Chapter 100: The Sword Points to the World!

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No sooner had Usenno finished speaking than a vast surge of cosmic energy began to swell, sweeping toward Hadley from all directions.
“How did so many gods appear? Not only a bunch of mid-level gods, but even high-level gods—what are we supposed to do once we go out?” At this moment, Hisse no longer maintained his usual carefree demeanor; instead, a deep worry clouded his face.
Afterward, once the entire battlefield was thoroughly cleaned, all the bodies would be transported to a designated area for special processing.
If possible, he would rather remain a low-level god and fully integrate the three profound mysteries of lightning and fire he had now comprehended.
Zhang Jian spoke, his gaze tense as he looked at Ye Feng, hoping Ye Feng would feel fear and avoid choosing a deadly mutual destruction approach.
“What is this?” Jun Qian pressed his foot against the ice. Though the ice was as thin as a hair, no cracks appeared beneath his step. The surface shimmered with a silver light, clearly no ordinary material.
Hadley cast a cold glance at the blackened shadow scorched by the fireball. His icy voice pierced through the black-clad men’s bodies, chilling them from head to toe. When they looked back at Hadley, their earlier casual attitude had turned into palpable fear.
If they could hold firm in Giant Deer City and severely injure Zhang Chao’s army, they would come out to seize the opportunity. Otherwise, if things went awry, they would retreat immediately to ensure their own safety.
One of his ears had been cut off and replaced with a leather prosthetic, obviously fake and somewhat comical. Yet his face wore a servile smile, exuding an intimidating authority that ordinary people dared not mock.
“Or maybe we should organize a clothing auction to divert the Queen Mother’s attention so she never thinks of this matter again? Or is there another way?” Luo Qianshan also looked frustrated.
As a gold-elementalist, the bearded man was confident in his speed. Without hesitation, he swung his right hand, intending to kill with the dagger in his hand… Of course, even if he couldn’t kill, he could use the opportunity to retreat entirely and leave the remainder to Sister Niu.
“Actually, I knew you’d pull through. Your life is like a stone in a foul ditch—stubborn and foul-smelling. The King of Hell can’t take your soul,” Yu Siqing said with a rare playful smile.
Han Feng also noticed that the four earliest cultivated fields were now empty, with only bare stalks remaining.

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Wang Kun saw the other two men rummaging through the items on this table as soon as they entered the shop and immediately grew displeased. Was the front desk a free-for-all?
The heads of various institutes all nodded in agreement; the final battle could not yet be concluded.
She showed no trace of apology, only a perfunctory gesture, her tone and expression full of detachment.
The soldiers arrived at the ruins’ gate and immediately began assembling huge steel cannons, along with life detectors and attack rockets.
“Divine Fate Immortal Court’s Sacred Embryo! Open for me...” Qin Hengtian’s domineering voice echoed through the vast sea of thunder.
They were overjoyed to see their greatest enemy had committed suicide and that the warship had not exploded.
“Such a strong scent of jealousy—I didn’t expect my Siqing darling to be such a jealous one,” Lin Feng said with a grin.
In the car, after a long conversation, Qiao Hui did not nag Zhao Xiang but instead sat quietly in the passenger seat, gazing out the window with a shy flush now and then. Zhao Xiang could not detect any worry in her eyes about her parents.
Among these items, there were indeed treasures like primordial spirit jade and primordial stubborn stones, but there were also some undesirable things.
“Old Mu, tea,” Gu Yu brought over freshly brewed Longjing tea with the tea set, poured three cups, then sat down to listen to the elder continue his story.
Guiding actors is the most intuitive and abstract part of film directing. A good director must avoid being overly specific. Wang Naijie did not want Ni Yi to mechanically imitate Zhu Yin’s performance; he could not simply tell her to be happier, more naive, or sweeter.
They were born without any extraordinary traits, just like ordinary children.
The so-called roadshow is nothing more than public promotion through project demonstrations and live speeches. Originally common in securities and business sectors, the film industry later recognized its benefits and began adopting it.

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I guess next she’ll toss me the popping candy. Surely she wouldn’t tear it open and feed it to herself—that would be a regal indulgence.
“You’re mistaken. The bigger the production, the more cautious we must be. I have to ensure every penny goes to critical areas to make the best film possible. As long as the film is good, both sides benefit, and the money will come back sooner or later. Isn’t that right?” Wang Naijie said with a smile.
Zhao Xiang also noticed bloodshot eyes in Qiao Hui’s gaze, likely from a sleepless night spent in worry.
Fortunately, Xu Ciyao’s Weibo was still active, though her last post was dated two years ago, close to her son’s birthday. Roger noticed this and saved a screenshot.
Kuanglong was speechless. This was truly a hot-tempered character. Although he was a blade, no one dared provoke him. He believed with absolute certainty that if provoked, he would be cut to bits. He finally surrendered—he really did.
“Phew!” Tang Xiao exhaled lightly, casting a cold glance at Nalan Qianqian, who had just gracefully descended from the ring with a suddenly pale face.
Hannibal would never allow Fili to trouble Ding Huoma. Without Hannibal’s permission, would Fili really have the guts to provoke Ami?
Outside the ring, the crowd noticed nothing unusual—only a faint ripple around Huasheng and Hou San.
Veteran Zeng, disguised in a Japanese puppet army uniform, approached the city gate without much difficulty. Their uniforms had been carefully selected, with wounds hidden on the backs or inconspicuous areas, and adjustments made to the captured Japanese uniforms accordingly.