Volume 1, Chapter 65: Scarface's Obsession

Deep within the darkness, forgotten souls are buried.

Scarface stood alone in the corridor of the Blood Slave Sector. Total silence surrounded him, save for a winding trail of blood on the floor that guided him forward.

He grabbed a large durian from the right side, jumped down from the table, let out a strange howl, and lunged wildly at Xu Moqiu with claws outstretched.

In fact, just as Dian Wei and Zhang Liao were dueling, Zhu Hao's system emitted a chime, informing him that the enemy general Zhang Liao had triggered the "Loyal Guardian" skill, granting him a thirty percent bonus to his martial prowess for the duration of the skill.

A moment later, when the demons regrouped their forces and pressed forward once again, the barbarians witnessed the destructive power of those dark, ominous contraptions mounted by the Paladins.

He deployed both the Gale Technique and Shadow-掠-Stride simultaneously, yet the men in front of him completely ignored him; no matter how he slammed into them, he was effortlessly deflected with a single blow and sent crashing to the ground.

As for the talent agency business, firstly, it required achieving economies of scale, and secondly, it was mainly because Hexin knew that actors establishing their own personal studios would eventually become the mainstream trend, rendering this particular business ultimately lacking in a bright future.

"Although this second benefit sounds a bit far-fetched, it still counts as an advantage." Yu Tian smiled mysteriously and deliberately paused.

Huang Feihu sighed and stepped forward to keep watch, ready to rush to Tianxiang's aid at any moment should the boy prove to be no match.

The most ridiculous part was the smug expression he wore, which showed he had no idea how terrible his judgment truly was. It was utterly laughable.

In the few years since stepping into the realm of demigods—spending the first three years with his family and the following three wandering the mortal world—he had gradually begun to sense that his time was running out.

"This is a secret I risked my life to obtain. Does sister-in-law really think I would give it away so easily?" An Wanru smiled as she pulled over a stool and sat down.

Perhaps he had already returned to the place he belonged when sober. But what kind of place was that? Was it a tavern, or somewhere amidst faded beauties wearing cheap rouge and tattered clothes, or the glaringly bright yet darkly shadowed corners of a gambling den?

At the same time, Puhua noticed that the ice behind him was beginning to fracture completely. Abandoning all thoughts of maintaining formation, he immediately ordered his entire army to charge toward the western shore. Facing the desperate predicament of a formidable enemy ahead and a freezing river behind, Puhua was already prepared to surrender to the Hanwei army on the western shore.

Before long, the martial arts arena was almost entirely deserted. Since this was a grievance between the Lianyun Sect and the Heavenly Sword Sect, the other sects naturally wished to stay out of it and thought it best to leave promptly.

Listening from the side, Liu Weiyun was naturally overjoyed, yet he still exchanged a few polite pleasantries with everyone, which only earned him praises for being a humble and courteous regional commander.

"Pojiang!" Just as Li Pojiang was fuming with anger and about to let out a string of curses, a deep voice echoed from outside the door.

"What is the meaning of this?" Ye Xian felt a slight headache coming on. Based on his understanding of Zhao Degang, the man was as genuinely innocent as a blank sheet of paper. Yet now that Zhao Jinmei was speaking this way, could there be hidden complications intertwined within it?

He stood as rigid as a stone statue in front of the grocery store, staring and glaring at the old woman as if he intended to pierce her to death with his gaze, driving her straight down into the earth.

The Black and White Impermanence did not leave right away. They glanced at the table of wine and food, which suddenly lifted into the air, floated into the temple, and came to rest right beside Wusheng.

Zhang Yang analyzed her thoughts with absolute precision. She had been deceiving herself all along; from the very day she went to receive Tong Lexi and guide her into Senluo, she had sensed a looming threat. To execute her schemes at that banquet, she had even assumed Qin Xingyu's face—investigating a matter like this was a trivial task for her.