Chapter 140: Advancement

Immortal Demon God You may also call me Little Wang. 1392 words 2026-03-30 05:42:11

After a few days of hiding, each harboring their own ulterior motives, Zhao Yuan woke up feeling something was different. First, his speed seemed significantly more agile than usual, and second, his hearing had become remarkably sharper.

"I don't know what happened during this time, but I am certain that bringing me back must have cost you a great deal. While I may not have much to offer right now, whatever I find in the future will be yours first!"

Zhao Yuan patted his chest firmly, projecting an air of immense strength. Upon hearing this, the expression on the other person’s face remained entirely unchanged.

"Remember, he is a man of deep machinations. Do not be deceived by his surface appearance; perhaps all of this is merely to curry favor with you, not a sign of true affection!" Empress Dowager Guo’s words suddenly echoed in his ears.

Tiga: "If you strengthen power and defense, speed naturally decreases." The red light within Tiga was derived from absorbing Darramb's power; Darramb’s characteristics were high strength and low speed. Furthermore, in underwater combat, the Power Type would have miraculous effects.

A dramatic scene unfolded: whenever Chu Tian took a fancy to someone, they would either bow their heads in silence as if they hadn't heard, or turn their gaze toward Zhang Ye.

Under Jenny’s direction, Zhou Yi placed the purchased items into the captain's quarters one by one: two beautiful beds, two large wardrobes, a mirror, a vanity table, a wall clock, and other objects. By the time they finished arranging the room, it was already nine in the evening.

The stone gate swung wide open. Although it was night outside, the moonlight made it much brighter than the place they had been staying. She and Qi Ange supported each other as they walked out.

Just as the two reached the entrance of the Pokémon Center, the mobile phone suddenly rang.

However, after waiting for a long time in the Demon Realm, Hilder finally got what she wanted, using an interdimensional rift to whisk away Myra the Guardian.

The key point was that such massive casualties would overshadow any victory achieved. Even occupying the entire Northern Isolated Continent would not be enough to compensate for the losses suffered.

The divine messenger picked up a dagger, sliced open his left palm, and pressed it against the divine object, which was glowing with an orange-red luster. Instantly, a pillar of light shot toward the dark sky.

Prolonged collisions with rocks and having its body surface scorched by flames would make an Onix's body even harder and more durable.

Seeing Zhao Ding about to leave, the middle-aged man’s voice sounded once more: "Since the Prince is so forthright, I shall offer a reminder. The order to follow you this time came directly from the Prefectural Magistrate himself. As for who instructed him, even if I don't say it, you should understand."

Ever since achieving legendary status overnight in Cannes, Poet Chen seemed to have been silent for a long time. This time, he finally had the opportunity to prove himself.

"Since you have all chosen me, you must listen to me from now on. If there is anyone who betrays us, there will be no need for Boss Qian to act; the gun in my hand will take care of it."

In this apocalypse, while an increase in charm had some effect on his targets, it was by no means significant.

"Naturally, we must produce as much as possible. While the number of such looms on the market is still small, we should maximize output—run two shifts, or even three shifts."

Later, when they could no longer sustain it, the authorities could only maintain power for themselves, and eventually, the electricity had to be cut off.

Under her astonished gaze, the youth displayed an imposing aura, so much so that she forgot how a mere mortal could possibly possess such speed.

"Your meals were previously managed by the clerk's wife. She is ill now, so I am taking over temporarily," Cheng Yuxi explained.

The differences were vast yet subtle; after all, once the styles were restricted to a certain range, it was difficult to see obvious distinctions. However, the quality of the fabric and the jewels inlaid upon them were so distinct that one could tell the difference in quality at a glance.

In the afternoon, Zhou Qi went to Shijing as usual to meet Old Mo, research new products, and oversee the factory rentals. Most of the factory space had been leased out, and the industrial park was quite bustling.