Volume 1, Chapter 131: Swift and Decisive, Dismissing Both at Once

All present were mid-level or higher management, most of whom had been with the company longer than Lu Cheng. In other words, they had witnessed Lu Cheng’s arrival from the outside, his initial struggles, the consolidation of power, the elimination of obstacles, and his steady rise to his current position.

Chu Ge felt a bit disappointed. Calculating the time, she had been assigned this task for over half a month, yet she still didn’t even know who the painter was, let alone where to buy her artwork.

What she hadn’t expected was to find herself in such an awkward situation. He didn’t understand how he had been discovered.

When it was confirmed that Murong Xue’s breakfast box was completely empty, Jiang Shou felt overly full—he had never overeaten breakfast before.

His true form was originally a fish from the sea, later transforming into a Kun, belonging to an evolutionary branch of the sea race. With a splash, that enormous figure soared into the void, blotting out the sky and sun, terrifying many cultivators who had never before seen such quasi-saintly powerhouses.

As for this young lord Wang, Zhang Feng was genuinely unafraid. Instead, he was curious to see who exactly he was.

Jin Bao, the young girl, had gotten married just like that. Although it was her instigation, she felt an even deeper emptiness in her heart.

The basic rule for identifying sandworms was: solid colors ranked highest, multicolored ones ranked lower. The purer and more uniform the hue, the stronger their combat power. The more mixed the colors, the weaker the fighting ability. The phrase “flashy” referred to these multicolored sandworms.

"Good! Brothers, everyone’s battle spirit is high. We’re about to wage war with the demon race again, and everyone is excited," the Slayer said with a smile.

Ji Beihan was ecstatic when he heard that Cheng Chen had returned to the palace. He grabbed Chu Ge to go welcome him and met up with him halfway.

Su Qushan was so stung by Su Quhai’s sarcastic remarks that he didn’t even know where to put his hands.

This was also the crucial reason why Song Boyu came to the Jingping Bureau. He sought to use this vast platform to gather information about the Treasure-Thief Spirit Rat and to find the legendary Clear Spirit Jade.

At this moment in Chongqing city, a large number of vanguard military intelligence personnel were scattered across the streets. In some hidden spots, special forces operatives had been lying in wait for a long time, still led by Li Yifeng with Zhang Xiao assisting.

Every inch of his body ached, especially his heart, which throbbed painfully. Song Boyu felt as though a red-hot iron rod had been cruelly driven into his heart and twisted violently.

“I can’t explain this clearly right now. Just know that I’m not someone who hits people casually,” Ming Yan said, still worried about being misunderstood.

As soon as the words ended, Wang Hao’s figure dashed forward in an instant, arriving before Jing Tianjun in the blink of an eye.

Chen Bei said nothing. In his heart, he thought that these city folk truly had many cunning schemes.

“We’ve detected a group of Japanese helicopters approaching. Our target might be them!” the staff officer hurriedly reported.

He involuntarily recalled Yu Mingyan sneaking around suspiciously by the pond yesterday, which immediately aroused his suspicion. He asked the driver to stop so he could take a look.

Now Song Boyu was empty-handed, carrying only several dozen taels of silver and a pass. Upon hearing the others’ words, his expression changed abruptly. He immediately turned, bent his knees, sprang, and fled with deadly speed.

Before proclaiming himself emperor, Wang Yue had gone to see the prime minister. After all, many had witnessed the two Zhou birthday celebrations on the day of the rebellion.

Dagu, Xincheng, Juejing, and Zongfang all leapt out of their cockpits one after another. Only Lina’s Thunderbolt still had the strength to fight, her left wrist’s claw-shaped anchor hooked onto one of the monster’s claws, pulling and tugging in a fierce tug-of-war.

The soul’s importance to a talisman master was the same as the dantian’s importance to a martial artist. Once destroyed, the only outcome was ruin—a complete loss of ability.