Volume One, Chapter 51: The Visit of the Biological Daughter

Cheng Miaomiao discerned Yu Yaxuan’s inner thoughts and immediately made a suggestion.

“There’s no major problem; he shouldn’t die,” the fourth elder of the Thieves’ Guild said after feeling Chen Qingdi’s pulse and offering his judgment.

Looking at Arthas beside him, Soro was eager to leave without any further delay and promptly dismissed all the skeletons he had summoned earlier. As a necromancer, Soro could summon these skeletons at will.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator seemed somewhat grateful upon hearing this, surprised that this demon was even willing to go out again to help him find something.

“By the way, I forgot to mention that the madman and the fool have also come in to cultivate. When they entered, the madman was at the Sixth Stage of Earth Immortal, and the fool was at the Seventh Stage of Heaven Immortal,” Tang Rao explained.

However, since the tickets for the gate’s opening had been sold, holding the event before the scheduled time would involve commercial fraud. Therefore, even though Xinghui anticipated that Chen Qingdi would come with hostile intent, they had no choice but to begrudgingly proceed with the arrangements.

Soro shook his head, unwilling to explain to Lin Ya, doubting she could grasp the concept of being single.

After more than twenty days of screening, "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" had amassed nearly 290 million yuan at the box office in Huaguo, just shy of breaking the 300 million record by over ten million.

Even the complex power structures of the Dongfang family could not rival the special operations “gate” of the Yanhuang Group.

Each of these scales emitted a golden, radiant light, faintly transparent, exuding incredible defensive power.

“If you cure him, I might just teach you how to call me grandpa…” the young male doctor said.

No matter how troubled Ren Zhen was, whenever he saw your smile, he would feel that even if the sky were to fall, it didn’t matter.

He sighed, took a sip of tea to soothe his throat, then picked up his phone to call Old Wang and invited him in.

This place was unexpectedly an underwater structure, with a towering giant door standing there. The two swam towards the massive gate.

Chen Jing raised his hand to stroke the surface of the Black Star, about to discuss it further with Jegtos, who had been quite curious lately. He mentioned that during the Old Era, when the Yellow King ruled, such “mutations” on the Black Star had never occurred.

Yang Jishan waved his hand, and the soldiers donned their armor, united in purpose, charging forward. The formations on their armor and their auras connected and echoed with each other, forming the phantom image of a fierce tiger.

— Yang Zhi could not perceive the passage of time. To him, one moment he was at Wuyou Peak; the next, he found himself in this unknown desert.

This made Zhao Wuji somewhat embarrassed, but would he think they would forgive them? Impossible! He held a grudge and had taken note.

Zhou Zhichang slowly straightened his back, his expression no longer indifferent and carefree but radiating commanding presence.

In Yuchuan City, inside a vast underground shelter, nearly twenty thousand people were currently housed, clearly at maximum capacity.

Jiang Yuan sighed; he was not Tang San, and these hidden weapons could not perform to their fullest in her hands.

However, because they were too close to the explosion’s epicenter, the strength of these black-robed men was severely diminished.

They needed at least late-stage innate strength, relying on pure internal energy and extraordinary combat techniques, enough to handle most Martial Heaven Realm practitioners.

When experts face off, especially those with such special techniques, the moment of life or death is decided in an instant.

“Brother Zhai, Sister Qian!” At this moment, Hu Jingjing called out with a smile. How could she refuse the goodwill they expressed?