Volume 1, Chapter 150: Appearance of the Mysterious Man

Two security guards quickly followed behind, hastily exiting the CEO's office and gently closing the door behind them. Yi Ning was about to offer him some comforting words, but who would have known that Brother Ting had already dashed away like a flash. Seeing him right at the door, Yi Ning chose not to give chase.

Xu Youming understood better than anyone just how terrifying the person inside the private room truly was. It wasn’t just these worthless scoundrels before him; even the once-mighty Golden Family at their peak had been shattered and brought to their knees, begging for mercy by that very individual.

Before Sister Luck could finish speaking, Plank’s expression suddenly changed, and he immediately turned around! Sister Luck was completely baffled, staring after Plank’s retreating figure, wondering what could have provoked such a fierce outburst.

He reached out to embrace her, but as his arm extended, his face instantly turned pale, and his injured arm trembled uncontrollably.

Jue Qingshang’s cold, piercing eyes glared at Jue Qiao’ao, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk curling at the corner of her lips.

Ya Jun lowered her head to examine the map, her black hair cascading over her shoulders as she focused intently on where to strike first—choosing a target that could be taken down without suffering heavy losses.

Meanwhile, as Yang Jun and Qin Chuan were left puzzled by Ye Qian’s words, Ye Qian himself had already arrived at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.

In fact, when Nangong Yuncheng saw Consort Hui, she had already been tended to—her hair at the waist had been cut off. Only after cutting it did they realize that the hair had been sewn into the flesh around her waist! As for the top of her head, it had to be shaved clean.

Huan Hua couldn’t help but glance toward the pavilion, where Chu Hui, a martial artist, naturally overheard Zhong Li Xiang’s mocking remarks.

Tie Gongqi was stunned. His ruthless gaze slowly shifted, a mixture of disbelief and despair refusing to take hold.

As his right hand rose, Sun Wukong’s eyes slowly closed, and instantly, his spirit shot like a swift lightning bolt directly toward the location of the spiritual palace within his body.

Black Fang the Grey Wolf was a mysterious curved blade of the grasslands, said to be forged from the teeth of the Grey Wolf. Yet, inexplicably, its color was pitch black, unlike the wolf’s teeth. Perhaps some secret materials had been added, resulting in this unusual appearance.

On the walls of Jiwadin, Kadok’s eyes were fixed unblinkingly on Martas—the man was determined to fight him to the death.

Though Shangguan Zhengyang’s heart was a storm of turmoil, his face betrayed no hint of panic. Black smoke billowed around him as he pointed his spear, the smoke spreading across the ground.

When his gaze fell upon a certain space, taking in the scene within, a murderous gleam flashed across his eyes.

“I never expected the Diamond Sect’s ultimate weapon-refining technique to be so ruthless,” Xing Long had been quietly observing Ling Feng’s cultivation. Seeing Ling Feng instantly shatter more than a dozen magical artifacts with his refining hand, he could no longer contain his excitement and shouted out loud.

It was clearly visible that Sister Rou deftly dodged the opponent’s attack, then lightly tapped a finger on the other’s forehead. Immediately, an unstoppable force radiated through the opponent’s body, spreading relentlessly outward.

She was more than willing to leave the Shen family, but not by enduring humiliation and bearing burdens. Aside from the Shen family, she had served no other company. If she was going, she would leave openly and clearly.

At the same time, within the camp of Khan Sejaga, Yan Hugu also brought along the warrior he had been searching for.