Chapter 32

Allen watched his subordinates’ shooting with a hint of satisfaction. While this rapid-fire mode looked impressive and formidable, many of the bullets fired were, in reality, blanks.

For this television series, Zhang Fan demanded perfection, investing heavily in both the actors' performances and every other aspect of the production.

The Double Eleven shopping festival brought joy to some and sorrow to others. While many reveled in the festivities, just as many were left in tears.

Facing these two behemoths, the Longteng Group appeared to have stolen the spotlight, yet a significant gap remained compared to the Baili Group and Xunfei Group. The pressure on the Longteng Group was immense, especially with the two conglomerates closing in step by step.

Wang Luo positioned Zhou Yingxiong’s troops on the right flank, anticipating that the lower terrain there would be vulnerable to enemy assault. However, the Han army bypassed that spot and struck the center of the formation instead. As a result, the flank was unable to pose any real threat to the Han forces.

The weakness of these barbarians lay in their economy. They were impoverished; once forced into a war of attrition, they would inevitably feel the sting of their losses and begin to retreat.

"My King, the human warrior I fought earlier was exceptionally strong. Given his prowess, it is possible he is the one who abducted your child," the Shadow Crystal Bull said, bowing its head.

That guy spent his time sponging off others, spouting nonsense, and causing trouble while putting himself in the limelight—and now, he still wanted a drink...

Yin Yun and Wang Baisen helped each other out of the interrogation room, leaving Chen Haoran and An Zaiyou alone to stare at each other in the cramped space.

"Wow!" The audience, mostly young people, had their emotions ignited. Many stood up, waving placards with Deng Mingli’s name, their excitement reaching a fever pitch.

Before the sound had even faded, a middle-aged man descended from the air onto the arena. His violent aura surged like a tide, creating a pressure that forced the talented youths below the stage to recoil.

Moreover, he possessed superior aptitude, exceptional talent, and sharp insight. Having reached the Foundation Establishment stage at the age of thirty-seven, he was surpassed among the 'Zhen' generation disciples only by Xiao Qingfeng and Zhen Ling; even the senior brother, Zhen Yan, could not compare to him.

"There are many medicine zombies here. We shouldn't delay any longer. You lead the way, and let’s head back," Di Xin said, stepping forward to exit the room.

"Understood!" Zheng Dian replied. His next task was to withdraw the 50,000 Li-Fire Sprites from the battlefield five seconds before the tide reached the enemy ships. Since the battle had not yet begun, the player was free to deploy troops as desired.

Actually, in the matter regarding the Demon-Suppressing Temple, Earth Immortals like Xiao Qingfeng were merely going through the motions, and as for those with Primordial Spirits like Zitan, they could be ignored entirely. Yet, if they served no purpose, why were they brought along?

While observing, the youth suddenly noticed several faint, flickering green lights moving about in the surrounding woods. Terrified, his voice trembling, he asked aloud.

If the previous contention over the Copper Mirror Fortress was merely a tentative skirmish between the Holy Falcon Alliance and the Saranka Empire, then the current war in the central border, especially after the full-scale declaration of national war, undoubtedly held the fate of both empires in the balance.

The Xingdao Mountain Hermit, who was to preside over the apprentice selection trials, had not yet arrived, yet the gathered crowds were already filled with enthusiasm for the grand ceremony.

Song Que flicked his palm, striking the back of the demon cat's paw. Deprived of leverage in mid-air, the creature had no choice but to leap to the ground.

"Brother Liang, you’re finally here! You scared me to death! I thought you’d been caught and were going to be deported! How did you convince the police to let you go?" Xibiao, who had been waiting anxiously like an ant on a hot pan outside their prearranged convenience store, greeted Cheng Weiliang with immense relief.

Additionally, he found something suspicious: the size of the clothes seemed tailored specifically for him. He eventually concluded they were likely made for Al’s body type and just happened to fit him perfectly.

Looking around, the surroundings were dim, with the reflective eyes of the scouts faintly visible. A spotlight shone on Lota and No. 0. The clothing and hair of No. 0 were shimmering.

In truth, this battle was far from as easy as he described; it had been an arduous struggle. Even though the Hyper-Acceleration had turned the tide, the physical toll on his body was immense. After defeating all the clones in the other world, he had to take the elevator back immediately, fainting inside the lift.

The medium through which the contact occurred was naturally him. An unknown form of connection existed between the client and himself.

Bai Zhe made an adjustment, shifting the holographic projection from color to light blue; his features became blurred, leaving only the silhouette visible.

It was not until he passed the imperial examinations and was appointed to an official post that he brought some of his family members out.

The Battle of Emerald Valley held high odds of victory for the Luo family and was not urgent, so there was no need to disturb Su Ye.

It was impeccable—no negative news, yet no hyperbolic praise. It was befitting the strength of a high-end company.

Zhang Jingyun was all too familiar with this; it was just the mafia collecting protection fees. It was a pity that in the Qing Dynasty, there was no such thing as a crackdown on organized crime.

It seemed she had drunk from this cup; did that count as an indirect kiss? That didn't seem right, as it was her own body, after all.

She was now lost in painful thought: could she handle any more of these inexplicable blows to her life’s journey?

"You’re courting death! You actually dared to swallow the Earth-Origin True Blood I’ve been storing for tens of thousands of years—that was meant for my dragon transformation! Give it back!" At this point, he could no longer spare a thought for Qi Xuanyi; he leaped and dove into the sea of blood, colliding directly with the phantom images of the three divine beasts formed from the essence blood.

Initially, he just didn't want the couple, Xiao Yi and his wife, to see him made a fool of. Who would have thought that after some fast-talking, he would end up with this VIP card? This came as a surprise. Though he didn't know the true value of the card, he figured it couldn't be anything less than extraordinary.

From a certain perspective, Lin Anqi actually believed Xu Xiaoman’s nonsense more—this was an indisputable fact.

The man in white robes was one of the guardians of the ancient god race, known as the White Elephant Heavenly God, one of the Twelve Heavenly Gods.

Thick steam rose from the coffee cup, and its fragrant, bitter aroma quickly permeated the entire president’s office.

"Li Yan, what is it?" Seeing Li Yan’s increasingly grave expression, Dinesha followed his gaze with curiosity.

"Although his strength is decent, his reputation is all he has in the Southern Territory. My master, however, relies on pure power—one man acting as an entire sect. What do you think?" the Master of the Sin Sect said, looking high-spirited and arrogant.