Chapter 139: Calculating

The Zunhao Private Club.

This was an exclusive club owned by Yin Tiancheng, catering to the leisure and entertainment needs of the elite in Bianjing.

Membership fees were one million per year.

Lin Mingming was a VIP at this club. It was precisely because of this status that he was extremely popular at school; the four girls around him were devoted to him, regarding him as a god.

"Sister Lu..."

It was half-true and half-false. Although the scope was far from comparable to the Black Ibis World—not even one percent of it—it was far more troublesome under the current circumstances.

A pristine church, completely devoid of any traces of erosion, stood tall upon a field of emerald green grass.

The monsters might have been waiting for an opportunity, but the professionals could hardly abandon the Stonehenge to pursue the retreating creatures. This feeling of being caught in a spider's web made them intensely uncomfortable.

Having already developed a bloodlust, they would never refuse, and they were quite curious about what this "teleportation" Ling Zhoutian spoke of actually entailed.

You Zishi chuckled to himself. Yang Guang was thirty-seven years old; wasn't there a numerical coincidence with his own "three-seven-twenty-one" time limit?

Although the professionals reacted quickly, they were not the first to clash with the target; it was the combat-trained mortal guards. They had initially surrounded the target, only to be forcibly broken through within seconds.

"Hey, who could witness the greatness of the Great King and not be swayed by his presence? This brave man is surely no exception; it is only natural," the man in black said, interceding on behalf of Meijianchi.

Even though these top-tier cultivators had been embroiled in a cataclysmic, world-upending battle just a short while ago, they now seemed to have made amends.

The Demon Lord was filled with immense frustration, yet he dared not show it. This made him all the more desperate to find the Seven-Colored Order and the Hidden Map, hoping that the God Emperor's Tomb could help him reverse his tragic fate.

Much like how Diablo had possessed Aidan’s body, Andariel, who followed the Lord of Terror, possessed a similar "soul-splitting" ability. She had seduced a human and occupied their body, using it as a puppet to roam the surface and gather intelligence on the Rogue Encampment.

"No matter," Wei Tingzhong said calmly, though he knew perfectly well that the two were merely singing from the same hymn sheet.

Shi Hao did not stop. He flew at a low altitude about ten meters from the shore, skimming the lake for several hundred meters, and encountered no issues.

Trending topics surged like a tidal wave, overwhelming every platform and sweeping away the celebrity gossip that usually dominated the headlines.

"I just didn't want to trouble others. If I were to say a word, my former subordinates would come here and skin you alive," Booth said, his eyes filled with rage as he pointed out the intentions of the orc Bofeng.

Xiao Lizao: I know you aren't blind, so you must be a pig. It's fine if your reaction is slow, and it's fine if you're testing me—I shall persevere.

The manifestation of such self-confidence, whether in marksmanship or any form of defense, could enhance one's strength many times over.

Their expressions were pure, sacred, and natural, untainted by the filth of the secular world. They played a clear, melodic, and pleasant tune, chanting a divine and noble eulogy with sweet voices. It felt like a tribute from the gods themselves, possessing the power to soothe the soul and bring an involuntary sense of peace and tranquility to the heart.

Bu Fan’s report, as always, distanced himself from any involvement. However, the Association did not let it slide this time as they had before. They suspected that Bu Fan had hidden his true strength and tampered with the Yu Gate, leading to the mysterious deaths of the Wild Wolf Guild leader and three D-rank ability users within the Orange-level Yu Gate.

Susu looked at Uncle Fu, who was sitting in the corner of the room drinking from a wine gourd, and said nothing more.