but Brother Yang is already venturing out alone. We truly admire him.”

Yet Ye Yang’s passion for life and his faith in himself never wavered. It seemed he was born to be someone who could never be defeated.

Dadamu was hosting Song Li, Li Yun, Miller, and others, all drinking and chatting amidst music and dance, with not a hint of being besieged by an army.

In an instant, Hong Taichang’s left hand radiated a blinding white light—this was the solar fist imbued with fiery yang energy. In contrast, his right hand was shrouded in pitch-black energy—this was the extreme yin, utterly cold.

Jiang Xiao was a bit surprised; he glanced at the others in the wine house—a fat man, a short, skinny fellow, and an old man with a white beard. This appeared normal in the mortal realm, but in Hongmeng, their appearances seemed somewhat peculiar.

They wished for a fair fight, but from the start, Chu Hao used a strange secret spell to halve his strength.

“Senior Brother! What’s happening?” Zhen Yin panicked, grabbing Zhen Si’s hand in alarm.

Zheng Chenheng sighed softly, sat beside Zheng Xichen, took his hand and gently placed it on his own knee. The old man, seeing this, was nearly ablaze with fury, gripping his hand tightly to stop himself from slapping him outright.

Before long, the workers fetched a basket of charcoal. Ning Xiu directed them to grind the charcoal into powder, mix it with raw materials, add the right amount of water, and pour it all into the kiln.

But Ning Xiu was different. He was the magistrate of Xiang County and occupied Wuzhu Mountain Island. If he truly focused on developing maritime trade, his rise would be swift and inevitable.

Yet today, Eduardo Benjamin had not undertaken this grand work, but was instead invited to tour Xiang County’s first glass factory.

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“Daddy? Who says so? Zheng Chenheng, if I say you’re my daddy, then you are. If I say you’re not, then you have nothing to do with me!” Zheng Xichen sneered, his eyes filled with disdain, yet the warmth and bitterness within made it feel as if tears were about to flow.

Upon arrival, Su Muzhe instinctively climbed onto Zhao Guangshi’s shoulder. Zhao Guangshi parked the car, grabbed the bag prepared by Aunt Jiao containing all sorts of supplies, and got out.

He hadn’t finished venting his anger when word came: someone had impersonated him, committing violence at the gates of God Gathering Tower, and even painted disgusting symbols.

“Isn’t that Old Zhang from the Provincial Military District?” As Zhang Yang spoke, he shrugged and made faces, full of provocation and unconcerned calm.

Before the words were finished, Xue Duanshan roared, “Enough! I don’t believe it…” Taking two steps back, as if struck by an invisible hammer, his body swayed.

Gu Qingcheng took a hairpin from her bag and fiddled with several locks. In less than a minute, the Eight-faced Clever Lock succumbed to her skilled hands, and with a click, the lock opened.

In an instant, blood dyed the Ice Profound Sword. Its blade, once icy blue, transformed nearly instantly to a crimson hue.

However, when a familiar figure caught the corner of her eye, she suddenly paused.

Qiao Yuan flipped his right hand and took out the Twin Heart Flower again, injecting spiritual power into its heart. This time, he could sense only the aura of the Clear Lotus, and no longer that of Rulan or Qianhong.

“Hahaha…” Even the middle-aged man, upon hearing Zhang Yang’s reply, could not help but laugh, so exaggeratedly that he held his belly and rocked back and forth.

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