Volume One, Chapter 37: After feasting on a big bone, this man actually felt a sense of superiority!

This man was truly outrageous—he actually... actually... The more Wen Xuyu thought about it, the more infuriated she became. Her steps quickened; she didn’t want to spare him another glance.

Her high heels struck the polished marble floor with an unmistakable sound, each click an expression of her owner’s displeasure.

A bitter wind howled outside, carrying countless ice crystals and snowflakes. In an instant, the rear field behind the Demon King was frozen over, then shattered like glass into a spray of icy shards.

Yet faced with the torrential rain, there was little they could do besides organizing the people to drain the water; otherwise, they could only stare helplessly.

When it came to Manager Lu, even Xie Xiangyu felt inferior. She once joked that Manager Lu had chosen the wrong profession—if only he’d gone into foreign affairs, the world would have bowed at his feet without a single battle, all thanks to his silver tongue.

After so many years, news of his grandson had finally arrived, but before he could even see the boy’s face, he’d already been caught up in this mess.

It was Yuan He, patriarch of the Yuan family—one of the ten great clans and leader of the “Wooden Man” mercenary organization—who stood guard at the Sacred Tree Pass.

Chen Fang now felt a headache whenever he saw An Tinghan. Thankfully, they weren’t in the same company; otherwise, just going to work would be an ordeal.

She wore a crimson dress that traced the perfect curves of her figure, her bare feet stepping upon the golden floor as she gazed at Lin Chen with a bright, playful smile.

To think such an anomaly existed in this city, hidden so well and for so long that no one had discovered it—it really had concealed itself masterfully.

After all, she had played with digital card decks for years; summoning huge monsters to clash on the field was practically encoded in her DNA. When You Xuan suddenly suggested building a strategy around a purely defensive angel with only a thousand attack points and reviving it over and over as the core tactic, her first reaction was inevitable discomfort.

Her body was still that of a human, not a divine one like the Celestials. Coupled with the world’s restrictive rules, if she continued to push herself...

He was vexed, confused, frightened—every emotion converged in his fists, which pounded toward me from a distance. I activated Obsidian Clouds, sending my body swiftly backward, but I didn’t approach him—always keeping a fifteen-meter gap. His rank was too high; there were no blind spots at his side. To go closer would be suicide.

Bi Huang, whose eyes carried the majesty of divine retribution, narrowed his gaze, staring at the figure behind Xia Zixuan. What a presence it was—towering and imposing, as if an existence even loftier than himself was looking down with cold indifference.

He had worried about her through the night, calling her endlessly. At last, when dawn broke, he rushed over, expecting to see a haggard, defeated face—only to find her in high spirits.

She pursed her lips in silence, feeling that since their return, Mo Jingyuan’s skin had grown several layers thicker.

Compared to what the leader was thinking, Mo Lingran simply chuckled. Perhaps none of them would ever realize this day was intentionally left for An Ruoran.

In the shoe store, Bainuo spotted a pair of purple crystal high heels. She picked them up, tried them on without hesitation, and slipped them straight into her shopping bag.

There were fifty portals standing on the grand platform. Xia Zixuan and Shen Fei didn’t choose the same one. Watching Shen Fei enter his door with a calm, nonchalant air, Xia Zixuan wondered if there was anything in the world that could move him.

Sitting behind them, Tongtong lowered her head over her magazine, but her expression was no longer as serene as before.

A massive body suddenly crashed down from the sky, raising a cloud of dust as the ground shook violently beneath it.

Zhou Ran cast a cool glance at Guan Ren, then patted Ling Yunhe, signaling the red-crowned crane to fly in the opposite direction from Mount Yan.

“I know,” Yu Jue replied crisply, looping her arm through Qianxue’s. Her bright eyes turned to Jing Ge, waiting for permission to speak.