Chapter 37: Like You?

“From this moment on, disregard all concerns about funding—launch a full-on assault against the Long Family Alliance!”

“Spare no expense; crush every pillar enterprise supporting the Long Family Alliance! As for those arrogant clans and wealthy families who dare to get in our way, steamroll over them—show no mercy, leave them no chance!”

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The ticket seller thought: Their brains have been taken over by their phones, and their risk factor has increased considerably. It’s likely a habit cultivated over many years, one that won’t be changed in a day.

Everyone watched in stunned disbelief, their eyes wide with shock at the scene before them. The ferocious, terrifying Soul-Battle Dragon had been slain right before their eyes—killed by pure, unrelenting force. Each punch landed with a brutal, bone-crunching finality.

Not far from me, at the southern edge of the Gale Array, a mound of earth suddenly stirred, and a gray head popped out.

In fact, Xiao Mo was reminded of the training methods of modern armies—drills and formations may seem dull and tedious, but they allow soldiers to quickly build camaraderie and tacit understanding. More importantly, they instill discipline, enabling the ranks to follow orders to the letter in a short time.

Ma Li took the item, glanced at it, and chuckled, “Since you all came prepared, I won’t disturb you any further. Still, I must thank you for the wine, friend. May you reach the inner circle smoothly and obtain even more cultivation resources.” Straightforward as always, they clasped their fists to Xiao Yong and his party, then turned to leave without a trace of hesitation.

Meanwhile, Shen Lian and his group withdrew swiftly from the auction house. He had suspected from the start that Oda Ayumi would play some trick, but he hadn’t expected her to bring along Paron. That madman lost all reason whenever he saw Shen Lian, thinking only of fighting him to the bitter end.

The Vermilion Bird Staff collided with a towering mountain, sending out a deafening roar. Stones tumbled, and the thunderous impact left cultivators near the battlefield clutching their bleeding ears. The heatwave that followed swept them off their feet, drawing cries of pain—some were rendered completely incapable of fighting.

Though Ren Xinlu understood the ways of her seductive best friend, she could not, under any circumstances, accept Cui Bin.

There was no three-point line in the shooting test; all the attempts were made from five spots around the paint. Yet neither of the two made a single shot! The only redeeming quality was that their shooting form was at least correct—not so awkward as to make her avert her gaze.

Leaving the family meant incalculable loss; it was akin to throwing away everything they had in this life, starting anew from nothing.

Hearing an old, unused alias called out, Cheng paused for several seconds, confused, lost in thought.

Mu Shisan and the other four retainers stood up as well, faces pale as paper, each urging Shang Yu to take Lu Wan and leave at once. Lu Wan, however, could only lean against Shang Yu, speechless, having been utterly petrified with terror.

And to think it was Yue Xiang, the one who had always made it clear he was merely putting on a show of unity. He truly couldn’t fathom Yue Xiang’s intentions—was it a moment of madness, spouting such nonsense? Anyone with a shred of self-awareness would never make such a humiliating demand.

“Exactly!” Hong Lizun exclaimed, slamming his palm against the table in excitement. The entire room seemed to tremble at the force of his blow—a testament to his astonishing strength.

Though his conduct was despicable, she knew if she let him go just like that, she’d regret it for the rest of her life.

“I want to sleep in my own room.” Sitting up, she tried to climb over his body and off the bed, still shaken by what had just happened.

“Courting death!” Lü Bu cast a dismissive glance at Ma Chao, hissing the words between clenched teeth. Gripping his Sky Halberd tightly, he pressed his knees to his horse’s flanks. The halberd’s tip flashed like a bolt of lightning, swinging fiercely at Ma Chao’s neck.