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Grinning strangely, Black Zetsu lunged at Tsunade. He exposed his entire back to Six Paths Tobirama without the slightest concern that Tobirama might attack him.

Once he understood the situation, Zhou Jin felt even more guilty. He was a grown man, after all—how could he let his own wife suffer any grievance? It simply was not right. Because of his guilt, everything that followed taught every man in Liberty City what it meant to be ruled by his wife and utterly devoted to her.

“There is nothing we can do about it. Even with a nationwide release, there are not many theaters to choose from. The number certainly will not exceed seven hundred, and the number of screens will be limited as well.” Liu Anran smiled bitterly.

A trace of color suddenly returned to Hao Jing’s face. As soon as Wu Shaogang finished speaking, he began to talk.

However, Huang Yongle now suspected that Wang Yun might have paid hired internet promoters to build momentum, or even paid to buy the award.

“Haha, President Li is a businessman. He would never do anything that left him at a loss. Still, the six million you spent was absolutely worth it. Just wait and see.” Li Bai was delighted. The beginning was always the hardest; once this price was announced, his own value would probably multiply at once.

“Really?” When he heard about the two sons of the Dog General, the Old Demon Qinfang erupted with an astonishing surge of demonic energy.

Nor could anyone blame Zou Dui for losing his temper. The elderly demon’s divine ability had been far too powerful, forcing him to pour a thread of his precious divine power into the Nine-Dragon Spear before he could break it. Now he waved his hand, sending another thread of divine power into the weapon, and the Nine-Dragon Spear shot away like lightning.

Black Hesiren shuddered violently in midair. The power throughout his body rapidly dispersed, and he plunged downward like a kite whose string had been cut.

Traveling along a mountain road in the dead of night was dangerous. One misstep into empty space could send a person tumbling down the cliff to a shattered death.

The Martial Fighting Ghost—the one with purple eyes—was the only truly battle-capable member among the Five Ghosts. He was Zhong Kui’s foremost fighter; ordinary evil spirits were hardly worth anyone else’s attention.

From the morning, when news broke that he had been dating a young model who already had a boyfriend, until five in the afternoon, Li Xiu’s studio finally issued a statement, declaring that the matter had been fabricated by netizens and urging everyone not to believe it.

“What an excellent axe! Again!” There were not many famous generals under heaven who wielded axes. Seeing that Pang De could match him evenly, Xu Huang’s boundless fighting spirit blazed to life.

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On the way down the mountain, Sima Nannan’s high spirits from their arrival had completely vanished. She looked burdened by thought and remained silent.

That was difficult to say, especially when Jiang Ran saw the old man’s innocent gaze. It made her feel that what they were doing was somewhat selfish.

Beyond the cliff face, clouds and mist filled the thousand-zhang abyss. If someone fell from there, not even nine lives would be enough to keep them alive.

After Xiao Zhuo finished speaking, he extended one hand forward in an inviting gesture. Shen Yi did not stand on ceremony and immediately walked ahead.

The mission was complete. Why stay behind? Was he supposed to remain there and stare at those two hypocritical, affected faces? Could they possibly serve as food?

Qianxiao’s terrified face underwent a slight change—not panic, but a hint of astonishment and disbelief.

Although Kyoto was Lin Ruo’s true home, Chen Fei knew her well enough to understand where she truly wanted to be.

Seeing himself attacked from front and rear, the Mysterious Stranger said nothing. His cold gaze swept toward the two of them as he prepared for battle.

The more than two hundred thousand Korean troops within Pyongyang were utterly unable to resist. When they saw the Ming soldiers charging into the city, they scattered in every direction and collapsed on the spot.

When Li Hao drove his black Bugatti Veyron to Shang'ai Aerospace, the person responsible for receiving him and introducing the private aircraft was Gui Jiancheng, the general manager of the branch office.

The power floating between heaven and earth, powerful enough to destroy the world, completely confirmed Zhao Wuji’s conjecture. He sensed that it was his own power, though it had undergone certain changes—presumably because Lin Yu had purified some of it with the star power of this place.

Then he bent at the waist and swept upward directly toward the waist of Duke Herbert the Third.

Lai Miao was not optimistic either. Her body had already been battered to ruin by her opponent’s spiritual energy. Yet her movements remained swift, and her strength showed no sign of diminishing.

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The purple-haired man indulged in wild speculation for a while before shaking his head and turning away as well. His spirit had been injured in the battle just now, but by forcing his potential under extreme pressure, he had faintly gained a new insight. His immediate priority was to find a secluded place to recuperate and consolidate his gains.

Zhang San and Li Wu were first frightened, then astonished. They watched in detail as the snow fox demon completely recovered, witnessing the entire process from beginning to end. Even Li Wu, who was holding his own coat with both hands—the fragments of the Golden Cauldron hidden inside—gradually loosened his grip without realizing it, and the coat fell to the ground.

Gunfire erupted in a continuous roar. The enormous monsters were covered in wounds. These weapons were not laser guns or particle guns, merely standard-issue ion-beam rifles, but their power was still terrifying—more than enough to punch through steel plates.

With the two elders present, and beneath their smiling, affectionate gazes, Quan Shengnan found it inconvenient to ask anything, no matter how many questions she had.

When Shao Yan’s spiritual sense heard the words of the old Daoist Shangfeng, a smile unconsciously appeared on his face. This was the extraordinary thunder tribulation known as the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder—yet the very first bolt of Nine Heavens Divine Thunder was actually afraid of Shao Yan?

After hearing this, Xianglong paused in surprise before saying, “Thank you, both of you.” With that, he turned and left.

What followed was entirely without suspense. Apart from the jadeite bracelet, which he failed to win, he successfully acquired everything he had selected earlier. He also bought two additional items he had not noticed before, spending a total of one hundred and thirty million.

The most Mao Jiapei could authorize for purchasing rough stones was one million. Anything more required the approval of Qiu Shenghua.

But Zhou and the others did not particularly believe Xia Junfan’s words. After all, none of them had ever seen an ancient person play the spirit-board game. They simply assumed it was a set of especially well-made drawings.

After hearing this, Xianglong shook his head and said, “No, it is nothing. Take me to see that entrance.” As he spoke, he led Zefa Tina away.

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