Chapter 58: The Trace of Yao Lao, The Myriad Beast Cauldron

Xue Jingfeng was filled with doubt. At that very moment, a wave of vital energy surged toward him. His expression shifted slightly, and he flashed out of his original position, closely followed by a deafening roar of thunder and lightning.

"Hehe, you want to know, but I just won't tell you." Liu Hai looked at Lin Hu with a triumphant smile.

Ultimately, within the barbaric city of West Wind, only eight individuals led by Wu Hao remained, preparing to turn the place completely upside down.

After Huafeng departed with Ye Haoran, a heavy thud echoed from behind the ancient bronze gate, as though some terrifying creature on the other side was hammering against it with all its might. As this sound slowly faded, the dark gray mist around the bronze gate began to billow and spread once again.

After all, this was someone else's territory. If they lingered too long, who knew what unexpected changes might occur?

Before long, the five robust men carried the Ruyi Heaven-Opening Sword out once more. When they were still five meters away from Fenghao, he directly released his mental power to telekinetically summon the sword back into his own hand.

From now on, I must keep my distance from the Mori brothers. A person whose ego has already inflated, no matter how talented he may be, will inevitably drag down those around him and cause his friends to be targeted along with him.

Those ordinary guards with meager martial arts skills had long since been dismissed by Shangguan Rufeng to prevent them from losing their lives in vain should a battle break out.

Among them, the elemental Dao fruits included gold, wood, water, fire, earth, sound, wind, thunder, light, dark, space, and time. Elemental Dao fruits were the rarest of all; they allowed the physical body to transform into an elemental incorporeal state, rendering one immune to physical attacks from enemies, while also being exceptionally powerful.

Simultaneously, a hundred zhang above the Blood Desert, a spatial vortex abruptly materialized. Following closely, the figures of Ye Haoran and Shang Mu'er stepped out from within and slowly descended toward the ground.

Yet currently in this place, every single step forward could plunge her into mortal peril. If Yin Yongmin were still around, perhaps he could have served as a scapegoat for her.

Su Mian smiled cheerfully as she greeted the senior colleagues. Everyone was busy extracting the virus, so naturally, no one said much.

On this particular day, just as they finished viewing an apartment and Lin Shuang arrived at her doorstep, she caught sight of Qin Dou standing anxiously right outside the entrance of their building.

Outside remained a vast, blinding expanse of white, as if everything within the field of vision was covered in deep, pristine snow.

If these fellows knew that the trees in the central region of the forest could move around freely as if they had legs, they would undoubtedly be startled out of their wits.

Seeing this, Tang Yi noticed her father's head lowered, his eyes slightly reddened as if wiping away tears. He hadn't even looked like this when she was about to marry Li Zhongchen.

It was still that same round, delicate face—exquisite and adorable, gentle yet poised—framed by a cascade of beautiful blonde hair.

Su Jiulie closed his eyes heavily. Ever since his fiancée's funeral, he had not slept for more than three days.

Ding Jun treated her with the utmost tenderness. After every intimate moment, he would carry her to the bathroom to wash her clean, gently dry her off, and then carry her back to bed.

In front of Qinglin and Qingchan, a massive net was woven by the intersection of starlight crystal cannons, with surging and raging energy blocking their advance.

The dozen or so clan chiefs present casually accepted their cups of tea, took a few sips, and occasionally cast sideways glances toward Huangfu Ruier.

However, he was too lazy to bother rejecting such a gift from Shou Qihang, thus genuinely becoming the boss of Lao Chen, the Poison God, and the others.

He considered himself to have certain research achievements, but they were all ancient history. If he tried to spout any novel insights now, he would expose his ignorance the moment he opened his mouth—especially when competing on the same stage with numerous heavyweights from the legal circle, where attempting to bluff one's way through was practically impossible.

Mango TV, underworld figures, and retaliatory strikes—combining these terms together constituted the plot of a brilliant television drama. Mango TV was a behemoth, yet they actually resorted to such despicable tactics? If the situation proved true, Yang Jinzuchu would not hesitate to expose the ugly face of Mango TV.

Witnessing this scene, some people began to hesitate, for they had no inkling of what lay hidden behind the door. After all, those who successfully made it here all possessed the requisite strength, mindset, and luck, with not a single element dispensable. It was only natural that some would act with greater caution.

This was simply a deceptive smoke screen cast to mislead others; otherwise, why would one need weapons to deal with helicopters? A single thought summoning the ambient forces of nature would cause those helicopters to vanish without a trace.

However, this blank zone persisted for only a fleeting moment before being swallowed up once more by the flames.

Those were people from Dongyue Province, which was not the same province as Nandu City. If they really fled and someone needed to be tracked down, it would pose a massive trouble.

"Where on earth has this old man gone to hide?" Unable to find his master, Xing Shazhen was genuinely bewildered, and he scratched his head in muttered self-talk.

"Would you like to take a trip to Brazil with me?" Yan Yixin called Yan Wan into his office, remained silent for a moment, and then asked.

"I've already decided. We'll call it 'Zhonghua Technology Co., Ltd.' As for the company's development strategy and specific matters, I will provide you with a detailed document tomorrow," Wang Chen said.

A smile remained plastered across my face, as though I were genuinely happy for Noble Consort Chun, yet my heart was filled with a thick, suffocating sorrow. I finally understood the Empress Dowager's words; as it turned out, he truly could not remain solely by my side.

A sudden pain stung the palm of my hand, causing it to flinch. Looking down, I realized that at some unknown point, my hands had clenched so tightly that my nails had dug deep into my palms, leaving several red crescent-shaped marks.

Gu Shibannian shook her head. Without needing to make any inquiries, she could already guess what had happened. Faced with such a situation, what kind of expression would her master wear if he were still here?

Listening to Xiren's receding footsteps, a crystal-clear tear slid down the corner of my eye. I knew that I would never be my former self again.

On Huo Tong's calm face, a smile suddenly blossomed, and her narrowed eyes flashed with a dazzling, brilliant confidence.

"Which senior female student did you go on a date with today?" Zhu Yijun, the most excited of them all today, was the first to question Chen Zihan.