Volume 1, Chapter 54: I Am the Capital Tycoon 8

"It's you!"
Lin Weiwei suddenly pointed at An Qianqian and screamed in shock.

As her voice trailed off, Mu Bai's body trembled violently. The natural sword embryo, acting on its own accord, burst straight out from his spine, transforming into a streak of white light that converged in Mo Shangxi's palm, materializing into a snow-white, zhang-long gleaming sword.

Too lazy to question his pretentious act, I got up and headed to their living room to look for the first-aid kit. I remembered Sister Wen mentioning it once, as she was always worried about Wen Yuan getting bumps and bruises around the house.

"This is the most powerful 'mortal' I have ever seen. His intellect is sufficient to place him on par with the sages," Ting Yuxuan evaluated.

Even during their very first chat, He Yunlong had known this guy was a brainless, crude brute. Yet, likely acting on Xu Tianfan's orders, throughout all their recent excursions and battles against zombies, the man had never once used his ability. The same applied to Xu Tianfan and Ye Moxia.

He probably wore this exact expression when performing surgeries. Come to think of it, he really looked like a surgeon operating on this guitar right now.

The old lady turned her face toward me, the smile at the corners of her mouth instantly fading. She pressed her lips together, looking slightly displeased, and said nothing.

"A special island in the Atlantic Ocean? Then how did you guys get out?" Li Ke asked. Li Ke could be considered the weakest among them, but he was undeniably a living map.

Mu Bai frowned slightly. If news of a dragon-shaped divine herb were true, the price of five thousand catties of celestial stones was indeed steep. Even two thousand five hundred catties would be a bit of a loss, but if the information proved authentic, it might still be acceptable.

His gaze lingered on my lips. Just as I wanted to tell him we had serious business to attend to, he lowered his head and kissed me.

Unfamiliar with the kind of person Ning Fan was, Yi Yuwei immediately suppressed even the slightest impulse that arose within her heart.

"Hehe, that won't be necessary." Ye Yunyi smiled and declined. They were all eternal beings, and true love was eternal; what need was there for any reincarnation and lover's vows?

Although Lin Tianhan had retreated, Jian Xin, whose backside had just been slapped, was by no means going to let the matter rest easily.

"I wouldn't be so sure. How could things be such a coincidence that trouble happens right when his turn comes up? If you ask me, this is definitely Hong Que's cicada shedding its shell trick," the young man who had initially tried to pick a fight with Hong Que chimed in irritably.

They believed that the creature summoned by the Dark Night Monarch could not possibly exceed the Spirit King tier, but there was a high probability it was at the mid or late Spirit King stage.

"Alright, the second move is over! I wonder if Saint Ximen has already used his full strength!" Lu Changfeng coughed lightly. The power erupted from his formidable spiritual essence made things difficult for both of them, yet Lu Changfeng still looked calm and composed as he gazed at Saint Ximen.

The Azure Sky Bull Python had cultivated for over one hundred thousand years, spending most of its time practicing in the deep pools. Its temperament was steady and low-key, but that did not mean it had a good temper.

The last time he lost in his battle against Lin Zhi, the biggest reason was that he had not mastered any spirit techniques.

Li Yu flicked his finger, and instantly a ball of Mysterious Yin Water Thunder flew out. Traveling more than ten miles away, it detonated violently in the river, abruptly blasting a mermaid out of the water.

There were soldiers in the woods, but I bypassed all of them. They were merely a few Thai national defense soldiers holding guns, slouching around, smoking, and showing no intention of fighting at all.

The original investment was less than two hundred million in total, which could barely break even through advertisements. Adding the artists' resources into the mix, it would be a guaranteed profit with no risk of loss, but increasing it to 1.5 billion was a different story.

Suddenly, the fangs biting into the bottom end of the Spirit Demon Lock moved. Applying slight pressure, the section of the Spirit Demon Lock gripped by the fangs suddenly cracked, causing Wu Yang to wail miserably, as if his heart were being torn apart.