Volume 1 Chapter 38: The Mysterious Expert

This was the first time Jiang Heng had ever heard the story of his parents' past. He had asked Rob before, but Rob claimed he didn't know anything, having only come to take care of him later.

In his current disheveled state, there was no trace of his usual refined demeanor; he looked like a total fool.

The crowd felt a touch of disappointment; they hadn't expected the Peacock King to cave in at such a moment, leaving them with no show to watch.

A few days later, they were finally granted an audience with the Pope. Under the wary gazes of countless onlookers, the three of them entered the grand assembly hall of the divine temple.

Right up to the finish line, Wang Yuan maintained a three-meter lead, leaving everyone feeling incredibly frustrated.

Back then, although Chu Linglong and the others had successfully pierced through the Blood Demon Realm, the situations they faced were likely far more dire than the one Lu Xuan was in now.

If it were me, I probably wouldn't have been able to endure the pain, Ye Ting thought to herself. She wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand and continued clearing the shards from Wang Yuan's back.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Jingjing had wiped Wang Yuan’s upper body clean, the water in the basin already stained deep red.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Tie Zhan gave his name, he waited in the reception room for only a few minutes before a black man appeared.

The pilot was at a loss regarding the sudden appearance of Ren Yixu; he was just an ordinary person serving the Dragon Candle, with no combat capability whatsoever.

Li Nan, wearing a mask, spoke with excitement. He was one of the four people who had originally forced Huang Xiaotian and his companion off the cliff.

That was because Yin Ruxue and he had been surrounded during a combat drill, and the topic had come up in a moment of desperation.

"So, you're the one in charge? Clear the place out! This dump is ours for the day!" A short, stout man who looked like a steward stepped out from among the servants and tossed a gold ingot, which struck the owner right in the face.

Lu Cen felt a little more at ease, because he trusted Wula, just as she had trusted him yesterday despite her jealousy, without throwing a tantrum.

Appearing before the demon hunters was the legendary strongest member of the Demon Hunter Association, clad from head to toe in the Savior’s Sacred Armor.

The middle-aged steward recognized him and warmly invited him to sit. Several attendants squeezed to the side, making room for him.

Teammates you pay for really are different; their pressure resistance is rock solid. That bot-lane AD carry is a pro—his Ezreal play is incredible. He doesn't even flinch in a one-on-two, and his Q skill is so accurate it feels like a targeted ability, making the opposing bot lane miserable; they couldn't gain any advantage despite the numbers.

With shrieks echoing endlessly in his ears, Lu Shan stepped inside, though he did not immediately see the horrific scenes he had expected.

As she was pondering how to phrase her words perfectly, Ying Er, standing beside Ying Yanyang, was already closely scrutinizing this extraordinary person.

Zhang Xutuo wasn't worried that Yuanqing would take on another master; he was worried about not being able to finish Yuanba's foundation-building. With his heart finally settling, he said nothing more.

Just then, the Bugatti Veyron that had already driven past suddenly reversed, pulling up right beside Huang Tianhe and his group.

Seeing their beloved Yoko reduced to a puddle of "Yoko-jam," the White Household members were naturally consumed by fury, their intelligence plummeting to the center of the earth and directly into the negatives.

Watching the young master Liu, who usually lorded over the Suzhou region, begging like a stray dog, Wang Zhiqian could not help but sigh. He was well aware of Liu Fan's notoriety, though he rarely interacted with him since he was based in Ningbo. Seeing him in this state, however, he couldn't help but lament the fickleness of fate.

At this, Feng Nanhao’s eyes flashed with a look of absolute confidence and invincibility.