Volume One, Chapter 21: It’s a Golden Howler, Not a Dog

The sudden eruption of murderous intent instantly engulfed the entire blood-red world. One by one, figures rose from the pools of blood, their roars and shouts filled with lethal intent continuously echoing forth.

Ye Yu, commanding the essence of thunder, summoned all thunder cultivators across the realms. He sought to harness the lightning of all worlds to confront this life-and-death calamity.

Hasna, dressed formally and smiling gently, stood in support of him. She had reason to believe that Anyang’s desire to become president was partly driven by novelty.

The two exchanged a glance, their expressions peculiarly strange. If it was jealousy over Tang Jinyan, then for whom?

Builders from the United States, France, Germany, China, and Australia all vied eagerly to share this lucrative pie—hundreds of billions of dollars in investments, irresistible to all.

Conversely, the flourishing An faction’s armed forces were also taking this opportunity to grow stronger. Iraq’s neighbors, after long preparation, were already ready.

Jin Guangzhu was sweating profusely from the scolding and had to shift his focus to planning Han Enjing’s solo performance, no longer daring to think about any forbidden schemes.

This was not his concern. Continuing to pursue technology, striving to upgrade himself, and gaining official status to enjoy more privileges—that was his ultimate goal.

His hand grasped a protruding stone block, which seemed rotatable. Applying a bit of force, he turned it, and as the stone block rotated, he looked toward the stone door, which indeed halted the flow of liquid.

If a cultivator relinquishes their soul blood, it is tantamount to placing their life in another’s hands. Worse still, losing soul blood is more pitiable than losing one’s spirit soul; a lifetime bound as a servant to the holder of that soul blood unless it is returned—death itself will not break the bond.

Thus, Ye Feng wandered, stopping and going, for three thousand years until he finally flew beyond the oppressive pressure of Mount Bu Zhou’s Pangu.

It turned out all his previous efforts were like a monkey’s performance, a cruel trick. This stoked an inexplicable fury in Pei Junlin’s heart. Seeing the great hand of the Putuo True Lord reach out again, Pei Junlin let out a thunderous roar, his body suddenly erupting with intense divine radiance.

Thinking of the agonized screams beneath the dry well, no one knew what had provoked that strange creature below. It was fortunate no one had discovered them. Given the respect Suifeng had shown to the abbot this day, if it were found out they had secretly wandered into the backyard and angered the giant python, they would surely have to kill her.

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Qin Rou was both embarrassed and anxious, her delicate face buried low, too shy to meet anyone’s gaze, staring only at her own toes.

Well, she hadn’t expected him to respond to this question, but it didn’t stop Suoyin from continuing to inquire about his feelings. In fact, she thought it was good that he answered.

“Who is your boss?” Xu Zuoyan frowned, watching the man warily. Tears still clung to his eyes, and his stubborn yet pitiful look caused the man before him to instinctively avert his gaze.

Scrolling through his phone, he saw that the afternoon’s mall performance had been recorded and uploaded online.

The steward hurried to notify Tao Zhi and Wen Yu. Tao Yao had already walked into the backyard. She tried to remain calm and composed, not letting herself appear utterly weak.

Just as the Profound Turtle was about to reveal some ancient secrets of the primordial era to the clan, suddenly a warning flashed in its mind. Sensing the visitor’s aura carefully, the Profound Turtle frowned deeply.

Whether it was him or Master Kalu, most of their techniques originated from West Thorn. Under such circumstances, attempting any tricks before them was pure folly.

If it had been before, Zhu Jinzhi would certainly have gone to Gaomi. But now, not only did she refuse to go, she also kept it secret.

Back then, Xiao Mingxiu neither wished to immediately conflict with the Empress Dowager nor create another faction of relatives disturbing the court. So, he agreed with the Empress Dowager’s wish to guard the late emperor’s reign for twenty-seven months. After much persuasion from officials, the matter was subdued.

Jiang Cheng’s office was spacious and transparent, covering over a thousand square meters, fully equipped with a restroom, shower room, wardrobe, and even a private bedroom. Naturally, the decor was exquisite.

Shi Jie spat out words again, but this time his expression was dark and fierce, each word escaping grimly through clenched teeth.

Cold air spread wildly. In an instant, the sea around the ice blade froze within dozens of miles. Even the giant whose half-body remained submerged was no exception.

Except for Fan Yan’s table, all other chairs were removed, leaving the spacious hall as a place for elites to mingle.

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Moreover, the chill crept upward on the giant’s body, spreading from the waist to the chest, shoulders, arms, and entire head.

This noble consort had been seen only three times, each time dressed differently—varied colors, fabrics, and styles—but every outfit looked stunning on her.

At this moment, rain poured down heavily. Under the command of the Yunnan legion commander, cannon fire roared relentlessly.

“This palace, only my sister is kind-hearted; I have always remembered it,” she said, tears threatening to fall.

“Let me handle it!” Jiang Fan said. Grasping the door handle, he silently recited the Maoshan lock-opening incantation and pushed hard. The door swung open. Huang Fu charged in with his military saber, followed by several police officers.

Of course, none of this concerned Zhang Shujie. Seeing his friend appear for Bayern made him happy. As for where Bale went, he did not care. Yet if Bale could join Bayern, that would be wonderful, though such a thing was impossible.

Qin Wanru followed closely behind Zhang Yiming, her gaze blocked by his broad back. For the first time, she realized how tall and reassuring his silhouette was. Being behind him gave her a feeling of safety.

Summer Liu’s divine consciousness surged. The Underworld Palace, existing within his sea of consciousness, suddenly appeared in the sky.

“Ahem, well, Fan Zi, since you’re first, please announce your details. I also bet a million credits…” Falling Leaf said, her face flushing with embarrassment.

Ye Suiyun couldn’t help but ask, “May I ask if you and your master are high monks of Shaolin Temple?” Though Shaolin was a Buddhist sect, it held a revered status in the martial world. Ye Suiyun had long admired it, hence the question.

In the distance on the mountain road, several beams of light flashed, followed by a thunderous roar as two T-72 tanks appeared, shaking the ground beneath them.

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