Volume 1, Chapter 35: The Results of Shen Sisi’s Political Background Check Are Out

Gu Chengfeng did not wait for the sentry to announce him; he strode over as swiftly as the wind. As Shen Sisi looked up, she happened to lock eyes with his radiant, beaming face. The area was swarming with soldiers, all clad in identical military overcoats, yet he stood out in the crowd with effortless distinction. Exceptionally handsome, with a mischievous smirk playing on his lips, he approached her step by step, cutting through the throng.

Only when his blade was chipped and dulled did the demon finally drop his sword, his face streaked with tears. Staggering, he turned back, knelt before the figure in black, and kowtowed three times. As he straightened his body, he collapsed, unconscious.

"Either stay put, or transcend the boundaries of the Dharma Realm." A shadow of unease clouded Supreme Master Zhang’s heart. He felt as though the future remained shrouded in gloom, as if an infinite weight were pressing down upon his soul.

Having been reduced to a pool of blood, his true form could hardly be faring well. Without a will of iron, it would be no surprise if he had already perished. He was fortunate to have a master of such noble character; if there were a position higher than "Top Disciple," Ning Moli would likely be revising the rankings in real-time.

Sophia’s reaction was even more dramatic. She simply vanished, and no one knew where she had gone, but Lin Ai had a hunch that Judas’s amusement park was about to be confiscated by the state.

His death hex had never failed before. Even if it could not instantly eliminate an opponent, it would always inflict severe damage upon their consciousness.

"I think it’s bound to be terrible," Judas said without hesitation. It was because of this play that someone had torn off the theater’s seals, so he was hardly likely to look kindly upon its creator.

A faint, ghostly red light shimmered in the air. The ground was composed of hundreds of thousands of red crystals fitted together, resembling a massive, hatched insect egg. The crystals piled up densely from the edges toward the center, rising into pillars that culminated in a gargantuan, egg-shaped cocoon at the highest point.

"What’s wrong with everyone today?" Director Qin muttered to himself, scraping the mud off his boots as he emerged from the vegetable patch. "Why does everyone look so familiar?" No sooner had he spoken than a series of car horns blared from outside the alley.

On that day, in the Death Forest of eastern Zhao, a mysterious, flickering orb of light whistled off toward the horizon, pursued closely by a man in white wearing a mask.

"Who are you trying to kill? If you dare touch a single hair on his head, I’ll end you!" Sisi’s demeanor shifted in an instant, her eyes filled with murderous intent and icy indifference.

The relief felt by Bai Po was so overwhelming that the weight lifting from his shoulders crushed him instead, causing him to lose consciousness entirely.

In the end, that cosmic-level superhuman sacrificed his life to perish alongside the demon. The demon’s hand, severed during the battle, was collected and preserved in the Museum of Antiquities at Bolan Academy after the passage of time.

Lin Weitong felt a surge of warmth and opened her eyes to find herself resting in Ye Hao’s arms. Seeing that he had woken up, a beautiful smile blossomed on her face. "You’re finally awake." Although she had sensed that he was alright over the past few days, she had still kept a worried vigil by his side.

Chu Bin had just finished his shower and was wearing nothing but a bath towel, leaving his thick, muscular physique exposed.

The terms of the collaboration were unexpectedly simple; Yang Maomao held two roses, feeling a sense of disbelief in her heart.

It is perhaps more accurate to say that the players did not go to destroy everything, but rather re-experienced these events as participants, attempting to find ways to heal the trauma. After all, Gou Xiaoxiao had tried many times, and discovered that resolving issues rationally without bloodshed was indeed a viable method.

Next came the match between Xiao Yi and Lei Huo. It had to be said that Lei Huo was truly skilled; the two traded blows for dozens of rounds until Xiao Yi suddenly unleashed a burst of power, knocking Lei Huo off the stage.

If Song Weiwei knew that Ye Hao thought of her as such a terrifying person, she might well have had the urge to beat him to death.