22 The Male Supporting Actor in Show Business

After traveling not far, the Ganye Temple came into view. It was a magnificent complex with dark gray roof tiles and whitewashed walls, looking far more imposing than the Linggan Temple.

Lin Xiao gasped for breath, his face deathly pale. Though his internal energy remained abundant, his spirit was exhausted to the extreme. Unable to stop his body from trembling, he collapsed to the ground.

Fortunately, Shi Xi’s peerless lightness skill had saved her life; a timely dodge meant her chest was only sliced open, affecting the flesh rather than bones or organs. The Jade Ring Earthworm Water possessed powerful analgesic, hemostatic, and tissue-regenerating properties, making it the perfect remedy.

At this moment, time was life. Wang Xun and Wang Han were drenched in sweat, operating electronic instruments with cautious precision. Their fingers flickered rapidly, reaching the limits of their capability.

Because Zhong Jinhui insisted on keeping a low profile, not only were there no horses brought along, but there were also strict requirements for his entourage. Aside from Gu Baichuan, Wang Peng, Yu Changjian, and Zheng Zhilong, everyone else had been dispersed.

There were no brilliant sword glows or sharp bursts of energy. Returning to simplicity, the artless sword technique contained the subtle principles of the Great Dao, yet it could shake mountains and rivers and shatter refined iron.

"You... are you Chinese?" The surprise on his face was hard to conceal. One had to understand... in this day and age, the chance of meeting Chinese people in London was nearly zero, and these two were not even wearing queues.

Upon entering the Wind Forest, Xiao Ye felt the presence of a peculiar energy. Although his divine sense was greatly obstructed, fortunately, both his primordial spirit and that of Bielie had reached the Origin Realm stage.

At this time, even though his body was shrouded in blood aura, one could still faintly discern a faint smile on his face, expressing a mix of disbelief and deep approval.

"It’s possible you could beat them to death; the boss is omnipotent," Cang Jianlong said resolutely.

The steamed bun before him ignited a desire for life and stirred his fighting spirit. Disregarding his image and dignity, he snatched the bun from someone else’s hand in an utterly unsightly manner.

"The old rules! Everyone hand over your valuables! If I catch anyone holding back, I’ll chop you down!" A man appearing to be the leader shouted, spittle flying as he saw the villagers surrounded.

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"Let’s go, let’s go!" Bao’s mother was very happy. She relished the feeling of going to her maiden family to show off.

"Take good care of my Seventh Great-Uncle!" After shouting this, Mu Sen unleashed his blade. It was as swift as a fleeting shadow. The Golden Core God-race warrior had only just reacted when he felt a sea of blades engulfing him. He prepared to counterattack, but before he could even draw his weapon from his universe ring, his head soared into the sky.

Everyone looked at one another and then focused their gaze on the leader. The leader nodded, and they quickly moved to prepare. What was once pitch black now seemed to reveal a glimmer of light.

Hearing the Emperor address him so affectionately, Wu Shiyue and Pei Ji rose from their seats in unison, knelt, and wept, choked with sobs.

With a tone full of mockery, the Second Elder of the Demon Spirit Sect clearly did not believe a word Chu Ming had said.

On a certain level, the Dragon Fish was already on the grill, though it was not dead, whimpering as it lay there. Beneath the grill, a ball of Infinite Fire, transformed into the child Aolai, was watching it, occasionally turning it over.

"Understood," the young officer said, cupping his hands, though his expression remained filled with bewilderment.

"Square but not round—perhaps that is the true essence of drawing talismans," Master Lu said, whether intentionally or not.

"Wait, something is approaching!" Chen Danqing frowned, speaking suddenly as he turned to look behind him.

Compared to the fact that Chen Qingyang possessed a storage treasure of unbelievable size, Zuo Qinyan was more curious as to why he wanted to collect these corpses.

"Brother Yang, put that Demon God Pearl back; only then can the teleportation array be activated," Mu Ge said.

Third Master Mei laughed toward the sky, murmuring to himself, "It seems there will be plenty of fun in the valley in the future. The Spirit Flute is quite adorable and will surely be a beauty of national renown. I wonder if she’ll take a liking to my third disciple. Hahaha." Bored, Third Master Mei had actually begun plotting a marriage for his disciple.

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Furthermore, the Great Dao had once proactively bestowed a massive amount of its source energy upon Jiang Yun, allowing him to become nearly the foremost Dao practitioner within the tripod.

"Your blood is sweet," Louis’s magnetic voice resonated. The next moment, his fangs sank into his own wrist, which he then pressed against Jona’s lips.

Yanji City had already turned away and was walking toward the Jingnan battlefield; he did not want to see Bei Ruguang again.

"Sister Ruo Fei, don't listen to his nonsense. The senior has profound internal energy and left via teleportation," Cai Zhixiong said.

The wind blew, gently brushing against the young man's face, as if the seven hundred million people were responding to him.

It was now 11:03 PM. He looked up at the clear night sky, rubbed his arms, and shivered violently. "Damn it! What’s wrong with the weather lately? How could it suddenly get so cold?" Muttering this, he walked along the dark, deserted road.

"Jianning!" the Qilei clan head shouted coldly. Jianning did not understand. The clan head sighed; in truth, Jianning would naturally forget these things as she grew up, but those people were guilty and fearful, preferring to kill a thousand innocents rather than let one slip away.

Facing the aggressive gaze of Yatogami Tohka, Zhang Liang did not feel the slightest bit of unease. It was merely a white lie; what was there to be nervous about?

Because more people knew of Emperor Xiuluo than knew of Zhang Liang, there was a tinge of helpless, bitter amusement in Zhang Liang's smile when he mentioned this. He didn't know when it had started, but everyone had begun to recognize the mask rather than the man.

If anything could attract attention in the darkness, it was undoubtedly fire. But fire was a luxury, and here, no one dared to risk their life by lighting one. Yet, she was determined to try.