182: Chapter 182 It...is an Emperor-level bloodline?!

That's right. Only an Emperor-grade Bloodline could possibly achieve this, and so easily force these naturally unruly demonic beasts to submit!

Especially the performance of the Thousand-Feather Snow Eagle; it further proves this point.

For a King-grade bloodline demonic beast, an Imperial-grade Bloodline might make it fearful, but it could never make it submit from the heart.

Even to the point of ignoring its master's commands.

Only an Emperor-grade Bloodline can do that!

Mu Shoushan's eyes were truly shining this time.

He really liked the effect of this advertisement. This was the cooperation agreement he had Tang Tian finalize with all the radio stations across the country. The radio stations could get songs under Gold Typhoon for free, playing them up to three times a day. In the process, they had to cooperate with Gold Typhoon's promotion—meaning helping them sell albums or MP3 players.

Han Shaoxun's lips twitched. This girl was truly drunk; she didn't even know where the restroom was. He bent down, scooped her up horizontally, and turned to head to the upstairs restroom.

Additionally, there was no shortage of people vowing that they had long seen Zhang Ruofeng was no ordinary person, claiming he was the Heavenly Bear Star descended to earth and would surely achieve great things.

Bai Qiong felt very innocent. The poison belonged to it, but it hadn't ordered the person to be harmed. It felt very depressed; being a pet was quite stifling.

Although she didn't know Zhang Yong's true purpose for looking for her this time, there were things she had to guard against. Despite her worries, to avenge her mother, she had to go even if that place was a dragon's pool or a tiger's den.

"What Yuan Shikai seeks is nothing more than the position of the Great President of the Republic of China. I can express my support for him on this. As of now, in terms of both prestige and power, Yuan Xiangcheng is the natural choice." Fang Jianxiong's words were shocking, considering the two sides were still fighting to the death.

The awards Lin Mu was nominated for this year were Best Screenwriter and Best Actor. The one about to be presented now was Best Actor.

The health center of Xihezi Township, like other township-level units, was mostly located on East-West Street. Speaking of which, this township health center was separated from the township government by only a wall; the health center was to the east, and the township government was to the west.

Because of this matter, her mother and Uncle Ye had both been killed. She didn't want to involve Han Shaoxun anymore.

After she left, Lin Mu let out a soft sigh and lit a cigarette. Since he was already out, he might as well check in with Liu Yan, lest 'Big Swallow' feel the company didn't value her since everyone else had lead roles except her.

Saint Pus also felt that Lan Jing'er's way of speaking was inappropriate, so he spoke directly to Jie in his mind. Then, Jie, who had been floating motionless nearby, suddenly dived down, passed directly under Lan Jing'er, and forcibly scooped her up.

The Fire Qilin's eyes widened. He was focused on Ye Xuan's eyes, which were starting to turn strange. Especially his right eye, where odd symbols seemed to appear. Then, Murong Baizhan's body collapsed straight down.

This also proved that in the Cangyun Realm of long ago, true dragons did exist.

A poorly made machete was struck by him, and the blade bent instantly, deeply terrifying the guy holding it.

Especially the blood-red coffin seen earlier in that funeral procession from the bus—were the two of them one and the same?

"Look at how little ambition you have." At this moment, the fat man's eyes were full of gold; how could he see anything else?

No one dared to reject the words of the Myriad Dragon God-Demon. After all, the Iron-Blood Demon Palace was influential, and among their three God-Demons, the Qu Bo God-Demon was an array master.

Unexpectedly, after Dian Cheng participated once, he and the captains under his command grew fond of this face-to-face communication mode, making the subsequent merger a natural progression.

He enjoyed this state that felt like nirvana, or perhaps it should be said that he was afraid of the 'outside'.