Volume 1, Chapter 41: A Failed Gift, That Is Not a Wound!

Ye Feng’s performance was nothing short of dazzling, leaving the two women unable to suppress their gasps of astonishment. First came the high-grade defensive artifact, the Dragon Hidden Inner Armor, followed by an enigmatic cultivation technique of such vague yet profound quality that it defied comprehension. With every item Ye Feng revealed, the two women found themselves catching their breath in sheer awe. They were truly overwhelmed by him, and the mysterious rank of the Purple Qi Art sparked endless speculation between them. Su Yun’er was beyond overjoyed.

As the heavy doors swung open, the swarm of reporters surged forward like a burst dam, flooding into the company’s third-floor broadcasting hall.

“Then, should we take the opportunity to eliminate that Eight Gods?” Godeis asked, stepping forward with a smug look of triumph.

However, despite our relentless efforts to keep killing, more and more enemies kept pouring in, launching waves of attacks against our protective barrier.

A man of genuine emotion, Cao Changjiu smiled as he accepted the gift, saying, “Thank you, until we meet again!” Though his voice was thick with an irrepressible sob.

The broadcasting hall was packed within minutes of opening. Watching the frenzied scene, Zhou Xingxing secretly broke into a cold sweat for Chen Luobin. These reporters were not to be trifled with; their tongues were sharp, and a single moment of carelessness could lead to a fatal slip-up.

A moment later, the cloud eagle approached us. After circling overhead a few times, it dove down in a fierce swoop, but before it could strike anyone, Kadik leaped up and knocked it unconscious with the flat of his axe.

There were no cheers from fans, no applause from the audience, no teammates rushing over to celebrate with him, and not even the referee’s whistle to signal that the goal was valid.

Luo Men stepped softly off the bed, watched Meng Yun mumble and turn over in her sleep, and then stepped out onto the balcony.

“Big Brother, have you ever heard of the central bell tower of the Shaolin Temple?” Seeing that Zhu Yuanzhang remained skeptical, Shang Yu decided to use an example to explain his point.

Song Fei was her superior and her elder, but he was also a spy. To a spy, everyone other than oneself is merely a resource; if there is no value in utilizing them, they are discarded. It is the result of long-term training, a spy’s instinct, and has nothing to do with personal character.

Xiao Cheng turned around and looked into Su Chen’s eyes. They seemed… identical to Su Zinuo’s, yet different; whereas Su Zinuo’s eyes held a pure and limpid light, his were filled with a gentle, soft glow.

The cold, desolate moon shone through the dilapidated window, spilling into every corner of the hall and deepening the surrounding atmosphere of loneliness and sorrow.

Once she had adjusted to the dim, hazy surroundings, she realized with certainty that she had indeed entered the fifth trial.

The passionate kiss left Han Yuwei no room to breathe. His tongue pried open her teeth, rampaging through her mouth and forcing her to entwine with him.

“I’m not tired anymore. What is it? Is there something at the company you can’t handle?” Ou Muxuan looked at his son with a faint smile.

Not only were so many people surrounding the government office, but they were now resorting to violence to storm the authorities; in any era, this would be considered an act of rebellion.

The plane kept circling as the Shadow Hall’s aircraft approached stealthily, the two planes maintaining a safe distance while hovering in the sky above.

It wasn’t just the return of the exiled virtuous officials; the officials already in court, freed from Wan Gongcheng’s suppression, seemed to come back to life, regaining the sharp, proactive spirit needed to govern and stabilize the nation.

The player sparring with Tang Qian was certainly skilled, but having only exchanged blows once, the full extent of his ability and his potential for growth remained unknown. If this were just a game, he could certainly be called an expert, but if his goal were to become a professional player, there were far too many constraints to consider.

Shu Jingrong could not help but sigh silently to herself: Could it be that this was the result of eating pig trotters every day for ten months of pregnancy?