Chapter 46

She knew about the Heavenly Gate because her grandfather had told her about it. Her grandfather even mentioned that the Master of the Heavenly Gate used to come to their house frequently to eat barbecue, though he never described what the Heavenly Gate Master looked like.

Sun Yun was struck with utter panic. Everything had happened too abruptly; she instinctively grabbed her clothes, clutched her chest, and looked up at the man standing before her.

It was common knowledge that among the Shi brothers, the elder brother, Shi Lao Da, always steadily outshone the younger, Shi Lao Er. Even Shi Lao Da had been defeated by the opponent's divine talisman technique, so what good would it do for Shi Lao Er to step up? Was he just offering himself up as a free meal?

In the beginning, what I said still made some sense, but by the end, I had no idea what I was even talking about. In short, I blurted out everything I wanted to say.

The jewelry they considered aesthetically pleasing came with exorbitant price tags, yet they looked down upon the more reasonably priced items. Standing at the doorway and watching their seemingly disheveled state, Chang Jie didn't think much of it and asked with a smile, "Do you still want to keep browsing the jewelry stores?" Then she added, "The surrounding area is filled with jewelry shops like this."

Meanwhile, Zhang Shuer, who happened to be stepping out upstairs, tightly covered her mouth as she listened to the conversation between the two in the courtyard, her eyes filled with disbelief.

With a crisp "clang," the two figures parted instantly upon contact. Shentu Haolong retreated two steps, while Shinobi Number Ten retreated three.

This caused everyone in the Ghost Camp to shudder involuntarily, as if a chill had gripped their hearts, paralyzing them so that they dared not take another step forward.

Later, she discussed with Zhang Shuer whether those scenes were authentic or arranged by the production crew. After all, many things followed a fixed script, and some of those malicious glances were likely orchestrated by the television station.

"Hehe," Long Yichen chuckled softly, then thrust his hand directly into his Dantian. In the blink of an eye, he sucked away all the cultivation within Xuanche's body. Furthermore, Xuanche instantly realized that his cultivation had completely vanished in a split second.

Blood Fiend's pupils dilated as terror flooded his cerebral cortex. A thought of fleeing flashed through his mind, but at that exact moment, a silver needle transformed into a streak of light, piercing straight through his brain's control center.

The sudden turn of events caused a sharp, agonizing pain to shoot through Sun Wan'er's knees. Striking the concrete ground so heavily, one could well imagine what that felt like.

"Who told you I bought a house?" Nan Yue asked, thoroughly baffled. She hadn't mentioned the matter of buying a house to anyone at all.

After eating and drinking to her heart's content, amidst the stunned gazes of everyone present, he packed up the leftover Western cuisine and left the place as well.

Her eyes were filled with a fierce murderous intent. It was a pity she was no match for Lin Mo, otherwise she would have definitely fought three hundred rounds against him.

Although Wang Weiguo was an ordinary person, holding such a high position meant he was naturally no fool, and he was well aware of the existence of extraordinary beings.

Upon waking up, she found herself alone in the room once more, with no recollection of when she had fallen asleep in the bed.

As Lu Shaoze stepped out of the dungeon through the dim tunnel, a lonely and haughty figure in the distance instantly came into view.

While deflecting the flying dagger with a flick, the dark figure pulled a sphere-like object from his bosom and smashed it onto the ground.

Nanchun had hidden away at home for long enough, figuring that the storm had blown over and it was time for her to return.

Rogers naturally understood Nan Zhou's intention, so he nodded to indicate that he would follow Nan Zhou's instructions.

...Another cliché routine. Li Man gave up and simply flipped through the categories of items available for purchase in the system mall.

Hearing Nan Zhou's words, Hela looked up at the sky once again. Judging by what Nan Zhou meant, it seemed that the disaster would likely descend from the skies.

Destroying their minds and bodies was no different from ruining a piece of clothing; once they crawled back out from the nether-soil, they would be as good as new heroes.

Wu Mingkong paid no mind to this, though it was safe to say the propaganda had been quite effective—even if her thirty million followers had shrunk quite severely, falling short of the number of illegitimate children fathered by her own cult leaders.

As the two chatted away, they had already walked down to the street managed by Wang Weian. After dumping all the garbage they had swept up along the way into a trash can, Uncle Liu patted Wang Weian on the shoulder.

Of course, while weapons made from nuclear raw materials were prohibited, research on controlled nuclear fusion was still ongoing. It remained fraught with difficulties, however, and every single breakthrough required decades of overcoming obstacles.

Therefore, Valica was not surprised that these two female energy-devouring monsters had ascended to the extraordinary tier in the blink of an eye; having an innate "cheat code" was nothing to be envious of.

"Chen Fan, I think it would be best if you didn't keep secrets from me." He stared fixedly at Angelad.

While everyone gasped in amazement one after another, they were also secretly wondering what kind of power could have forged all of this.

This drastic change caused the spirit of the pot to fly out as well. Upon taking in its current surroundings, the pot spirit could not help but wear a look of profound shock.

It was precisely under his outstanding rule that a centralized government was established, allowing Sicily to gradually recover its former prosperity and become the most vital trading and commercial hub in the Mediterranean.

Every martial cultivator seemed to have fallen into a frenzy. Their attacks were highly effective, and aside from Tang Chen, who fought a single Yin corpse entirely on his own, the remaining eight Yin corpses were each entangled and besieged by dozens of martial artists.

As for houses of the same kind, determining which one is sturdier depends entirely on the materials used for the whole structure. Between an earthen house and a concrete house, the concrete house is unequivocally sturdier than the earthen one.

Gong Xiyue let out a bitter laugh as thousands of grievances welled up in her heart, instantly erupting like a torrential flash flood. Tears spilled uncontrollably from her eyes. She wanted to restrain them and avoid losing face in front of Su Bingyun, but her heart felt as though it were being shredded by knives and gnawed on by ants—it hurt, deeply and unbearably, tearing through her soul with an agonizing ache.

In truth, they were completely unable to get in touch with Gan Jing and had no idea what on earth was going to happen.

The situation was perilous in the extreme. Yan Huo'er had never independently handled such a complex and dangerous crisis before. At this thought, a throbbing headache assaulted her. Pressing her temples with both hands, she sat on the ground and slowly massaged them, her heart silently praying that Lin Ziyuan and the other two would come to no harm.