Chapter 38: Song Huaichuan felt completely ill at ease.

"Let them fight. It would be best if they destroyed each other," Bai Le said with a roll of his eyes and a tone of annoyance.

Moxile the Sound Charmer's sonic attack was shattered, and immediately, a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed from her lips, leaving her mind in complete disarray.

It was precisely because of this that they always prioritized themselves over others; robbery, rape, violence, and even cannibalism occurred from time to time—things that most of the Federation could not accept.

She had made a pact with him: she was his for this lifetime, unless she were no longer here. She did not know where this love had begun, nor how long it would last, but it felt incredibly heavy.

"No. Without laying down your weapons and undergoing quarantine, no one is allowed inside," the horse-faced officer insisted stubbornly.

This so-called demonic cultivator had been helping Bai Le from the very first time he appeared, even going so far as to make an enemy of the Blood Shadow Demonic Sect for his sake. This seemed unreasonable at first, but if the other party was Bai Le himself, everything fell perfectly into place.

Her slender, jade-like fingers, glowing with a faint light, struck like a shooting star chasing the moon, piercing into that dense, heavy orb of light without the slightest resistance.

"The Sovereign has already let this matter go. Why are you bringing it up now, Bai? What, are you determined to make me lose a clone?"

"The problem is, once he wakes up... what makes us think we can hold out until he falls back into slumber?" Bai Le replied with a bitter smile, shaking his head.

The summoned beasts rushed toward the "Demonic Savage King" first, launching a collective, fierce assault. The "Demonic Savage King" paid them no mind; with a single swing of its massive hammer, a large swath of the summoned beasts were wiped out in an instant.

That evening, Roman hosted a dinner, inviting Zhang Yunze and Nie Chengshuang to the largest and most luxurious nightclub in New York. The threshold for entry was quite high—one had to have an annual income of over $100,000, and the cover charge alone was $1,000. However, the facilities and services inside were exceptionally extravagant and refined.

Eventually, the commotion drew the attention of many, and gradually, a crowd gathered to see what was happening.

"Zhang Yunze's shooting ability is top-tier among the elite. If we can utilize him well, never mind Olympic tickets, we could even challenge for a spot in the final eight!" Coach Zhu stated firmly, clearly holding Zhang Yunze in high regard.

During this time, Zhang Xuanyi and Gu Tianlong had analyzed almost every competitor from the Taoist and Buddhist sects with them.

Ye Yu’s face was as crimson as the setting sun. Peeking through her fingers, she caught a glimpse of Wang Ge, the one who held her heart, only to find him gazing longingly at Song Jia.

By now, everyone could see that while the two were indeed fighting over the treasure, the resentment and history between them were just as real.

If Wu Xucheng were to give up his stable factory job—his "iron rice bowl"—because of this lumber storefront, the Wu family would surely blame Chang Xincai to no end.

Even someone as powerful as the Ancient Saint Zhao Lie could not maintain his composure; he knelt and kowtowed as if worshipping a supreme deity, while the others knelt in rows, silent as cicadas in winter.

This was already despair-inducing enough, but what made it even worse was that the sumo wrestler was lunging toward him.

"After you left today, I received a call from the Qin Capital Chamber of Commerce. It was Chairman Wu calling to say it would take another two days for him to return," Chen Fei reported respectfully.

Lijie’s fist struck the corner of Xuanyuan Shi’s eye, while Xuanyuan Shi’s fist landed on the corner of Lijie’s mouth.

When the three returned, Zhang Na gestured, and the butterfly followed, returning not alone, but carrying a stunned bee and a termite.

Of course, he didn't really want to follow behind; he had simply been squeezed out of space by Fen Die'er.

Whether the severed head hanging above heard his shout or not, it swayed, startling the fireflies. A dead butterfly spun and fell from above her head.

However, considering that Zhou Rui had indeed performed a meritorious service, clearing their "injustices" was not out of the question.

The monster did not move, letting the fine needles strike its body and create sparks, only to return to silence in an instant.

It could only be said that the news of his misfortune in the Economic Development Zone had finally caused those with restless hearts to lose their patience.

Although Lijie and Shen Yixue both felt that someone had taken the Xia family away using a treasure similar to a Qiankun bag, there was no trace to follow. In the end, they had to give up for the time being and leave Mo Mountain Village.

Zhang Zishan was usually carefree, but just moments ago, upon hearing that the monster in the mist was the Yin-Ming Great Serpent, he had nearly been frightened out of his wits. Now that this heaven-reaching beast was about to reveal its true form, he felt a sense of anticipation, his earlier fear completely swept away.

In truth, they were not showing such indignation out of genuine concern for Lin Hao; they were merely looking out for themselves.

In other words, Adams was the first to arrive in the City of Sin and establish the Death Party; the Bloodthirsty Gang, the Thug Gang, and the Biker Gang all came later.

But Fang Shuyao was clearly in a good mood today. She teased him, "Aren't you afraid that we'll have such a good time talking that I'll just leave with him?" After all, there really was a deep friendship between the two of them.

And she would no longer have to be the scapegoat for others; otherwise, she would be pointed at behind her back whenever she walked out the door.

Jiu'er giggled in the pet space, her cat paws swiping directly at the mountain of medicinal pills.

"You silly child, have you been burned so badly by the fever that you're talking nonsense?" Jiang Tingyu looked at her with incredulity.

As their true energy poured in, the cracks on the egg grew larger, and the temperature in the room rose accordingly.

Lan Ceng, having been wounded previously and struck by that last blow, had no strength left to resist, hanging on by only a single breath.

Just imagine: being attacked by venomous snakes, crocodiles, leopards, elephants, and more, all while someone is launching sneak attacks from the shadows—what a terrifying prospect that is.

Gun permits are roughly divided into three types. The first is the military-style M-type permit, which allows the use of any weapon. The levels are M1 to M6. Only a Grade 3 Master Sergeant or a field-grade officer and above can obtain an M1 permit, which allows them to carry weapons into any location.

Now, even though the power at his disposal had swollen to an all-time high, it still could not compare to the Zhaoyao Kingdom, so he had no choice but to resort to schemes.

However, after the aristocrats and ministers finished reading the contents, their moods became even more complex; some cursed the author as disloyal and unfilial, while others fell into silent contemplation.

Zhou Hanning looked at his mother, the Imperial Concubine. Seeing her gaze lowered in silence, he added, "Since we have left the capital, do not send it back. We shall head to the imperial villa first, and then..."

The Wu tribe man was named Long Wu. After returning from the ancient Peach Blossom Source secret realm, he was assigned here to guard Yang City.