That is so much money.

Tom, of course, would never blurt out his inner thoughts like a fool; only an idiot would do such a thing.

With that, a tall, shirtless figure sped through the chaotic expanse amidst flashing lightning, coming to a halt only half a quarter of an hour later.

The old emperor remained expressionless; no one could tell whether he was pleased or displeased. The ministers murmured among themselves, feeling that Linghu Su's reply was completely out of character. Over the past month, many of his bold and imaginative ideas had been put into practice, some of them utterly unconstrained. They had not expected such a perfunctory response from him.

"Ah, Xiang Cheng, you're here. You really have a sharp nose, knowing that I'm cooking something delicious," Chen Wen said, leaning her upper body out of the kitchen with a tease.

It seemed as though they were playing an away game, with the Warriors suppressing them all the way until the end of the first half.

This "Bath Emperor" referred to Emperor Keith. The reason he was called the Bath Emperor was simply because he had an obsessive passion for taking baths.

After both groups entered, the stone gate creaked once more, sliding back into its original position and sealing off the entrance to the corridor once again.

"Oh, you always pull this trick on me. Come, come, sit by my bed." The old emperor's complexion was flushed; people only yearn for their family more when they are at their loneliest.

Whether due to practicing the Mysterious Su Scripture or some other reason, Ling Yunfeng felt that he had a crystal-clear grasp of everything around him. He could even instantly detect the slightest rustle of the wind.

Snorting heavily through flared nostrils, Fang Shan desperately wanted to rush forward and tear the captain surnamed He into a thousand pieces, but seeing the latter wave his blade, he could only stand rooted to the spot in frustration.

Yet, she was still sent away, watched as she reluctantly boarded the vehicle and eventually vanished at the edge of the road.

The awakened vampire master-tier practitioners reacted differently; some charged into the dust and smoke, while others launched attacks against the "Son of the Primordial Realm." Everyone knew the legend—the opponent could no longer fire a third Primordial Glow arrow. Stripped of this terrifying ultimate weapon, the "Son of the Primordial Realm" was nothing at all.

"A pet should have the self-awareness of a pet," I whispered softly in Bai Qiong's ear, giving a firm tug on the soft fur of its belly.

"Stop right there, don't drag me down. I actually wish she would call me big brother." After the two of them entered the living room, he personally selected a set of black professional attire. This outfit was somewhat unique, with the black color paired with red stripes on the cuffs giving off a cold and stern vibe.

Yan Shiyu thought she had made herself clear enough, but upon hearing this, Leng Qianqian's expression grew even uglier. Her originally rosy and delicate face turned deathly pale, and after casting a guilt-ridden glance at Liang Shan and Yan Shiyu, she lowered her head and remained silent.

Han Shaoxun walked onto the stage expressionless, remaining entirely indifferent to the cheers from the audience. A trace of undisguised exhaustion lingered on his breathtakingly handsome face, yet this very weariness endowed his sharp, refined features with a unique, masculine charm.

After all, the film and television industry is not like the music industry; film and television production is far more complex, involves a much larger scale of engineering, and features a far more intricate web of relationships.

Li Tianchuo's pace suddenly slowed a bit, yet it remained powerful, for he could no longer locate the divine depository. Or rather, his connection with the divine depository had been temporarily severed. He vaguely understood what had happened, so he did not panic; he was merely uncertain how long this change would last.

The third grand hall was much larger than the previous two, possessing an even more majestic and awe-inspiring atmosphere. The doors of the hall were likewise wide open, yet the more unshielded and defenseless it appeared, the more suspicion it naturally aroused.

Li Lingchen raised no objections and headed straight back. Xiu Yi and Wei Wei stayed behind, though they took no action, choosing instead to wait in a village near the foot of the mountain. Although the plan had changed at the last minute, Xiu Yi quickly guessed Wei Wei's intentions.

"Long Xingfeng? He seems to be my elder brother," Long Yanhuai said calmly and frankly. In front of the Demon Emperor, any further concealment was a futile effort. It was better to state the truth clearly so that her subsequent explanations would appear credible.

After all, one of his Ancient Tomb Tokens had been seized from them by force, and he had also obtained the ultimate inheritance within their ancestors' sacred grotto. Various reasons compelled Chu Feng to lend them a helping hand.

That would mean Qingling was essentially her boss, which also explained why Nini clung to him, calling him "pretty daddy."

On the battlefield, with the addition of the ghost slaves, the situation below finally achieved a temporary balance. However, after a period of combat, the condition of the Martial Saints high up in the air was far from optimistic. A three-against-two battle was gradually draining the stamina of the Southern Domain Martial Saints, placing them at a disadvantage. Anyone with a discerning eye below could see that this battle could not be sustained for long.

Seeing Ao Qing approaching with the momentum of a raging sea, and regardless of how furious he was at the moment, safety took precedence now. The princess could not suffer the slightest harm; if anything were to happen to her, his career as a department head would likely come to an end.

With the situation suddenly changing, Situ Chenxing no longer had the mood to butt heads with Situ Chenyi, and immediately turned around to flash away.