Chapter 77: A New Song!

"Thank you, everyone." Shao Zining raised the microphone and replied sweetly.

In that instant, the fans in the audience grew even more frenzied.

"Ahhh! Goddess, I’ll go to Africa for you!"

"I want to have your babies!"

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Just as Sun Gohan was gripped by despair, suddenly a golden figure appeared before him. Jade Devourer swung its colossal drill, causing the ten demonic beast gods to howl. Leading countless high-level beasts, they charged directly toward the cultivators' camp.

Yet now, regret was useless. The urgent matter was to turn back and resume the journey eastward.

It was much like the Japanese people of later generations, unable to comprehend why they were utterly defeated by the free-spirited, pampered American soldiers—who never bothered with explanations, simply drowning them in a deluge of bombs.

"We don’t need to know trivial things like that. All we need to know is where to go," Ye Shenyi said casually.

To be honest, a psychic attack capable of instantly killing two awakened beings was something Abo could also accomplish.

Mu Rongshan hung up the phone, gazing around as his emotions surged. Vietnam was just ahead.

Looking at the dozen or so people left at his side, Jier Tai’s eyes burned with rage. He knew clearly that escaping was impossible for them now.

Once, someone bid an astronomical price for a divine fruit at an auction. After consuming and refining it, he discovered it merely contained the lingering consciousness of a cultivator at the early Liquid Return stage and an earth-ranked technique, causing him to vomit blood in fury.

"How can this be? Why was Sun Wukong’s energy absorbed so quickly?" The Supreme Kai could hardly believe it.

Attaining immortality is difficult; dying is even harder. This Underworld Emperor, desperate for death, tried every possible method.

These past few days, Ji Ruchu had been living and eating at the hospital, providing ample companionship after their reunion, but dining together as a family of three was a first.

Ji Ruchu gazed at her silently, secretly guessing and analyzing. There was a ninety percent chance this was something he didn’t want to do, perhaps even resisted doing.

"Really?" Knowing Yuan Che still had diplomatic matters to attend, Gu Qianbai didn’t linger. Smiling, she kissed Yuan Che’s cheek and went straight upstairs.

There was no music playing, yet the atmosphere seemed filled with gentle melody. Twirling, leaping—every movement was sweet.

When Chu Qing was brought back by the attendants, his face was flushed purple, utterly unrecognizable from his usual handsome self.

Tianzao’s skin was whiter than snow, her body glistening with droplets like pearls, but everywhere the eye could see, scars covered her.

No matter how good their relationship was now, the difference in status would eventually become apparent.

Liu Xue clenched her fists and denied it without thinking—even though those words indeed touched on a hidden corner of her heart.

Swimming along, she suddenly noticed the water grow hot. Every inch of her skin warmed with it. Her mind went blank for a moment—then she awakened.

Patting her still-dizzy head, Yin Feng surveyed the surroundings: a gloomy cave, a few rusted oil lamps sputtering, their light flickering as if about to go out.

"A big demon studying mathematics, looking so beautiful—what’s the point? No one’s dared to marry you so far anyway..." Shi Jiaojiao muttered to herself.

The fat family’s shop was the third one to the left of the main entrance. Calling it a shop was generous—barely five square meters—yet many coveted it. If not for their hardship and the street's intervention, they’d have been chased out long ago.

He didn’t dare look into her clear eyes again. If he stared too long, he feared he’d cry along with her tears.

To everyone else, such a scene seemed perfectly natural. After all, the skinny disciple’s leg techniques were no less formidable than the wild disciple’s fierce fists.