Chapter 136: Battle with the Golden-Banded Staff

Meanwhile, the helpers that the middle-aged man had summoned by phone while still on the airplane also caught up with him. There were over a dozen of them, every single one a burly, thick-set brute.

For a moment, not only were Du Zhong, Dujuan, and Karina dumbfounded, but even Chen Yannian, Zhang Deming, and everyone else present were stunned into complete speechlessness.

You can curse if you want to curse, fight if you want to fight, mock if you want to mock; but if you just point things out behind my scenes when I haven't done anything wrong, what can you do about it?

Everyone hurriedly turned around, eager to see which heavyweight had come up with such a brilliant solution. Following the sound of the voice, they finally laid eyes on me.

With a wave of his hand, Shizi tossed out Wu Mei's handkerchief. Five ice shields circled around as Tong Muhe took the life of one cultivator with a single strike, then immediately charged toward a second.

Amon Koutaro was long accustomed to Juuzou Suzuya's disrespectful behavior. Perhaps because of Mr. Shinohara, Amon responded with a slight, distant nod as he gazed toward the dark interior of the first floor of Building 5.

She wore a smile. It might not have been enough to topple a city, but it was certainly enough to ruin one, and even through the traces of her youth, she was undeniably a devastatingly gorgeous beauty.

Just like that, having walked less than ten steps, my avatar felt a crushing wave of exhaustion. Every single step forward felt as though it required ten times the effort of the previous one.

Tong Muhe was also happy for Shizi, if nothing else, at least he could learn a few things. He truly never expected that the immortal spell arts could be enlightened in a single day.

"Forty thousand gold coins!" Many people in the audience joined the bidding, and the price of this Source Shade Herb continued to soar relentlessly.

When Ye Mingming returned to work at the company, she was fully prepared to face whatever came her way, so Zhong Yanyan's words held no sting for her whatsoever.

It was her first time driving a yacht, and her heart was filled with a flutter of excitement, even her eyes gleaming with a thrill of anticipation. Zhan Beiting looked at Ye Mingming in exasperation, vowing that from this day forward, he would never let her touch anything with a steering wheel—not even a bicycle.

"But Satan appeared again last night, didn't he? Perhaps you believe Satan is gone, but others certainly don't think so! I imagine countless people across the world are whispering about the return of Satan right now! Furthermore," Leng Zibing paused.

Actually, she was terribly afraid of him, especially when he grew angry. The sudden coldness in his expression, his constricted pupils, and his tightly pressed lips looked terrifyingly intimidating.

Retrieving the 'Moon Radiance' from the severed hand of Yang Yu, Mu Xinghan said indifferently, "You are not worthy of touching this item. Feng Ran, don't let them die; let Ling'er settle this matter herself." With that, Mu Xinghan swept Lan Ling'er up in his arms and departed.

"It's fine, Mengyao will be down in a moment. I'll go get the porridge out," Han Xue said hurriedly, darting into the kitchen to fetch the congee. Ye Ming let out a sigh, followed her in, and, moving a step faster, picked up the steaming bowl of porridge and walked out.

She could never understand why he did this. Why had that warm and considerate man turned so heartless?

There was nothing in the darkness, not even the faintest sound. No one knew who the young man was talking to.

Sending a text message via his phone put Ye Ming's mind at ease, but he was a pretty incompetent personal bodyguard—it seemed not a single day went by where he accompanied Li Mengyao the whole day through! Gazing up at the dim sky, Ye Ming shook his head and turned away.

Fulin Yan was just about to pour a blood sample into the petri dish to observe the morphology of the toxic cells when she abruptly discovered something was missing.

Moreover, Lin Feng knew that this disaster was related to a plague, and he possessed both a universal cure and his own immunity.

Everyone wiped away their tears and simultaneously picked up their phones, dialing the number that played endlessly across the broadcast.

As Tianjiji's voice faded, a flash of red light swept across the top of his head, proving that the oath had taken effect and received the impartial certification of the system.

For instance, this time Fulin Yan wanted to introduce a new batch of higher-purity spirits at Tianxin Restaurant and needed to find a distillery to brew it herself. Ding Qiu had scoured every single distillery in the capital, running all sorts of comparisons before reporting back to Fulin Yan.

As these monsters reproduced in ever-greater numbers, the threat they posed to humanity would likewise grow increasingly severe.

A mighty expert of the Myall Realm could manipulate all phenomena and traverse the void. His movements were far beyond what Wang Hao could capture.

In a fleeting flash of imagery, Youyou saw countless people locked in slaughter. Amidst blood and combat, half of them perished. The survivors activated their star gods and star clusters, walking into a mist-shrouded star formation, and then... they turned into stiff-bodied, speechless monsters.

Felix nervously hauled the fish up, dropped it into the bucket, and kept his eyes fixed on Lin Feng.

"What is going on with you two?" Yu Guo asked in shock, her surging emotions having been brutally interrupted by the pair.

In terms of color, it was a uniform crimson, flowing like torrents of blood that converged tumultuously toward the center of the ant nest.

They merely tasted the surface and withdrew at the slightest touch, terrified of alarming the terrifying entities residing within the three heavenly realms.

"You..." Qin Lanlan was instantly rendered speechless. Upon careful reflection, Zhang Dachu's words didn't seem entirely unreasonable; it really did seem like he had arrived first, and she had indeed failed to look closely enough to notice someone was already here because she was in such a rush.

Yet the moment he channeled his inner energy, the expression in Liu Jiyan's eyes shifted instantly. Cen Chong, whose head had remained lowered the entire time, slowly lifted it up. However, the expression on his face held no trace of panic or fluster; instead, it was a very strange smile—somewhat chilling, and somewhat resentful.

His first glance fell upon Suo Qian, and only then did he shift his gaze to Gu Rui, who was in the midst of pulling up his trousers.

Clearly yesterday she had been a girl who hadn't even set foot on the lower rungs of the Dao, yet today she seemed completely reborn, transformed into an experienced veteran.

"Junior Uncle, you are my father's own cousin. Can you really just stand by and watch my father and my eldest uncle die at the hand of Zhang Dachu without lifting a finger?" the scarred-faced man shouted loudly.

"No, neither you nor Sister Mengxi have that, and I cannot take the lead and preempt you both. That would make me seem far too overbearing," Fan Qingmei decisively chose to refuse.