Chapter Thirty-Six: The Shameless Male

The man gazed at her with handsome, deep-set eyes, his expression hot with affection; Yu Lan’s reflection was mirrored in his deep green irises. His face was flushed, his forehead damp with sweat, and the hand he held was searing to the touch. The heat of his rut caused his body temperature to spike, making the very air around them seem to thicken with warmth. Yu Lan stood frozen in shock. She had not expected Su Xingye to shift from a silver wolf into a human so suddenly. If he were still in his wolf form, even if she knew in her heart—

"Father, whether he is a demigod or not, today I must avenge my brother," Yang Xiao declared, his voice trembling with fury.

Regardless of how flowery the slogans might sound, when it came down to reality, the core priority was "finding money." Through increasing revenue and cutting expenditures, the town’s treasury needed to be tangibly replenished; that was the most vital task of all.

"Dean Jiang, do you really possess a wine that can extend one’s lifespan?" Mo Ya asked, rushing to Jiang Ming’s side in excitement.

Even so, Chen Qingdong decided to explain the matter thoroughly to prevent any backtracking once the other party returned.

Along the path leading to the Holy Mountain, a burly barbarian approached from afar, wearing a loincloth made of animal hide and adorned with the skulls of demonic beasts hanging from his waist.

Whether it was the wingman steadfastly protecting the lead aircraft, or the lead aircraft itself, huddled in the center and desperately trying to evade the chains, all were obliterated by the explosion.

He had just entered the bar when he saw a man attacking Luo Weiwei, and he immediately intervened to save her.

"Young man, don’t be so arrogant. Do you even know who they are?" Guo Furong felt that the young man before her was becoming increasingly oblivious to the gravity of the world.

At first, you could hold the line, but as the crowd below grew, it became impossible. Dozens, even hundreds of hooks latched onto the city walls simultaneously; Qin Mu’an’s soldiers were stretched too thin, forced to fend off attackers while frantically trying to detach the hooks, and they simply couldn't keep up.

This was because the vast Cherry Blossom Mountain Range, with its 980 million spirit cherry trees, had formed 1.6 million formations beneath the peaks, all integrated into the protective grand array of the Cherry Blossom Estate.

Bean-faced Man had always remained an observer. Although he longed to avenge Chairman Netero, he did not agree with using the Association's current strength to confront the formidable Zigg. To do so would be akin to the Hunter Association recklessly dancing on the edge of a precipice.

Mu walked over, crouched down, and examined the hunter's profile, feeling a sudden sense of familiarity, though he couldn't quite place where he had seen him before.

Luo Hun had been staying here for over two months. Ever since his battle with the mysterious figure, he had remained in this spot; he hadn't treated his wounds, yet they had already healed by sixty percent on their own.

In truth, Qin Yan was unwilling to avoid the Mao family’s interception; rather, he hoped to be intercepted midway so he could give them a sound thrashing.

Chu Ling let out a roar from the depths of his soul, his Golden-Winged Peng wings unfurling as he lunged forward. With a massive claw, he snatched the streak of light directly into his palm.

But before he had even darted a meter, he was struck by a dozen beams of light. Soul-fire erupted across his body, and he began to roll on the ground, screaming in agony.

Xue Ming cursed inwardly; the old fox was clearly tempted, yet he continued to put on a facade, merely wanting to force him to reveal all his trump cards.

"We may not have martial points, but we have treasures that can be exchanged for them," Bi Liuer said, arching her delicate brows.

"I crafted this kunai specifically. As long as you carry it, no matter where you are, I can arrive by your side in an instant," Minato explained.

He had been fretting over where to find materials to repair the damage to the *Loli*, never expecting that the necessary resources would be delivered right to his doorstep.

Then came the terrifying sonic wave, surging outward with such force that it ruptured the eardrums of every thug below the level of a Half-Step Grandmaster, leaving them bleeding. Those with external strength had their ears deafened entirely, while ordinary people were sent flying, left with little more than a breath of life remaining.