Volume 1, Chapter 41: A Fierce Brawl & Can a Person Evade Responsibility

Luo Xuan did not sleep well all night, tossing and turning until the early hours of the morning before finally drifting into a fitful sleep.

Yet, just as it turned seven-thirty in the morning, she was awakened by a phone call.

It was Lin Zhaodi: "I told you to bring gifts and get on the good side of the people from the Coral Group. Did you go yesterday?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Qian and the others were immediately shocked. According to what the purple-robed elder said, a divine palace would manifest in a month's time, and those who entered it would obtain heaven-defying inheritances. Expressions of anticipation appeared on everyone's faces.

Even ordinary beasts, when present in such massive numbers, could wear down and exhaust a Foundation Establishment cultivator to death, let not even be mentioned Foundation Establishment-level skeletal demon beasts.

From afar, a figure hurried past ahead. Summoning my courage, I rushed forward to pursue them, hoping to inquire about the path.

Chu Tianzhao had not expected things to turn out this way. Hearing the sounds of weapons and footsteps approaching, and fearing that the commotion would grow too large, he hurriedly scrambled out the window and fled.

Originally, Feng Qian had wanted to purchase a Spirit-Ascending Herb in Wumu City to refine a Spirit-Ascending Pill, but he could not be certain whether Wumu City actually had any Spirit-Ascending Herb for sale. It would be better to wait until they reached Annan City to buy it. Annan City was extremely prosperous, and most importantly, it was guaranteed to have the Spirit-Ascending Herb on sale.

Compared to Ding Yue's explosive and perfect performance as a substitute for the first time, or even his subsequent brace, or his flawless ability to shoulder the team's burden when the team's main stars were unable to play, none of those had been quite as startling.

Senna once said that compared to standard dry-weather races, a wet-weather race undoubtedly tested a driver's raw feel for driving even more. Amidst the omnipresent, subtle losses of control of the racing car, a driver's momentary intuition was often even more important than their driving technique.

Ding Yue's pass completion rate remained remarkably high, largely because he hardly ever made any forward passes.

"...Actually, many of you present here are veterans who have spent years rolling and struggling in the business world. For me to talk about managing a racing team here is undoubtedly like showing off one's slight skill before an expert. However, I still want to ask everyone a question here, and you can all ask yourselves: do you truly understand the sport of racing?"

Without a moment's hesitation, he took a step back and used his right hand to tightly grip his left arm, simultaneously concealing the thin, thread-like mark.

Before departure, a soldier noticed Jie Chen, took two steps forward to stand right in front of him, and looked him up and down.

"Why didn't the Corpse King kill my grandfather?" My advancing steps suddenly came to a halt as I cast a puzzled gaze toward the virtue-less Daoist priest.

The surrounding onlookers were inwardly shocked and sighed in amazement; Lin Hai's actions truly exceeded their imaginations.

This black-robed youth had a mysterious background and showed no fear toward the Sword-Attendant lineage, which piqued Qin Yu's curiosity, making him wish to forge a friendship.

The submarine that had infiltrated the lake was now wedged in the mechanism at the lakebed. The exterior of the submarine was made entirely of steel and was extremely sturdy, so the arrows caused no damage at all. However, the submarine was stuck—unable to go up or down—while lake water continually poured in through the gaps.

Sun Qian was deeply puzzled by Jiang Yiyan's words. Tianyu Group was a rare and extraordinary private enterprise, and furthermore, this charity auction was meant to be Tianyu Group's contribution to China's philanthropic endeavors. Logically speaking, China would surely provide tight protection for it; yet now, Jiang Yiyan was actually asking him to cooperate with the police! What kind of secrets were hidden within this?

Seeing that Fusang was struggling, Ye Fei unleashed his "Path of Flying Knives," sending a giant flying blade slashing down toward Fengshan. Everyone held their breath.

After all, this "Lantern Festival Night" was a unique custom exclusive to Xiyi City, and it would not be a bad idea to stroll around and enjoy it properly. Moreover, now that Wang Erhei was nowhere to be seen, Ruyue and Liu Meilan would no longer be a burden to him.