Chapter 108: The Silent Moment of Five Million Souls

"Is that it? The Ten Thousand Beasts Sect hardly lives up to its reputation!"
"I’d say it’s more that Brother Ankylosaurus is just too strong."
"Isn't it normal for Ankylosaurus to take out his opponent in a single blow?"

Local netizens in Shanghai were quick to offer their "warm" greetings to the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect.

International netizens, however, remained quite calm. To them, this was just another predictable crushing victory for Ankylosaurus in the world of martial arts exchanges. It was much like his previous tour in South America, where his opponents were almost always dispatched in a single strike.

Although Hong Kong cinema has seen better days, its action choreography still holds a prestigious place on the world stage.

Upon hearing this, Liu Dapao understood the intentions of the Sudanese authorities. He reconsidered: if they wanted to lease it, let them lease it. It seemed he had no way to get a foothold here anyway; he might as well just carve out a territory to make some money.

As for the few rumor-mongers, by the time they were tracked down, they were already dead—and their deaths were so straightforward that there was nothing left to investigate.

Zhao Zilong frowned, silent. Unlike the others, he wasn't confused about what had just happened on the main stage.

Someone stepped in to smooth things over for Zhao Zihu, which gave Deacon Miao a graceful exit, and her expression softened slightly.

The thugs dared not speak another word. They quickly helped the injured, hauled away the dead, and even cleaned up the severed limbs before leaving.

"Yes, yes, I understand what you mean." Liu Xuande couldn't help but sigh. There was no difference; if one could slaughter the barbarians at will, one could just as easily slaughter the Han people. In essence, there was no distinction between them.

Zhou Daniu was a peak First-Tripod Martial Warrior who could carry two hundred pounds, and currently, Zhao Zihu was on par with him.

The Golden Light Demon rushed forward, a surge of golden light erupting from him—a supreme metal-element technique, so exquisite and masterful that it forced the two attacks apart.

"Damn crow, spit it out! My dragon essence!" the demon roared, his eyes bloodshot and his voice hoarse, yet no matter how he struggled, he could not break free from the Blood-Transforming Demon Blade.

A glimmer of green light rose from the horizon. Shen Jun’s eyes snapped open; clutching his blade, he lunged forward. The blade aura tore through the air, flashing like lightning as he moved in harmony with his weapon, appearing in the air like several twisting snakes.

"Don't think you're getting away that easily!" The mutated doctor leaped in front of Ling Yue, blocking their path.

Yun You smiled, stroking his snow-white beard as he scanned the remnants of the Nine Domains Classic before him. "It is authentic." He picked it up with a spectral hand; the fragments of the classic shimmered, emitting a faint golden light. With his other hand, he formed a seal, and a wisp of soul energy drifted into the pages.

Deep down, a sense of helplessness had taken root, and this feeling had terrifyingly expanded. Even though he was unwilling to believe it—and couldn't bring himself to believe it—the myth of this army's invincibility had, in fact, been subtly deepening within his heart.

As he spoke, he pulled a flask from his chest, opened the cap, and poured the wine onto his palm.

"You saw Yue Hong? She’s sponsoring us—surely she hasn't developed early-onset menopause, has she?" After a long silence, Zuo Muyang finally spoke again.

Ye Zhen did not agree with her. Since their paths were different and they had nothing more to say to one another, she simply bypassed Madam Cheng. Taking Miao Lan and Fei Hong with her, she prepared to head out of the estate to observe the situation in Liang City. Qilin followed closely behind the three, awkwardly rubbing his nose, feeling quite embarrassed.

Because the Ghost Bird suddenly changed direction, Xia Biyao was startled and nearly fell. She quickly clutched You Ruo’s waist, leaning against her back. A delicate fragrance drifted from You Ruo’s hair—a scent she had never smelled before.

After Liang Yan finished speaking, she realized her words were contradictory. Just then, Basang coughed twice and slowly opened his eyes.

Liu Wei could see that Li Zixiao was still shaken. Since his older brother was too embarrassed to ask, he decided to do it for him.