23 Acting

Heizi pondered for a moment while looking at the pile of ruins, then spoke to Hanyu Xiao. Immediately, its body, manifested from its spiritual essence, passed through the rubble with ease.

Stepping out of the Mu Corporation, Zhong Yexue held her phone, scrolling to that familiar number, yet hesitated to dial.

She recalled how the Noble Consort had shed tears while speaking to her earlier that day, and the palpable fear she had witnessed left her feeling increasingly lost.

Still, thinking of how she had spent the last five years evading her true feelings and choosing to be with Ouyang Luo, Lin Caiwei felt there were things that needed to be said.

He and Xiong Yan had known each other for many years, ever since Xiong Yan had taken the imperial examinations. Thus, they were quite familiar, and as a veteran, he was one of the few who dared to speak the truth.

"It is impossible to say for certain right now. It could be ten days, or perhaps a month; it depends on the width of the space-time well and the speed at which Ramla traverses it," Situ said.

Pure essences of vegetation were drawn in, circulating within Ximen Jian’s body as he breathed. This incredibly rich life force continuously nourished every fiber of his flesh, his internal organs, and his bones.

He picked up a can of coconut juice, pulled the tab, and took a large gulp, finally feeling a sense of relief as his mouth grew moist.

Lin Yi searched frantically for a glimpse of Qianxue. He longed to hear her voice once more, but as time passed, her voice vanished into silence.

He calculated that the number of souls slaughtered by the Chaos Demon Fetus had reached an unimaginable scale—countless, like the ghosts of a boundless purgatory.

There was no response, yet I sensed a malevolent aura. The entity seemed to be wounded, its dark energy dissipating continuously.

The shuriken struck the three elders precisely in their backs. They groaned, lunged forward, and collapsed, their bodies twitching uncontrollably on the ground.

Everyone knew that Liushang had studied Taoism. Even if no one knew if he possessed any true power, his words at that moment still left people feeling unsettled.

"I truly need to take a closer look; I didn't see clearly through that layer of space earlier," Yang Xiaoyao said, slinging his white sword onto his back.

"You said he refined himself into a corpse while still alive, but what about his soul?" Tian Ermiao asked.

In the entire hall, only the bandit leader—a middle-aged man with a cultivation level at the seventh heaven of the Condensing Origin Realm—remained composed, though a hint of surprise flickered in his eyes.

Murong Tian seemed to have taken a reassurance pill; he followed all his relatives out of the villa, preparing to welcome the members of the Shangguan family.

As she finished speaking, she turned, her sleeves fluttering as she took flight toward the starry sky, graceful and ethereal, without a speck of dust upon her.

He looked at Feng Yiluan, who was disguised as King Xi, with a skeptical gaze, yet he failed to see through Danxu’s illusionary transformation technique. Furthermore, because Feng Yiluan had mastered voice-changing, her tone was nearly identical to the King’s. Thus, although Jili felt a slight internal doubt, he dared not voice his suspicions lightly.

Li Jian’s index finger trembled as he pointed at him; he then quickly put on his shoes, grabbed the fellow by the collar, and dragged him outside.

Zhou Yu naturally knew nothing of the complex schemes and counter-schemes unfolding behind the scenes. He only knew that this Nether Catastrophe would not only cause the fall of the Heavenly Palace, but if he failed, he would surely face total destruction. He remained entirely unaware that the Lord of the Zhoujue Yin Heavenly Palace had already seen through everything and laid out a trap.

He realized that the exhibition project manager walking toward him was the person primarily responsible for the major work error that had plagued An Xingbang.

"Forget it, don't hesitate. I know you have no other men to consider, so you might as well let me take you." With that, He Chenyi pulled Tang Youran toward the entrance of the carousel.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yu nodded without further words, waved his hand, and his teammates leaped onto the arena stage together.

Daji gazed at him deeply. She was not blind to his attentiveness, nor was she repulsed by his aged appearance; rather, the chasm between human and deity, the difference in their lifespans, was as vast as heaven and earth. Although this human emperor possessed courage, charisma, and strength of the highest caliber, she could not accept him.

"Having lost so much face this time, I do not want her to be the clan leader..." the youth in plain clothes shook his head.

Chisongzi was trembling with fear under his gaze, unable to utter a single word. Xiao Tiance questioned each clan leader in turn. Aside from Mingxin, who faced the murderous intent in Xiao Tiance’s eyes without fear and insisted that it was Xiao Feiyan who wanted to kill her, the other leaders hung their heads like wilted eggplants, not even daring to look at Xiao Tiance.

Later on, Xu Xian was exhausted, but every time she drifted off to sleep, she felt she heard a ringtone and would snap her eyes open to reach for her phone. After repeating this five or six times, she finally fell into a heavy, dazed sleep.

As Roger had seen before, if a Red Lotus Wizard intervened personally, a single spark would be enough to burn a three-star elemental water giant to ash. Of course, that was the Red Lotus Fire that only one of that level could ignite, far beyond what Roger could manage at his current stage.

Generally speaking, when a person loses one of their souls, they become absent-minded, suffer from memory loss, and fall into a state of mild idiocy.

Roger looked back and saw a man over three meters tall, his veins bulging and muscles knotted, at least two and a half times his own width. Every step the giant took caused the ground to rumble with a low, muffled sound, indicating his immense weight.

"Bang!" A loud crash echoed. Fan Tong instinctively slammed on the brakes, and then a dark shadow suddenly slammed into the car’s windshield, shattering the glass before rolling off.

I’m sorry, Fei’er, but I have my principles. I cannot help Huzi deceive his family. If you can see this from the afterlife, you won’t blame me, right?

Reporter Kailin pestered Ma Anguo with persistent coaxing until she was certain he would not accept an interview, at which point she took her cameraman and retreated. In the hallway, they encountered a Chinese male doctor. She immediately employed her charms, using a sweet tone to extract the information she wanted from him.

For a moment, Su Danshui couldn't decide whether to call her lucky or foolish.

Jinkui opened her eyes wide in the pouring rain, watching as the tall coral trees retreated one by one behind her. These giants, once over a dozen meters high, were now reduced to pathetic canopies, their red flowers struggling in the miserable wind and rain.

Xiao Tianye cast a cold, indifferent gaze at Xiao Huan and the other seven, wiping the dark red blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression remaining entirely unchanged.