Chapter 180 Authority

Smack!
Just as Luo Yongtian finished speaking, a large hand slammed fiercely against the back of his head. His vision went black, and he staggered, almost falling to the ground.
"Well, isn't this Master Luo? What brings you to our black market?"
A chubby middle-aged man wearing a thick gold necklace looked at Luo Yongtian with a mocking smile.
"I brought two friends to the auction house..."
"You don't even recognize me." With that said, she took off her headscarf and let down her hair. Who could it be if not Helan Feng?
The halo behind Sakyamuni froze, and the golden light in his eye sockets flickered wildly for a moment before extinguishing completely.
"What we doctors see the most are patients who aren't afraid of pain. But patients who take the opportunity to throw big-shot tantrums and bully their wives are the most annoying. Just looking at them ruins your mood," Leng Mei said with a look of utter disgust.
A figure appeared behind Kuangxie—it was none other than the vanished Lin Hao. He plummeted from high above, slamming his elbow viciously into Kuangxie's back. In an instant, five Samsara divine skills erupted simultaneously. A cracking sound of bones breaking echoed from Kuangxie's back, which then completely caved inward.
The late-night snack fee had already been given to Stuttering Gao. Stuttering Gao had promised her that if the person couldn't be persuaded to meet, the money would be refunded. Shangguan Wuhua still trusted Stuttering Gao on this.
Meanwhile, in Yan Guotao's office, a slightly plump man in his fifties wearing glasses was slamming the table in a fit of rage.
The fierce, sharp gaze, the reddened eye sockets, and the hoarse, low growl of a trapped, injured beast filled Anran's entire world.
"By the way, the thing I gave you should be returned to me now, right?" Zhou Ming asked in a deep voice.
The combat power of a Provincial King was actually formidable; almost all Provincial Kings were stronger than Hall Masters. This was because their status as Provincial Kings was earned step by step through their own combat prowess—something achieved through genuine hard work.
Chunxi comforted him, explaining that she was just anxious because she couldn't find Muhui. After all, two days had passed without any news at all.
The people in the audience pricked up their ears in extreme excitement, thinking it would be a one-strike-decides-the-winner kind of match. In reality, the two on stage were just chatting about daily household trivialities, in no hurry to start fighting.
This was a very mysterious organization, little known to the public, though not an absolute secret. Zheng Xing had found some information about it online. Since he had already been discovered, he had no choice but to make a trip there.
You could excuse him for being a newcomer with no money, but this guy was, after all, a wildly famous lunatic who had shaken the world. Having killed so many people, he should have plundered plenty of wealth—how could he possibly be broke?
"Interesting," Yunfan said, laughing instead of getting angry. The more formidable these two Ice-Horned Pythons were, the stronger his fighting spirit became.
The scrap copper and iron acquired over the past three days amounted to a full several hundred thousand tons. Yet, after being purified and refined by Elder Jin, it was reduced to less than two hundred catties. This degree of shrinkage left Xiao Wuxie utterly speechless.
At this very moment, the Great Ming Empire was teetering on the edge of life and death, facing the constant danger of defeat and subjugation. Meanwhile, Xiao Tianhe served as the commanding marshal of the Great Ming Empire, holding vast military power and bearing the heavy responsibility of defending the nation.
Ma Lihui had carefully deliberated these words many times over. Having suffered a bitter lesson from Mi Dou, he had also picked up a thing or two about the art of speech. This rhetoric was certainly a mix of truth and falsehood, yet it was presented logically and tactfully, with every single sentence striking at the crucial point.
At this moment, Shui Menghan was on the verge of a berserk rage. To provoke her right now was simply courting death.
The other companions, exhausted from hurrying through the rain, could only twitch the corners of their mouths convulsively upon hearing the exchange between Old Man Wan and Hu Monkey.
This precious mirror was a magical treasure he had refined over several years, possessing remarkable defensive properties. Later, it was further refined by a master within his sect, making it even sturdier—so much so that even attacks from Nascent Soul cultivators could not shatter it in a single blow.