25. Still Clueless

At the pinnacle of the extreme realm, far surpassing ordinary god-kind, the Black God-kind possess a lifespan of one hundred thousand years. Being the first to transform from an ordinary god-kind into a pure-blooded Black God-kind—though the records are largely negative—is a source of immense pride and arrogance for the Saint Venerable Dihuang.

Hearing this, Fan Shiming could only offer a bitter smile; he was no match for Young Master Qi and had no choice but to endure the lecture.

Emperor Beichen had been dazed, neglecting his defenses, and was stomped upon solidly once more. This time, the true form of Emperor Beichen finally snapped to his senses; regardless of what his opponent was, he decided he had to fight first and ask questions later.

The pressure exerted by just over a thousand malevolent ghosts was, at this moment, even more terrifying than that of the tens of thousands that had previously breached the military zone.

"I can understand that much," I muttered. It seemed the possessing evil spirit wasn't fully refined, as it hadn't understood a word I said.

"Exciting enough for you?" Bai Xue asked, looking at Wang Dao with a triumphant smile as she watched the researchers being escorted out.

Big Brother nodded. He walked over to a thick tree and raised his fist. I felt as if he had only tapped it lightly, yet ten seconds later, the tree’s trunk began to crack slowly, splitting into countless fine fissures.

"I’m not stupid. If I tell others, what leverage do I have left to negotiate with the Li family?" She handed me a cup of tea.

As far as I know, this group refines blood corpses to assemble an army capable of dominating the three realms. Although blood corpses are technically dead, their combat power remains astonishing, beyond what any ordinary person can resist. Moreover, their intelligence is entirely controlled by this group, leaving no room for betrayal.

Shi Yongjun tried every method to kill Chen Huasheng, but in the end, he used the fist strength of a Golden Core expert to overwhelm Chen Huasheng’s life force until he died.

A moment later, after all his wounds had healed, a hint of purple energy flashed across Fang Yuan’s face. His complexion, previously deathly pale from blood loss, regained its rosy hue.

A young man who had once been full of hope and sunshine was driven to such a state that everyone sighed in pity for him.

"Fine, I can go with you, but I’m afraid President Ye won't see you," Uriel said with a cold sneer.

Seeing Fan Yuchen in this state, and recalling his earlier reckless behavior, the members of the Fang family were stunned and filled with disdain.

Meng Qingxiu shook his head continuously. He hadn't expected Tanna to be such a person, which greatly diminished his favor for her and left him wanting to keep his distance.

Although Jin Sanshi had produced several seasons of "The Voice," this was the first time he had encountered someone like Lin Yi coming to hold him accountable. Of course, Lin Yi did indeed have the standing to do so, given that the show’s ratings still relied on him.

A chill crept into Chu Xinxin’s eyes. Since Gu Xinli was looking for death, there was no need for her to save face for him.

Xia Wen’s attention had been fixed on Ye Tian, and when Belter suddenly asked her a question, she was momentarily flustered.

This behavior was enough to drive a person mad, but Ding Jie’s patience was far greater than Li Luochi’s. In other words, she was emotionally stable and wouldn't lose her mind.

The leader of the Brothel Gang laughed again, while Elder Wang was so furious he was blowing his beard and staring, wishing he could strangle Meng Qingxiu on the spot.

Feeling an intense sense of danger in that split second, the Demon King grew more violent, his pair of claws lashing out with increasing madness. Caught off guard, the ice wall defense constructed by Ji Xueyan was pierced in the blink of an eye, leaving a bone-deep wound on her right shoulder.

Because in their understanding, Chinese cultivators were all just people playing with flying swords—not to say they weren't powerful, but they were nothing special.

Watching the spatial rift slowly close and looking at the precious sword in his hand, the excitement in Qinglong’s eyes was beyond words.

Chen Qingdi opened his mouth to explain, but when the words reached his lips, he didn't know where to begin. Finally, he simply stood close to Li Weiyang, shielding her with half his body.

"Wait a moment, can you be sure he is the one you met a long time ago?" For some reason, Chen Yu felt the President's question had an ulterior motive.

Qin Lang turned his head away in embarrassment, cursing himself internally for his lack of self-control.

Sighing in his heart, Long Nyue struck the Six-Winged Golden Crow two more times. This time he held nothing back, each blow aimed directly at vital points.

The second time was at the gala, when someone had drugged his drink, and it was Lin Feng who had saved him again.

"I'll help you." After venting her anger on the floor, Chu Hui turned and walked toward him.

You Shilong’s business was built on nothing; all his initial capital came from bank loans and private lending. Most of his funds were tied up in real estate development, and even the money from the guarantee company was eighty percent funneled into the construction-related industry chain. His tangible industries and fixed assets were pitifully few.

The arrival of Ye Tian and his group inevitably caused a sensation inside and outside the hotel. Everyone looked at them, whispering excitedly.

The water turned cold without warning. Su Yuyang listened carefully but couldn't hear the hum of the water heater. His first reaction was that the gas had been cut off.

Ci'an turned away from the platform with Tanchun and Xichun, heading toward the large tent. When she arrived, she saw that someone had already set up a large iron pot used by the Qing army outside the tent, and two cooks were boiling water, preparing to wash rice and cook.

Ling Yang was fed half a cup of warm water by Ying'er using a "special" method. Feeling extremely embarrassed, he continued to close his eyes and pretend to be asleep.

"I don't intend to keep this treasure for myself. When I return to New York, once I uncover the origin of this golden crown and confirm its value, I will put it up for auction."

"What's wrong, Baby? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Murong Jin frowned, looking at the bedroom door with concern. Baby shook her head, not knowing what was wrong herself. "Because Daddy definitely never took him to the amusement park," Beibei suddenly remarked nonchalantly.