Volume 1, Chapter 25: Coaxing Gore, Mental Faintness

"Ahem!"

Randall spoke, and as he raised his arm, two streams of black energy surged forth. One darted toward the golden chair, intending to coil around it, while the other transformed into a massive fist, hurtling toward Su He.

"I’m fine, and he didn't do anything to me. In fact, I’m the one who scared the life out of him." Chu Yunluo chuckled, recalling how Shen Hanmo had looked just moments ago, terrified like a cornered mouse.

Zhao Zilong spoke, extending a branch with a few leaves still attached from his hiding spot at an angle. He shook it three times in a rhythmic motion, signaling his intent to negotiate.

The entertainment industry is a place where one must navigate carefully, yet it is also a place that shamelessly fawns over the powerful while trampling the weak. Having debuted as a child star, Xiao Nuantong had offended countless peers over the years, all thanks to the backing she possessed.

The burly young man spoke politely, but his intention to take Xu Shaoyu away remained unchanged, regardless of whether Xu Shaoyu agreed or not.

Stark watched Yarling leave, his shirt soaked through with cold sweat against his back. He slowly walked toward the door, poked his head out into the corridor, and then gasped, his mouth agape.

Ace recognized every individual word Yarling spoke, but when strung together, they were difficult to fully comprehend. Yet, the chilling, sinister tone behind them was unmistakable. Meanwhile, he felt his consciousness spiraling into chaos, countless memories silently shattering and dissolving within his mind.

If he didn't get out of this alleyway soon, the enemy, with their advantage in numbers and firepower, would eventually force him into a dead end. And indeed, his current position was exactly that—a dead end.

As Yoshimasa Oshima's orders reached the front lines, veteran Japanese soldiers at dozens of previously silent vantage points pulled back the dark gray camouflage covering their heavy artillery. Under the command of the Japanese gunnery officers, dozens of menacing gun barrels turned in unison toward the Pacific Fleet ships that were continuously firing from the distant sea.

"What hotel work? Your classmate is clearly nothing but a prostitute! Do you really think she wants to help you? I suspect she’s just trying to drag you down with her!" Jiang Hua shouted.

It was perfectly natural that they were the first to arrive, as Mount Everest is located right on the border of China.

I slowly approached her. She lay there, her hands resting above her head, whispering. I suddenly nudged her, and she immediately furrowed her brows, saying nervously, "Brother, can you be a little gentler?" After all, it was her first time, and she didn't know if it would be painful.

"Well, they deserve such a fate. I know Young Master Hua won't kill them, but they will likely be locked away for the rest of their lives," I said.

"Use a knife; just cripple them." With a sharp snap, the chopsticks in Ye Yihang’s hand broke.

Unfortunately, man proposes, but heaven disposes. Zhang Tianyue’s sudden illness completely disrupted the plan, leaving Zhang Zhiqiang in a very awkward position.

Seeing the burly man who had been commanding them fall, the Tibetan locals stood blankly, looking at one another and whispering to each other in the Tibetan language.

With the death of the four powerful figures from the Temple of Ice and Snow, the domain of ice and snow in the sky gradually dissipated. The scorching sun reappeared, and the area returned to its original state.

Nero wore a smile, seemingly indifferent to the Spirit Emperor's fury. Was he there specifically to stoke hatred against the Kaiouff Empire?