Chapter 168: No Mastermind Behind the Scenes

"Who goes there! Daring to cause trouble at my Yang family estate?"

Outside the building, a flustered voice rang out.

Yang Bingguo, the chairman of the Loulan Real Estate Group, had arrived!

He possessed a personal fortune of fifty billion, and his group's market value exceeded two hundred billion, controlling a commercial empire worth hundreds of billions.

However, his demeanor and aura were somewhat different from what one would expect given his status.

...

In an instant, they enveloped both Tang Shaoxiang and Shan Gong'er within them, and then shot toward the destination imagined in Tang Shaoxiang's mind, vanishing into the vast firmament in a flash.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Tang Shaoxiang launched a flying kick straight into the man in black's chest, sending him flying dozens of meters away.

Simply put, Balotelli viewed himself as a player of sudden inspiration. To put it bluntly: "I've got talent, who's afraid of whom?" On the pitch, he didn't need all that pointless running; as long as he seized a single opportunity, that was enough.

"Fine! Let's compete like this. When it comes to absolute sincerity toward the Dao of Alchemy, how could I possibly be inferior to you?" Rong Tingxuan was momentarily stunned, clearly not expecting Yue Chengfeng to produce pills he had refined himself—meaning, up until that moment, he hadn't even known that Yue Chengfeng was capable of alchemy.

Next! Wang Lingyu also ran into trouble. Bolts of lightning as thick as a human arm continuously crashed down toward him, keeping him entirely occupied and leaving him with no spare energy to bail Yue Chengfeng out. In the end, he had no choice but to retreat some four or five zhang away from Yue Chengfeng, whereupon the lightning finally ceased its pursuit of him.

"I concede, how could I not? I'm still waiting to see how this unfolds," Du Jingtao said, spreading his hands.

It was already a wonder he hadn't started scolding the players on the field. He was well aware of his team's weaknesses and knew just how difficult this match would be, so he had at least prepared himself mentally for being at a disadvantage.

"Can't reach them? Artillery, where is our artillery?" What had left the deepest impression on Wang Jing over the past half day was the artillery.

Watching Le Tan pounce toward him once more, he involuntarily closed his eyes, abandoning all hope of survival.

Following the previous incident, the hotel staff felt deeply apologetic toward Ye Xian and Yun Fei'er, which made it very easy for Ye Xian to gain entry into the interior of the hotel this time.

Shi Yajie wasn't a fool either; she could tell that this man likely knew the police officers.

The sword in Lu Lingmeng's hand was called Canhong. Its origins were unknown to anyone other than Lu Lingmeng herself, though rumors claimed it was a dragon-slaying sword that had once killed a true dragon, overflowing with malevolent Qi that very few could ever hope to control.

Hehe, hearing this, Wang Zhirong finally understood everything. This ark had arrived in the Titan star system only after Thirteen had left the Warhammer 40K universe, which explained why Thirteen knew nothing about it.

The dagger slashed through the air without causing a single ripple, yet it was precisely this trait that made it impossible to guard against. In an instant, it arrived three inches from Lin Yu's throat. At such a distance, killing someone took less than half a second, perhaps even less.

Anmida looked back and saw her beloved, Wang Jin's familiar face. A warm current immediately surged through Anmida's heart, instantly clearing her mind.

What was somewhat unexpected, however, was that the main gates were tightly shut in broad daylight, looking completely deserted. The two exchanged glances, both reading the mutual doubt in each other's eyes.

Judging by how the spiritual projection's expression changed drastically upon hearing the name "Tianyan," did it seem to be quite familiar with the existence of Tianyan?

With dark red, chilling eyes, a pair of curved dark-red horns grew backward from its head, making it look like a transformed bovine demon beast. Its indifferent gaze looked down coldly at Hu Guiyi, who had been blasted into the sunken ground, with red gleams darting within its cold pupils, devoid of a single shred of mortal emotion.

Finally, Xianglan was surrounded by a swarm of enemies. Just as he was about to be hacked to pieces by indiscriminate blows, ten figures flew toward him, batting away all the puppets blocking the path between him and his comrades. In the end, three members of the Imperial Guard broke through the puppets' interception and reached his side.