Chapter 45: Are You Satisfied?

“Who the hell are you?” Xu Mingchuan was seething with anger.

“My name is Tingting. You asked me to come serve you last night—did you forget?” Tingting sat up with ease, making no attempt to cover herself, completely unashamed.

“Who the hell told you to come serve me? Get out!” Xu Mingchuan grabbed the blanket, threw it over her, and stormed into the bathroom in a fit of rage.

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Let’s put this quest aside for now. The requirement is to reach level 80 anyway, and once we do, we’ll know what comes next. There’s no point worrying about it at the moment. Still, we’d been walking for who knows how many minutes, and the boss was nowhere to be seen.

Dong Xian recognized these men as the trusted personal guards that Hua Hong had assigned to his subordinates before leaving. Each of them was already renowned as a formidable figure and, under Dong Xian’s command, had become his right-hand men. Only Jiao Yong was not his subordinate. But Dong Xian knew these were all people Hua Hong had once relied upon.

As he spoke, Celestial Supreme recalled his own journey. It had taken him several hundred years of cultivation to advance from the Nascent Soul stage to the True Immortal realm, a path marked by untold hardship. Yet how long had it taken his master to reach the same height?

When Ling Feng narrowly dodged the dagger, he barely had time to catch his breath before he was startled to find Li Tianzhi right beside him. His scream was cut short as Li Tianzhi’s hand clamped viciously around his throat.

Just as Luo Ping and his companions were reeling in shock, and the three Supreme Immortals were left puzzled and furious, a terrifying force surged from the ground, flooding the area and descending upon Luo Ping and his group.

Zhang Fugui, seeing Luo Ping’s brazen resistance, was inwardly delighted. Seizing the moment, he rushed to reveal the old man’s identity before anyone else could.

With a single move, the tables had turned. The demonic fiend finally broke into a smile, his face contorted with bloodthirsty cruelty.

After entering the hospital room together, she stared blankly at the bandaged figure on the bed. Jin Runan whispered that she’d step outside, and if anything came up, Hua could call her. She added that the police had already sealed off the area, so no one would disturb them.

A dragon coiled gracefully around my sword. With a shout, the dragon sprang from my blade and shot straight at the bone dragon. “Crack!”—critical hit, 2013. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief.

The man waved a fan in his right hand. His delicate features carried a hint of something uncanny, leaving others with a strange sense of discomfort. He seemed to be about twenty-four or twenty-five years old.

Yun Du was filled with admiration, but busy to the point of exhaustion. She tried calling Shi Lingyan, but there was no answer at all.

Hearing Meng Po’s puzzled words, Leng Feng wondered—could it be that these two mighty beings were not in the same space? Did they really know nothing of each other?

The conversation broke down repeatedly, tension mounting with each attempt. Meanwhile, fans watching the live broadcast online were flooding the screen with a relentless barrage of comments.

“Hmph. Did I permit you to act?” The Duke of Yu let out a cold snort, leapt forward, long blade in hand, bringing down a chilling slash.

“Damn!” But at that moment, Xu Feng’s attention wasn’t on his words, but on his mount—the black panther.

Meanwhile, inside the Golden Light Cave of Qianyuan Mountain, Grandmaster Taiyi was meditating when he saw the entire lotus pond begin to stir. He was utterly baffled.

Once the call connected, the Guardian of Xiuli Nation could be heard respectfully negotiating with the King of Xiuli in their native tongue.

“That won’t happen. My grandparents have always hoped I’d go to college. I can’t let them down. As for what comes after, I’ll have to rely on you, Auntie!” Xie Zhao paused, instantly grasping her roommate’s meaning, and responded softly, following her lead.