Chapter 58 Photographic Memory and the Compass-Grande Qin: Comparando os filhos, o Ancestral Dragão ficou pasmo(O vento sopra por milhares de quilômetros sem nuvens no céu.)

"Since it's not far from the base, let her come up. But considering it's not your vehicle, I hope she won't be too... hehe," Su Mo left the sentence unfinished.

Ye Xiang and Su Guo were stationed not far from Ye Qi on opposite sides. As more and all sorts of zombies climbed up, the supernatural beings lining the city walls stood shoulder to shoulder, each guarding their respective sectors and striking down the ascending zombies.

"Won't that exhaust Qingming to death? With all those suitors of yours, if Qingming has to duel them one by one, how could he possibly handle it?" Wang Tao asked with a smile.

Just as Lei Tian was pulling Li Yun toward the beach, the Ice-Source Giant Dragon was frantically launching ice and fire attacks against the high-level masters above the Venerable God rank. The Divine King and Demon King were still barely able to withstand the onslaught of the Ice-Source Giant Dragon.

Tricov leaped up excitedly, imitating Tang Haodong's posture from earlier with all four limbs on the ground, and began to spin forward. However, Ivanovski immediately heard the chaotic and crunching sound of footsteps on snow! Ivanovski shook his head with a bitter smile: As expected, this move wasn't so easy to master.

Ye Xiang had already expended a great deal of mental and physical energy during the battle outside the city. Now, faced with such an absurdity, she felt even more furious and depressed. Why on earth did this have to do with her? A vixen, of all things! Ye Xiang gave a helpless, bitter smile.

Well, fine! My company had just started out; the corporate seal hadn't been carved yet, and I hadn't even had the chance to pick up the business license, yet suddenly I was President Tang. President Tang it is, then! Tang Haodong greeted everyone with a smile.

Initially, the First Madam thought Hao Liandengshen was trying to deceive her, perhaps suspecting her inwardly all along while pretending to believe her words. But when she looked into his eyes, she realized that he genuinely trusted her.

"Brought it up in advance? Did he ever give me a chance? He threatened Liuli with my life! Who is the immoral one here?" Ruo Li demanded angrily, as clusters of scorching, fierce flames surged up behind him toward the sky, fully demonstrating the rage burning in his heart.

On the left was a pitch-black Asura with bulging muscles, a handsome face, and six arms raised in fiery shapes.

"He is still not out of mortal danger. The doctor says we need to perform surgery immediately, but right now it's impossible to proceed!" Chen Min said with a heavy tone.

Several servants had been outside the door earlier and hadn't heard the conversation inside. Now, they were somewhat startled. Since the deceased was not Gong Qin, it set their minds much at ease. If Gong Qin was not dead, then Ye Se had no motive for murder. It seemed these police officers were truly formidable—none of them had expected the truth to turn out this way.

After leaving the imperial palace, Zhang Zhijie went straight to the Brocade Guard and instructed them to keep an eye on the rumors circulating in the capital, reporting to him promptly if any unusual movements occurred.

"I know who the murderer is, and I know how the murderer left the crime scene," Tang Long stated with precise judgment.

"Heh, that's something Youjun tinkered with earlier!" Anyu explained at length, amusing the other party as well. Hearty laughter drifted out of the vehicle.

"The Sirius Hall, the conference room. Let's go. Young master Hongyan and Old Nine should both be waiting for us," the old grandmother said calmly. Her walking stick tapped rhythmically against the stone pavement as she headed toward the Sirius Hall.

Furthermore, it had actually drawn out an SSS-rank supernatural being today? And allowed him to successfully break through beyond the SSS-rank?

A strand of primordial chaos light burst forth from the cross-legged figure, only to vanish just as abruptly, appearing so sudden as if it had never existed at all.

The power structure of the tribe was very simple: the Chieftain, the Priest, the Elders... This trinity ruled over all the tribesmen. Among them, the Chieftain held military power within the tribe, functioning essentially as the leader of the warriors.

Wu Yan frowned. "Aiya, I wonder where that fellow Xiaofeng ran off to. He's nowhere to be seen at such a critical moment!" For a moment, Wu Yan felt at a loss. She desperately wanted to go back and check on Dao Jie's condition, yet she feared walking right into an enemy trap, so she vented all her frustration on Mu Xiaofeng.

Although it required the sustenance of powerful spiritual energy, Yan Yi still felt quite confident in his own mental strength.

"May I ask if the two of you would like some wine?" The waiter held an electronic order device, having recorded the set meal chosen by Mu Xiaofeng and Fang Yan, before making the inquiry.

The moment the final line was recited, whether from the main hall on the first floor or the private rooms on the second, came a series of clattering crashes. Clearly, teacups had been dropped and shattered, while some patrons even spat out the tea they had just sipped, coughing violently.

Let us not forget that Mu Xiaofeng was no upright gentleman, and he possessed a vast array of offensive techniques. It could be said that his aptitude for underhanded tactics was not a bit inferior to Uncle Li's. Seemingly anticipating Uncle Li's next move, Mu Xiaofeng struck first. Opening his mouth, he projected an object straight at Uncle Li.

She generally never attended celebrations held after a television drama wrapped up. Although certain unspoken rules in the industry weren't explicitly stated, A-list stars like her were somewhat aware of them. Even though Director Lee Hyung-min was not that kind of person, Sung Yu-ri preferred not to break her established habit.

Therefore, the Antarctic Heavenly Emperor Shennong immediately dispatched Zhurong, second only to himself within their main force, to engage in battle, while he himself intended to stay behind to deal with the yet-unseen blue-robed man.

The person Zhang Xian least wished to mention had appeared. Yes, within the Zhang family, aside from Zhang Xian's father, his uncle was the most successful. They were the pride of the household, biological brothers born of the same womb, yet they had ultimately turned against each other and become bitter enemies.