Chapter Thirty-Four: Whether You Can Eat Your Fill Matters! (First Update)

Luo Xueqing let out a cold laugh. Although she had long since given up hope in this man, she still couldn't help but feel the absurdity of it all. Just how blind had she been to choose someone like him in the first place?

At this moment, Magistrate Ding stepped forward, holding a small booklet in his hand. His voice was icy as he spoke, “Fan Youliang, this booklet was found in Lady He’s casket. It is the medical record of Master Luo from the last two years before his death. I just glanced through a few pages and saw that many entries were written in red ink.”

He placed the beast blood of the Silver-feathered Eagle, as well as its two-star Earth Immortal beast core, into the pit.

Golden blood energy surged around him, his golden fist light vast and dazzling, like a boundless golden sea, instantly enveloping both Lord Xiang and Lord Liu.

If the true Ancestor of the Ten Thousand Daos were still present, the Supreme Saint Annihilator would never be able to destroy advanced laws at will.

Perhaps she had gotten up too quickly, for Xiao Mei nearly fell. Qiao Wei hurried to steady her and led her to the doorway, but when they saw what was inside, Xiao Mei’s eyes rolled back and she fainted on the spot. Qiao Wei was so shocked that she stood there, eyes wide, as if her soul had left her body.

Barbarossa was ruthless too; after being stabbed, instead of retreating, he stepped forward. William tried to pull back his sword, but Barbarossa, sweating from pain, forced his left arm to hook the blade with an iron hook. In the next instant, he swung his scimitar upward at the sword.

Ling Xiao spoke calmly, then closed the stone box. Instantly, all the strange lightning phenomena in the void vanished without a trace.

“Old Hu, I doubt any other company would dare take such a risk, because I have never seen any medicine with such remarkable effects! Just listen to me for once and approve this drug,” Liu Ruiying insisted.

Take, for example, the fact that her dantian had mutated; the true energy it released was on another level compared to others—not even in the same league.

Thus, since Yan Hanshui couldn’t drink, she quietly ate her food and chatted with Fang Siyu.

Before leaving, William rounded up the navy soldiers but deliberately left a few slip through the net to pass information on to Garp and the others.

Liu Quan had no choice but to gesture apologetically to Reiji Munakata, signaling for a brief moment. He took out his terminal and saw that it was a message from Saya Kinohana.

“Don’t move! If you move again, I can’t guarantee I won’t make you repay the favor once more!” Xiao Hanyu’s body was tense as he fought to control his rising emotions. Scenes from the previous night replayed vividly before his eyes.

Time ticked by. Huangfu Lingtian was recovering, the cultivators of the Divine Dragon Empire were searching, and they truly shattered the void, combing through every fragment.

Covered in dust, Mi Zixuan returned to his office. No sooner had he arrived than Beth Yi, who had gotten word, stormed in to confront him. Beth Yi was an honest woman, but even she couldn’t tolerate her man’s desire to hire two young, pretty assistants—just what was he thinking?

At this, the middle-aged man felt certain—this fellow was a country bumpkin. Judging by his naive, foolish expression, he probably wasn’t too bright either.

Bai Ye has the ability to contract a demigod magical beast—this alone is a sign of strength. How can you forbid him from using it and still claim it’s a fair fight?

“There’s no need to prove anything. Once we cross over, there’s no coming back,” Huang Donglai said softly.

Amid endless mountains, there was a towering range stretching for a thousand miles, its peaks shrouded in mist, the air thick with spiritual energy. Within the mountains, spiritual herbs flourished and sacred trees swayed gently—a true paradise that left all who saw it in awe.

A chill ran through her heart. Instinctively, she looked up and saw ten black-clad figures had appeared ahead at some unknown time, all surging toward her.

Huang Donglai knew his vital energy wouldn’t last much longer. Just the brief exchange with the Mad Shark had already drained a fifth of his strength, while his opponent, judging from the steady flow of vital energy, had reserves far greater than his own.