Volume One, Chapter 112: Yun Ruoxia Has Disappeared

"Xiao He, are you home?"

Just then, Du Qing's voice suddenly drifted in from outside the door.

Hearing this, both Yun Mojiu and Xiao Junhe froze simultaneously.

Before Xiao Junhe could even move, Yun Mojiu had already bolted from her seat and dashed into the tea room on the first floor. Once inside, she shut the door tight.

She let out a long breath. Thank goodness her reflexes were quick!

Wait, that’s not right...

"So, what should we do now?" Zhang Feng looked at Ye Yuxuan with hopeful eyes, praying that the veteran he was following could come up with a brilliant plan.

At the meeting, Chen Yang only offered a few polite remarks, displaying a modest and cautious demeanor. Han Haitian, on the other hand, delivered a passionate welcoming speech, briefly summarizing Chen Yang's past resume and showering him with praise for the outstanding achievements he had made in places like Dongshan and the Xinzhuang Development Zone.

Furthermore, if you are thinking of deliberately blowing someone else's bid, once the price reaches an absurd range, if you blow their bid while the goods are passed on to you, it is equivalent to blowing your own, and naturally, there will be no good outcome.

Jin Wei roared in anger, raised his fist, and charged toward Yongle. When he reached him, he slammed his fist into Yongle's chest.

He dribbled the ball while desperately shoving Tyler Hansbrough, finally pushing him aside before slamming the ball into the hoop with one hand.

According to Master Zixiao, the Heavenly Martial Nine-Cloud Formation was completed in an instant. The majestic shadow, accompanied by clusters of auspicious clouds, paused above Ye Feng’s head for only a moment before whistling as it rapidly converged, surging into his body through the Baihui acupoint on the crown of his head.

Mist Star Sovereign was terrified by Li Qiang. She scrambled to boost the power of her Seven Profound Orbs, but it was already too late.

After several rounds, the elders of each peak had traded victories, and the intensity of the competition had increased significantly compared to before.

Without a word, Luo Lan teleported behind the Fire Source Emperor, swung the Heaven-Piercing Sword, and slashed down, obliterating the Fire Source Emperor’s divine body and wounding its godhead before vanishing.

Standing nearby, Ouyang Ming and Zhao Qianying heard Demon Heaven’s words; the former’s expression darkened, and the latter’s delicate brows furrowed.

Mo Chi also knew that those who came to observe the ceremony were not just here to mock the Orthodox Dao Sect. Most of them were eyeing the treasures the sect had accumulated over tens of thousands of years.

Liu Ren found it strange. Although experts should know that team-hunting fire mages is highly efficient, at this stage of the game, experts should be hunting higher-level monsters. Why was there still a team here? Heroes above level 20 would definitely not gain much experience from fire mages.

Blue hair—there was no point in complaining about that, although he wasn't sure why. He just felt that if he started nitpicking hair colors, he would have already lost.

Tao Liping received the program list at the same time. When she saw the lineup, she felt as though she were looking at the program for a "Same Song" concert.

Those eyes looked in the direction of Ibuki Fuko... but the focal point of her gaze was on the wall far beyond.

The reason the Twelve Sword Mountains had not been broken until now, lasting even a month longer than the Dao Treasury Sect, was precisely why the Demon Kings, puzzled by the turn of events, had gathered here. As soon as the Demon Kings arrived, the sharp-eyed Great Demon Kings and Demon Marshals spotted Fang Tian early on, but they remained calm and composed, fearing they might startle him.

Although he did not know why he had suddenly become the center of everyone's attention, Lin Han did not pay it much mind. That was how he had been back at Utah Valley Community College; Lin Han had always been an individualistic person. If he had truly cared about other people's opinions, he never would have survived there.

Why had the million infantrymen, who set out early to sweep through the surrounding villages and towns in the rear, not discovered them? There had been no resistance, no reports coming back, not even a single squad of retreating soldiers. Where had that million-strong infantry gone?