Volume 1, Chapter 46: The Hall of Fame, Departure

They were bodyguards, not agents specially trained and dispatched to execute missions in the Western world. Even though some of them had previously traveled to the United States with their former protectees, they were not very familiar with the country.

However, as album sales slowed and began to decline, some discordant voices emerged in the outside world.

After much deliberation, Yang Xiao decided not to interfere too much with the normal development of this world. Otherwise, triggering butterfly effects and causing unpredictable subsequent consequences would be disastrous.

Though Qi Yurong forcibly held back, he ultimately couldn't endure it completely. His body trembled slightly, and blood trickled down the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the floor tiles and blooming into vibrant red plum blossoms.

"Disappear from my sight right now, or you won't be staying here anymore." Chu Yingjie didn't buy the other party's act at all.

"What the Young Master says makes sense. Pang Juan probably never imagined that the 150,000-strong army he dispatched, riding the momentum of sweeping victory, could actually be defeated by my 200,000 temporarily assembled routed troops." Fan Shun nodded, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he thought of Pang Juan learning the news of Wei Ang's defeat.

Zhang Nan pointed his right hand forward in a semicircle and spoke into the communicator, "Listen up, you damned Xiongnu ghosts! Weren't you very arrogant back then?"

Now, Luo Yunfeng was left with only a few questions: Everything was being threaded together by Fluorescent Lamp. What on earth was she aiming to achieve by doing this?

"Yes! Respected Mr. Stark." Seeing Tony's frantic and exasperated expression, Happy suddenly felt as if a massive, oppressive dark cloud was rolling in, his inner unease reaching its absolute peak.

"I am a crane keeper, or rather, I used to be the Manor Lord's coachman." Bai Yun smiled faintly, having no intention of speaking in riddles, and directly revealed his former identity.

Although this person had a figure similar to Mo Ning's, looking closely, there were fine lines on her neck—characteristic traits of someone of advanced age.

"Cough, cough, cough..." His completely uninhibited words caused the Emperor, who was drinking tea at the moment, to choke directly.

Seeing Liu Fan act with such audacity, Luo Ming was inwardly delighted, yet outwardly feigned extreme anger while trying to put on a show.

True to a Crown Prince with a severe case of obsessive-compulsive disorder, his bedchamber was, unsurprisingly, arranged in strict symmetrical layout.

He had to rely solely on his senses to continuously dodge, but even so, more than a dozen shallow and deep wounds appeared on his body. The beginner's cloth tunic he had been wearing was already ruined, hanging off him in tatters like a stage costume.

Nan Shuyu turned her head to look at Yan Yeming, but only caught sight of his perfect jawline. Never mind, as long as he didn't abandon her, that was enough.

Remaining in Jinzhou wouldn't uncover anything anyway. How could the person truly manipulating everything possibly wait around here for an investigation? They were probably still at large and living leisurely in the capital!

He also had a good eye, knowing that treasures produced during the Qianlong era were no ordinary items. This time, he had truly made a fortune.

The disciples of the Jade Pool Sacred Land who were not engaged in battle all knelt in obeisance, and even the two Supreme Elders of the Jade Pool Sacred Land bowed slightly.

"Hahaha! Good! Good! Good! My disciple ought to be just like this!" Xiao岳 stared into Lin Mutian's eyes for a moment, then threw his head back and laughed heartily.

Controlling his vital energy with his mind, he turned it into a drill once more and slowly probed deeper. After an unknown amount of time, Tie Muyun's expression grew solemn. Unlike the previous two times, this time his meridians seemed severely blocked. Every time the drill advanced even a fraction, a heart-wrenching pain would surge through him.

Although Luo Ping did not know how the other party had persuaded the other alliance leaders and the multitude of rogue immortals and cultivators, as long as a long-distance teleportation array could be established, that was enough.

His mother had taken his younger brother out. Gao Chong glanced at Aunt Zhang's arched-front and protruding-back figure as she packed his changes of clothes and made his bed, and for a moment, he lost himself in thought.

Gao Chong arranged for Dazhu to investigate the situation of these fluorescent stone mines and requested that the household separately arrange to extract the mining of these fluorescent stone pits. All high-grade fluorescent stones were to be picked out and separately polished into jewelry. As for those with string-like light, they were to be kept as family heirlooms and dealt with later depending on the circumstances.

Wu Feiying's voice suddenly rang out, and before Elder Zhan could react, an extremely powerful force of nothingness was once again released from her body, pouring into the Sword of Nothingness ahead.

Strange colors appeared on the Berserker Bull Warrior's body once more. Previously red, it was now pitch black. The black radiance enveloped the Berserker Bull Warrior, instantly making the originally imposing figure appear eerie and sinister.

Zhong Lingyu's tone was very calm. Yuxiu stared at him for a long time before finally summoning her courage. After all, she had witnessed Zhong Lingyu's furious methods with her own eyes—what else did she have to fear? She was going all in.

In their view, Cui Yongxing had consecutively defeated three racing kings. As long as Kang Zicheng won the race tonight, not only would he become the true Asian Racing King, but the supercar club would also shake the entire racing world with renown.

Naisheng sneered, "That girl named Zijin went back to the God Realm to retrieve spirit stones to ransom you; I'm afraid she won't be able to save you anytime soon." With a flicker, he appeared right in front of Ruoli, just a step away, his amber eyes greedily gazing at her.

Her complexion was genuinely poor. Earlier, under the camera flashes, makeup had made her look a bit more spirited.

The forces mobilized by the Sanctuary this time were already several times larger than those of the Heavenly Court, and every single one of them noticed the predicament of their own Profound-Yellow grade warrior from the Sanctuary.

Beyond that, A Yin even felt a wave of internal heat, along with an urge to engage in *that* activity.

"Uncle Yun, I'm a grown-up; you aren't allowed to pinch me." Mo Bao held his head high and puffed out his chest, his words causing Moyu Jingyun to burst into loud laughter.

That was to properly cultivate one's mind and body in order to achieve general-level strength and reach one's ideal height.

As for Hua Wuhen's side, the deeper they went inward, the fewer families there were. The other families were already fighting tooth and nail, but over on Hua Wuhen's side, not a single person courting death came to cause trouble.

The others possessed formidable strength, and Xuan Zhan did not dare to test them casually. Now four thousand meters away from those people, Xuan Zhan did not dare to get too close, and the abilities of the Wraith Ghost were undoubtedly the key.

Glancing at Tan Bengbeng, he found that her expression mirrored his own, and a flash of white light crossed their minds instantly.

Jian Xiaoyao had seen plenty of such cases. Bu Qingyun, who had once been so righteous, grew blinded by greed and turned selfish as he aged.

"Forget it, I shouldn't think about it so much and add needless trouble. For now, I can only take it one step at a time!" He let out a long sigh inwardly, his gaze fixed on the scenery flashing rapidly past the window, as his thoughts gradually drifted and completely emptied out.