Chapter Thirty: The Human Ghoul

The cut tempered glass was pushed into the room, and the masked men in black, aided by their comrades’ covering fire, slipped inside.

It was Ronaldinho’s brilliant performance on the left flank that frequently created threats. In the fifty-second minute, he cut inside from the left with the ball, forcing Birmingham midfielder David Dunn to commit a foul that earned him his second yellow card and an ejection.

"But your thought process remains the same as a human's, so there is no difference," Tang Jiu said earnestly.

The entire meeting was brief. Tamim had flown to Beijing from Doha, Qatar, on a private jet specifically to meet Gao Han. After having lunch together, he flew back to Doha in the evening, leaving him very little time in Beijing.

Xiao Yan did not speak. Instead, he waved his hand, and with a flash of light, he severed the five fruits in front of him, which then hovered before him.

At that moment, his heart felt as though it had shattered in unison with Yue Pingheng’s action of crushing the giant monster’s heart.

The area was in total chaos. The phenomenon caused by the Five Elements Mountain shook most of the Five Elements Province, leaving every powerhouse terrified.

With Tang Yu’s influence at its current level, as long as the core personnel were protected, no group of Gold-rank individuals could shake his foundation unless they came to carry out a massacre—and after all, these were the powers of capital and technology. Furthermore, if they truly intended a massacre, they would have to consider the backlash from the native forces of this world.

Afterward, the Bundesliga giants continued with their passing and control style, striving to maintain possession and rhythm.

Just as Ma Hongjun was completely baffled, Xuan Mo had already turned his gaze toward the soul beast before him.

The strength of an extraordinary person does not lie in how high their cultivation realm is, but in their ability to tailor a system of offense and defense for themselves, allowing their power to be perfectly displayed and achieving the effect of mastering a single skill that can dominate all others.

After learning the thirteen movements of the Tiger Form, Xu Zhongguo had Wang Yu perform them independently. Wang Yu had memorized every movement he had just learned. As he practiced, he imagined himself as a fierce tiger, completely immersed in his own mental world. After fluidly completing the set, a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The first strand of pure consciousness entered the mind of the nearest guard, taking over his divine sense and compelling him to act according to Chen Xin’s will.

Since there was a breeze in the cave, it meant the air inside was circulating, which was why he felt safe enough to walk in boldly.

It was a pity that Barrett had left the ship too early to have had the chance to get to know him; otherwise, given their personalities, it would have been another great battle.

Residual water droplets on his skin gathered and slid down the smooth flesh, occasionally dripping onto the burning firewood, emitting a sizzling sound and rising in wisps of misty steam.

Seeing Chen Xin acting with calculated deliberation and a keen mind, the six seasoned veterans had no choice but to extinguish their own thoughts and settle for hearing out his conditions.

However, the price was truly high. As far as Li Buzhou and the others were aware, no domestic film had ever invested so much money into special effects.

In comparison, her brother was quite incompetent. As a brother, his ability to withstand hardship was far too weak; he actually drank heavily every day and relied on his sister’s labor to survive. He was truly a scoundrel.

His gains tonight were significant; not only did he obtain two precious artifacts, but he also acquired a mysterious bronze tripod. Yet, the greatest gain of all was the death of Han Xiong.

By now, the commotion here had grown many times over, to a point where the defensive formation he and Lin Yun had set up could no longer effectively hold it back.

Xi Feng looked back at Nangong Ran, seeing her left hand supporting the pack on her shoulder while her right hand held a torch. Under the firelight, her eyes were like autumn water and her face like peach blossoms, a peerless beauty. A closer look revealed that she was truly breathtakingly beautiful.

Ye Liushang agreed. With his physical body having reached the transcendent stage, he was now more confident, and his options for handling problems would be broader. Force, after all, had never been the wisest first choice.

These repetitive, eerie illusions appeared without warning; sometimes they occurred more than a dozen times a day in unpredictable locations. In short, the colder and darker the place, the easier it was to see such strange things.

Luo Hao shook his head again. Leave? That was impossible for now, unless he could resolve the threat to his mother’s safety.

But A-Zhen’s sudden outburst of violence, strangling all the dozens of villagers who had entered the secret realm, did not seem entirely without cause. After this vengeful spirit drowned herself in a well, she had been haunting Xunxian Town for nearly a hundred years, which was, in a mysterious way, her revenge against that village.

Yang Qi panicked and hurriedly brandished his weapon, gritting his teeth to parry, but the sound of metal clashing was deafening. The Wuzhui horse beneath Yang Qi neighed in distress, clearly unable to withstand the power of Long Teng’s strike.

At the critical moment, he could only pull a defensive shield from his storage ring, barely managing to block it before the fist of the Susanoo.

Although Luo Hao was a wealthy man, it was only after coming to Europe that he realized what it meant to enjoy life and what it truly meant to be rich.

"In the pugilistic world, one is often not the master of one's own fate. You must be cautious in your words and deeds. Remember, we are working for the well-being of the people," an old man in plain clothes said to the young man. He then formed a complex hand seal, having the youth learn it alongside him. The boy practiced diligently and carefully.

Ever since that day, Sang Yue and Jialan had placed even more trust in Yan Jiuyuan, allowing him free access to every corner of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace.

If he were to buy them outside, purchasing too much at once would surely arouse suspicion, but buying too little would certainly not be enough for so many people.

Otherwise, he would only be walking on the periphery, managing external affairs, and would never be able to reach the inner sanctum of the true Ancient Clan.

"I don't know who it was that was just smashed until they spat three pints of blood and were left bruised and bleeding. And yet, you still have the nerve to call yourself a pugilistic master! Your skin is truly thick; it’s at the level of a master-class thick skin," Jiang Jingbai teased, though a hint of sweetness was spreading in her heart.