500: Chapter 500 The Mysterious Object, the Secret of the Empress's Rebirth

What Tie Niu said is true; ST Country is currently plunged into dire straits due to foreign invasion.

"Are those two also manga artists?" Qiu Ping asked curiously. However, even as she said this, her feet didn't stop, and she walked straight toward the swings.

Yang Dianfeng had been waiting for this very opportunity. He charged forward fiercely, brandishing his halberd, his face twisted in a ferocious snarl, roaring loud enough to shake the heavens. He looked like a god of war, his halberd wreathed in intense light that remained concentrated rather than dissipating. All his power was focused onto the tip of the halberd, piercing the void directly, aiming to completely shatter the Black Dragon's blood essence.

Over these past few days, with the help of Nie Yuan of the Nie Mansion, his martial strength had skyrocketed. Coupled with consuming the Demon Lord's inner core, his cultivation had shot up like a rocket.

The influence of the 'Blow Root Party' grew stronger and stronger. In just over ten minutes, they had firmly occupied the top comments, achieving an effect similar to fans of trending celebrities controlling the narrative.

The top-tier Wind-Thunder Talisman that Qin Ming had scavenged from Pei Feng was comparable to the self-detonation of a third-level Earth Martial Realm cultivator! However, the power of the Wind-Thunder Talisman was even more terrifying than imagined. Even though Qin Ming had prepared himself and rushed into the alley at the first opportunity, he was still left dizzy by the expanding space and the muffled, thunderous roar.

Upon hearing this, the bald man and the many thugs were extremely depressed and frustrated, their tempers flaring. Damn, they had actually been described as rookies.

In his pain, the bald man could no longer endure it. Disregarding his dignity, he faced Lin Bao'er, fell to his knees, and begged for mercy with cupped hands, his eyes welling with tears, looking utterly pathetic and wretched.

Even a powerful evolver like Lian Feng could not withstand Jiang Jianhong's pressure, so Ximen Qing's aura would naturally not be any weaker.

However, the way he drove on this trip was much more aggressive than usual. He was usually a very steady driver. Although he had less than three years of driving experience, because he was used to riding in Old Bai's car, Bai Muqin's driving style was the complete opposite extreme of Old Bai's. He would rather wait a minute than rush a second.

Wang Ting was known for his good temper and gentlemanly demeanor. He never lost his temper, let alone disparaged anyone—never.

They were currently in a basin described in ancient texts as extremely ominous, named the Crystalline Basin. It was rich in a special type of crystal with a grayish-brown hue, which was said in ancient texts to carry a curse; those who wore or even just approached these crystals would meet with misfortune.

"Have you ever heard of the Main God Space?" When Yin Lingxiu said this, Di Zi'an thought he had misheard.

Yu Deshui had originally thought that hiding in the City God Temple would at least allow him to temporarily save his life, but he hadn't expected that even the entire City God Temple would be collapsed by the heavy rain.

Yang Hao was just preparing to return to school, but when he walked to a remote corner, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The lead bodyguard in black raised a mobile phone and, with a grim face, sternly questioned the man who was being tightly restrained by two other bodyguards.

At this moment, she was wearing a cyan striped dress and had simply slipped on some sandals before walking downstairs. Just as she walked to the mailbox by the door, picked up the newspaper, and prepared to return, suddenly!

Jian Mu knew very well that this was not Deng Shasha's problem at all; it was her own pride at work, the jealousy she had been harboring deep inside.

Indeed, previously Feng Cheng had focused all his attention on the Eight Desolations and the Origin-Guarding Pill.

"Very well, please follow me." The guard did not make things difficult for Gui Wuchang; if he did, and if Gui Wuchang truly was a Tier 15 existence, then he wouldn't even be able to keep his job as a gatekeeper here in the future.

Asura, the founder of the Asura Path, had slain countless dragons in his lifetime, and his strength was unmatched.

Qingling had learned from Chu Xi in terms of dressing; she was simple and plain, not easily attracting others' attention. Unless one looked closely, it was hard to tell that she was a beauty capable of toppling cities.

This time, Chu Xi did not attack again. Instead, he switched to defense. Fei Yuan launched another attack, unaware that from the very beginning, he had fallen into a death trap set by Chu Xi.

Plus, factors like whether special skills were powerful and how effective they were—talent on the level of Skinny Monkey was hard to find even in one in ten thousand.

Zhao Fei asked casually, feeling curious, but he thought it was likely that Yu Meng had sent her to patrol the vicinity.

"Don't be impatient, just watch slowly." Lu Ziyan didn't know what kind of trick Chu Yang was pulling, so he could only explain it to Yao Yao like this.

They happened to come across a pickup truck on the road, and the group didn't mind; they got in and drove into the circle. Just after entering the circle, they encountered another mountain collapse, so they immediately split into two teams to ensure the team's survivability and avoid being wiped out all at once.

However, the thousands of people off-stage basically wouldn't think about the problem that way. For them, being able to get a raise was the greatest benefit—it was the new family head's benevolence.

But to have absolute mutual trust and become friends like Lin Yi and Xiao Suxin—even Qi Zhuji knew that there was still a thin layer of window paper between him and Lin Yi that hadn't been pierced.

A single name swept through the entire main hall like a cold gust of wind, instantly blowing away the liveliness of the celebration. It was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Whether it was the sect members or the guests who had come to celebrate, everyone immediately looked toward the Sect Leader.

However, there are no airtight walls in this world. Nineteen days after Rick set off with his mountaineering team, this matter was finally revealed by a victim's family member who was on the verge of a breakdown.

Generally speaking, when ordinary people work in shops or workshops, the wages they earn in a month are only around two to three thousand copper coins, roughly forty thousand copper coins a year, which is four silver coins.

Although Chu Muhan had warned him that knowing too much was not good, now that they had been dragged into this whirlpool, they couldn't just die one day while still being clueless, could they?

"What's the rush? Are you sure that once you train your intermediate internal martial arts to completion, you will definitely receive a high-level cultivation technique as a reward?" Huang Yao said indifferently.

In the blink of an eye, both sides exchanged several moves again. Luan Jie was immediately beaten even more severely, and it looked like he was about to lose his life at the hands of the three assassins, while the other soldiers still hadn't arrived to rescue him.