Chapter 167: Eyes Like

It was Karina who eventually pleaded with Mr. Cullen, finally securing Wen Caiqing’s release on bail. When Ji Huaili learned that Wen Caiqing had returned, he made a point of calling to offer his condolences. Wen Caiqing played along on the surface, but inwardly, she cursed him for his hypocrisy. She had long since seen through Ji Huaili’s true nature; he was nothing more than a wolf that would devour you whole without leaving a trace. If she had truly faced ruin, not only would he have refused to help, but he would likely have been the first to kick her while she was down.

As for the results, although Dema was not entirely satisfied, he was certainly relieved. He looked toward Xiao Qiang, who was standing at the starting line in the distance, and gave a symbolic shake of his fists, clearly an act of intimidation.

Having missed once, Quan Ya did not intend to give up. With a sudden burst of energy, he lunged forward, flipping over and pouncing toward Ban Ruo again with the ferocity of a starving wolf.

Guided by Bai Qi, Qin Chuan traveled from the passage connecting the Underworld and the Demon Realm into the Demon Realm. It was a world much like the Underworld, shrouded in dim, gloomy weather. The range of visibility was limited to only three or four miles; beyond that, everything blurred. However, the space here was far more stable than that of the Underworld.

To Qin Chuan, however, this was as good as nothing. A cluster of violet flames surged from his body, and in the blink of an eye, the entire iron cage had melted away.

What truly stirred the hearts of many cultivators, however, was that the legacy left behind by the Great Desolate God King did not depend on one’s cultivation level, but solely on luck. Consequently, a vast number of cultivators, eager to try their fortune, rushed toward the secret cave realm.

Seeing Huang Shaohua, who had managed to bewitch Lin Yuhan and even dared to argue with Grandmaster Nishuang, he naturally felt a flicker of curiosity.

"Let's fight! Even if I die, I'm taking a few down with me!" Murong Ling'er, filled with despair, shouted in a fit of angry desperation as she raised her weapon.

"Alright, since you are willing to cooperate, that is for the best. May I ask your name? And what is your relationship to Kun Shan?" Meng Bingling asked gently, doing her best not to provoke any resentment.

As she spoke, she looked like a young child, her face puffed up in a pout, looking incredibly adorable.

In terms of status, Wan Qianqiu certainly had the potential to become a Divine General or even something greater. Yet, at present, he was merely a Celestial God of the Zhoutian Realm, far inferior to General Bai Tao.

"Master Tang, are you free right now? Something huge has happened here at Boss Ke’s headquarters!" Old Zhuang was clearly anxious; his tone held a hint of agitation, lacking his usual composure.

Ziyu watched Chu Shanhe and the others before her, her nerves instantly tightening. She and Steward Huang had been pursuing another member of the Chu family, only to realize that the person had lured them directly to where Chu Shanhe was waiting.

In a place like Hong Kong, only ten media outlets had been invited, and even that was only out of consideration for the local press; otherwise, given Hong Kong’s current status and influence, they would have been granted at most two or three spots.

Tang Chen was not one to boast, but few people dared to offend a Feng Shui master, fearing that someone might tamper with their home and ruin the excellent Feng Shui they possessed.

After hanging up, Chen Jun dialed another number, spoke a few words in a low voice, and then kept responding with nods before ending the call. Once the phone was put away, Chen Jun turned the car and increased his speed, racing along the road from Tianhai City to Anhua City.

"Everyone, stay calm," Lei Ziming said, then added over the radio, "I have already notified the military police via the secure channel." His voice was remarkably steady, and the unarmed students began to lose their sense of panic.

As Kumu La explained, he kept a close watch on Young Master Lin’s expression. Finding that the young man appeared merely curious rather than displaying any other reaction, his initial anxiety gradually subsided.

"Go and finish off those two natives." Dagas had not forgotten the two people who could speak, who were still tied up. He had no intention of letting the tribal warriors chase him down.