Chapter 57 Is It Old Wang Next Door, or Old Tortoise Wang Next Door

By the time Ning Yunyan and Yun Xiaoxiao came out, the company was practically deserted.

Such a scenario was genuinely rare in the past, as certain employees would often pull all-nighters, given that Ning Yunyan himself was an absolute workaholic.

However, ever since Su Zhihan began acting abnormally, it seemed as though everyone else in the company had caught her contagion.

Once their tasks were finished, they would clock out immediately, their mental states drawing infinitely closer to that of Su Zhihan.

Yet there was an upside to this, which was that these people, in order to—

"Alright, cut the chatter," Wu Zhao interrupted their conversation, walking over to the corpse of the Boar King to start looting.

Surrounded by a ring of dozens of corpses, a man wearing a black mask walked forward, continuously chanting something toward the direction of Ye Bai and Bailing without ever raising his head. As the final eerie syllable of the incantation was completed—

The God of Law did not ask further, nor did he say anything more, yet he instinctively felt that the defection of the Blood God was not merely driven by the pursuit of greater power, but harbored deeper, hidden reasons.

At that time, a second-rate sect had once offended her, and as a result, overnight, all thirty-four thousand seven hundred members of that second-rate sect perished beneath her vapor sword without a single survivor.

Yet he believed that one day he would break out of his cocoon and transform into a butterfly, becoming a true powerhouse who stood towering between heaven and earth. When that time came, he would ask this boundless world: who truly dictates its rise and fall?

Qian Ye pressed both hands against the ground, establishing a resonance with the previously fractured dungeon. From the very moment the dungeon broke, Qian Ye had been gathering his strength. The surrounding earth trembled faintly as a pair of massive brown hands embraced Liu Guan, instantly forming a brand-new dungeon right on the spot, its destructive scale several times greater than the previous one.

Inside the surveillance room, an ash-white-ranked member stationed there watched the footage transmitted by the camera with intense excitement.

Xiao Wuxie, however, wore a bitter smile. This very pill was the Meridian-Extending Pill refined from the golden egg not long ago. Although inferior to the Marrow-Washing Pill, it was nonetheless a cloud-patterned divine pill bearing distinct pill ripples, capable of exerting an extraordinary transformative and strengthening effect on the human meridians.

Guilty and conscience-stricken, Guangqi Wangshu did not dare to meet the camera head-on. Those scorching camera flashes emitted a blinding light that weighed heavily upon his heart, making him feel as though he were lying.

Even though they were all outstanding disciples of Cunwei Mountain, faced with an unknown and unfamiliar environment, they had still made a misjudgment in the past, resulting in the loss of one of their own.

Pusang Feng shrugged indifferently, shot a provocative glance at Pi Yiao, and walked toward Xing Fuchen with his four team members.

At this thought, Scarface hastily shook his head to banish the notion. After all, divine-tier existences were far too rare; he simply could not bring himself to believe—nor did he dare to believe—that by randomly picking a fight, he had somehow provoked a powerhouse of the divine tier.

Having reached the current ninth stage, it meant a full eighty-one bolts of tribulation lightning, every single one of which was the blood-slaughter lightning.

The content of the imperial notice roughly stated that the Zhao family had disregarded the peace and stability of Yun City, stirred up trouble, and provoked the imperial family, and thus had already been eradicated by the masters of the royal court.

After Nie Chuntao left, everyone spontaneously revered Master Cai as their backbone. He possessed the oldest seniority, having been trapped at the upper-spirit realm for a lifetime, and none of the other masters surpassed him in cultivation.

In the Sword Hall, the Martial Practice Academy was divided into an outer courtyard and an inner courtyard. During the break times, the students of the outer courtyard would anxiously press against the exterior doors and climb up the courtyard walls, eagerly contending for a view as the inner courtyard’s senior sword apprentice was being ruthlessly, savagely, and mercilessly tormented by a scarred, inhuman freak.

"Madam, please rest assured. I will cherish Bei'er even more than you do," Xing Fuchen said with a smile.

And so, when Wang Moqi, having integrated those memories, secretly made a promise to the previous owner of that body that he would make his name echo across the entire world, even his splitting, agonizing headache could not halt his steps toward awakening.

Thirdly, once you receive a passing evaluation, kindly take your leave. In short, the text conveyed precisely this subtle implication.

"Special Envoy, could their deaths have something to do with the wine?" Liu Shan asked nearby with a hint of curiosity.

The Rending Thunder Lord let out a roar as a cold streak of light flashed across mid-air, slicing off half of its skull and leaving only a tongue lolling against its lower jaw, slapping out meaningless, dull sounds.