I will cut you down as well.

Twin Mountains.

Fu Xueyue sat inside the tea room previously built by Fu Ankang, gazing at the scenery through the window.

She watched as the personnel surveying team took the field first, conducting measurements and selecting sites.

Everything was finally on track.

A large-scale amusement park founded under the Fu family's name was no joke; it was directly benchmarked against internationally renowned properties.

...

However, at least among the true upper echelons of Storm City, a new consensus regarding Guan Liyi's strength had already formed.

Having wrapped up this flurry of business, Zhang Yingxia prepared to summon the relevant studio personnel for a gathering.

Thinking she had simply forgotten amidst the hustle and bustle, Zhang Yingxia even secretly rejoiced: Damn it, I dodged a bullet.

With such a precedent before them, in the eyes of many, Zhang Yingxia's achievements were not yet outstanding enough for people to bow down in submission.

The Sorcerer Supreme looked with a trace of strangeness upon the once majestic and imposing Temple of Transportation, which now inevitably showed signs of slight decline. Some damaged areas remained unrepaired and unreshaped—something completely unimaginable back when the Olympian pantheon held sway.

Apollo was extremely dissatisfied with the Kryptonians, whose dazzling, sun-like radiance outshone everyone else, believing they were stealing the spotlight that rightfully belonged to him. Thus, he provoked them with a taunting remark.

As a high-ranking official of Yarkand, he knew all too well what the lessening of artillery fire signified.

Think back to the old days, when the emperors of the Hundred Realms obliterated all the Spirit Emperors and jointly divided up their destined sacred artifacts. The two most powerful empires claimed the lion's share, and their foundational heritage far surpassed that of all other empires.

Everyone held their breath, unable to believe that someone would dare to throw things around recklessly and stir up trouble at the Supreme Lord's birthday banquet. This was nothing short of having a tired wish to live.

Yet the problem now was that everyone else knew only he possessed the box, and that the box contained gold.

One thing Gu Hongdie could confirm was that within the activity range of a mutant variant, there would never be another mutant variant. A classic case of choosing the lesser of two evils?

I refuse to believe he can keep fighting continuously like this, especially since his aura has not shown the slightest disorder. Does he possess some unique power? How could that even be possible?

Fighting ten matches a day against opponents who were all battle-hardened veterans—even a cultivator in the Hengshan Realm would fail if they were the least bit careless.

If not for Qiao Dou'er's good fortune in obtaining the protection of the Jiang family, she probably would have been chewed up and swallowed by that family until not even a scrap of bone was left.

Shen Hua's corpse could be seen caved in at the chest from the Blood-Horned Python's recent strike, his eyeballs burst from their sockets, dying a thoroughly miserable death.

The two locked eyes for a moment before instantly turning away, neither intending to utter a single word. One carried a rifle on their back, while the other cradled one in their arms. Leaning against a massive, century-old tree, they gazed together into the distant horizon.

After all members of the Lin family revealed themselves, accompanied by a howling gust of chilling wind, an elderly man wearing a suit and tie, possessing an elegant demeanor and vibrant spirit, made his appearance.

"What kind of calligraphy are you practicing? Focus on refining pills!" Xue Hua laughed heartily, heavily patting Shen Chunqiu's shoulder.

Having said that, it was evident that Shrimp Boy was already exceedingly emotional; his eyes had turned red long ago, and his voice carried a slight sob.

Jiang Hongyu could not help but twitch the corners of his mouth. How could such a creature as a father exist in this world? Day and night, he only thought about how to scheme against his own son. Could he not go and do something meaningful for society instead? Wouldn't that be much better than hiding at home plotting against his own son?

Aegon had already arrived by the time Daenerys landed on Drogon from the sky into the western courtyard of the Red Keep.

Yet these words could not be spoken to his parents; saying them would only cause them worry. It was still best to let them believe he was utterly carefree.