Chapter 145: The Vortex Beneath the Calm Surface

Therefore, those with influence were quite sensible; aside from picking up bargains while the Su father and son were forced to sell off their assets at rock-bottom prices, not a single person was willing to offer them a helping hand.

Ultimately, Su Boyong and his son had no choice but to sell their small pharmaceutical factory, their villa, and all their other possessions at a steep discount. Only after selling off all these assets were they barely able to cover...

After all, the battle situation was far from optimistic. The longer it dragged on, the heavier their casualties became, and the greater the enemy's numerical advantage grew.

Du Feng did not say much else; once the tribute was paid, he hurried back. As long as he made it inside Silver City, he would be safe. Even the most formidable expert could not break directly into Silver City, and he believed the Sloppy Daoist was no exception.

The Heavenly Emperor was the foremost of the nine emperors of the human race, and many statues of him existed throughout the God Realm. Consequently, many instantly recognized that the figure behind Zhao Ritian was the true manifestation of the Heavenly Emperor.

Simply put, Dijiang could shift a specific area of space from its current location to another.

As she began to cry, the others finally regained their senses. Both Kong Yutong and Mi Li knew Jiang Ke was formidable, but they had not expected him to be powerful to such an extent—especially Kong Yutong, who knew exactly how powerful Gu Yongzhi was.

Thousands of fans were in an uproar, frantically questioning the news across all major social media platforms. Song Qingcheng, however, played coy and intentionally withheld who the replacement was.

"There!" Yan Jun spotted the entrance to the village; he crouched down and suddenly exerted force, leaping forward with a powerful bound.

He had only himself to blame for his misfortune. It would have been fine to stir up trouble from the shadows, but to jump out into the open like this—wasn't that just suicide?

This was clearly not the appearance of a living person. Seeing him, everyone present simultaneously thought of the same word: zombie.

Yan Jun suddenly turned, tilted his body, and raised his leg. His sharp, torch-like gaze had clearly seen the three flying fingernails, and his swift movements allowed him to dodge every danger perfectly.

The wooden cabin in the woods behind Shrek Academy had originally been Liu Erlong's private retreat. However, after the arrival of the Shrek group, it had become their gathering spot and training ground. Once everyone had returned to the academy, the others went off to rest.

The taste of the fish was exactly as Xia Qingyue had described—superb. It was visually appealing, aromatic, and flavorful, and the meat was incredibly tender, which was enough to prove the high level of Ji Xian's culinary skills.

Su Ye did not even glance at Yang Zhuohao; his actions were natural and matter-of-fact. As for how Yang Zhuohao would deal with those three behind him, that was not for Su Ye to consider. Su Ye was heading straight for the summit.

Nan Yue could not get through. Bai Xue looked at the pitch-black scene, where it seemed that the Demon Beast clan was constantly attacking, filled with blood and gore, as humans died one after another.

Of course, some say this is a Taoist term: "the producers do not produce." It refers to the idea that when a person produces offspring—the moment of union—they are destined to walk the path of a mortal. By giving birth to descendants, they forfeit their own immortality, which is, in essence, death.

The moment the words "Saint Saliva" were uttered, both Epps and Jima were stunned. They exchanged glances, their eyes filled with surprise.

As the bone-refining power entered his body, the potent medicinal energy enveloped Shengyin, causing him intense pain. Shengyin swallowed the two blood talismans, which settled into his dantian. The five blood talismans gathered in his dantian, beginning to provide spiritual power to Shengyin in unison.

He lowered his head, murmuring in a tone of profound sorrow, "Spirit, Spirit Master, it was you who gave me consciousness; it was you who allowed me to see the myriad worlds. Do you know how many days I have spent without you by my side, and how I endured them?"

Jiang Yinyu wanted to call out to Lin Caizhi several times, but he still did not know her name.

"You—you dare to threaten me!" the presiding judge roared, his hand trembling as he held the gavel.