Chapter 54: A Moment of Romance

Having lost their spacecraft and bases, the scattered Lizardmen who once mingled among Earth humans were reduced to the status of interstellar vagrants. Aside from providing bizarre anecdotes for Earth media and the general public, they no longer posed any threat.

"You mean the Akatsuki is capturing the Tailed Beasts in order to summon the Ten-Tails?" Everyone in the conference room was dumbfounded. Where on earth did a Ten-Tails suddenly come from?

"Hoo, hoo, hoo~" Hu Yu teleported several hundred meters away, panting heavily, feeling a slight dizziness in his head. He shook his head, knowing that he could not afford to collapse at this moment. Once he fell, there wouldn't even be anyone left to collect his corpse; he would likely end up inside the disgusting stomachs of the remaining two beast-race creatures.

Boom! The Mingwang Pagoda trembled violently. The patterns on its body wriggled intensely like snakes encountering boiling water, then slowly faded until they finally disappeared.

With no money left at home, Wei Hong and her husband stopped visiting, claiming they were too busy with business and had no time to return.

Yet, Qin Mu was completely unaware of all this. He only felt that the way everyone around him looked at him had completely changed. The murderous intent in their gazes was gone, replaced instead by a series of covetous expressions, as if he were some sort of delectable delicacy.

She was talking about the Chinese New Year when the children from several families gathered together. It was absolute, endless chaos, with five meals a day.

Tang Luo remained completely unfazed by this, whereas Ming Luo behind him kept bowing and apologizing to passersby with a smile.

Xu Ying rarely showed such a side, and Liu Mingda stared unblinkingly, wishing he were in his own room right now so he could pull Xu Ying into his arms and lavish her with affection.

This villa was built upon a mountain and was remarkably vast. Lin Tian concealed his aura within the darkness, though he couldn't help wondering who had built this villa and why it was called the Unmanned Villa.

"Brother Chu, you are planning to establish a passage between the two realms?" Di Wu Xiaoyao asked in utter astonishment, his voice slipping out as he was thoroughly startled by what Chu Tian intended to do.

Yet if she wasn't with Wang Ze, why had he been able to hear the sound of Lin Nuo talking with Wang Ze over the phone earlier?

Quite a few people still recognized Liao Huo. Individuals whose cultivation levels far surpassed theirs were like infants before this man, easily dispatched with a gentle flick of a sword. This was even more shocking than the towering piles of corpses built up by the magician.

While Su Tianling was deep in thought, the doorbell of the villa suddenly rang, interrupting his train of thought.

Cai Xu, a martial artist at the ninth level of Houtian, looked on with a grim expression as the people around him fell one by one. Soon after, his furious gaze locked onto Chu Tian, who was standing on the arena stage.

Yet reality was precisely like that; it felt as though an invisible pair of huge hands were pushing you forward, forcing you to confront the very things you feared.

If the opponent had only one Immortal Emperor, it would not be too difficult to handle, but if there were multiple Immortal Emperors, the difficulty would skyrocket.

Enduring this formidable shockwave and immense destructive power, Thanos—who was using six arms to prop up his magical barrier—felt pain simultaneously register across his three faces.

Jiao Zuo and Li Yong were not seeking help from Wuyue and Jiaojong, as they themselves could not be certain whether those two were truly secret agents of the Chu State. However, the intelligence they received indicated that the mission was indeed to help Mo Wuji restore his nation. In their desperation, they had no choice but to turn to Mu Ming, who had previously shown them a trace of kindness.

In truth, success was far from guaranteed, especially since these self-proclaimed international experts currently showed no remarkable capabilities whatsoever.

"Damn it!" Zhang Haoran remained seated in the corner, slowly sipping his red wine. At that moment, Long Jun walked over to Zhang Haoran's side with a somewhat indignant expression.

The rest of the immortals were even more dumbfounded upon hearing this; while they placed great emphasis on magical treasures, they had truly neglected spirit beasts.

The Lord of Death Castle wore a solemn expression. He laid down the work in his hands and walked over to the flying dragon, his hands stained with blood.

"They left together?" My heart tightened. I snatched the note from Director Ding's hand and unfolded it. Sure enough, it was written in my master's neat and square handwriting, even if the lines were somewhat irregular. At a single glance, anyone could tell it was written by him.

The charming young woman smiled mysteriously and said, "I'm teaching you how to be shrewd, but big sister isn't going to tell you." With that, she picked up her basket and walked away.

Xia Nian showed not a trace of bewilderment; instead, she offered a slight smile, as warm and radiant as the morning sun breaking through the dawn.

Zhang Haoran's expression shifted as a dark thought crossed his mind: could this strange illness of hers truly be so difficult to treat? Just by looking at the flickering gleam in the doctor's eyes, he knew this request must be quite bizarre—just as bizarre as her affliction.

Zhang Haoran lashed out with a kick. Before the young man even realized what was happening, the fellow who had intended to beat him up was sent flying, soaring five or six meters backward before crashing right through into the barbershop outside.

Not long after Zhang Haoran slammed into the ground, a silver light also burst forth from the tornado and crashed down beside him—it was none of other than the Nine-Song spear. Sent spinning through the air in a blur of rotations, the silver spear ultimately plunged deep into the earth.

Being able to confront such matters still drove one to seek a way to resolve the problem.

Build a few more rooms and more heated brick beds (*kang*), and install a couple more cooking stoves to heat them. Otherwise, the rooms that are too far away won't get warm enough.

Meng Zui's inclination for revenge was still far too heavy; he constantly sought to recover the value he had invested from Yuan Chenghuang, but such fantasies were ultimately destined to never be realized.

He led me to take the elevator, which was probably privately reserved. It even required a password to operate. I couldn't help but inwardly marvel at whether a mere bar needed to be this high-tech.

The Jin soldiers holding light shields were knocked down in neat rows and piles. In the blink of an eye, over a hundred men met their doom.