Chapter 41: Wherever the Gaze Falls, All Shall Submit

Something is coming.

"What?" Before Tang Shuo could react, a powerful blast of air surged toward him, instantly knocking him to the ground. A dull ache bloomed in his chest, and the metallic tang of blood rushed to his throat.

Xu Zhiting stood tall and upright at the very front of the group.

Tang Shuo’s eyes slowly widened. Holy crap, am I seeing this right? That mountain is moving, isn't it? It’s actually moving! It is heading straight toward us.

"Boss, be careful. That mountain has become sentient."

With a faint tremor, the green glow surrounding the Soul-Gathering Stele began to intensify. Waves of soul power surged forth violently, and the green veins within the stone writhed like boiling blood vessels, frantically draining the soul power from Yuntian’s body.

The opening chapter of this Martial Arts Secret Manual solved a long-standing mystery in the world of martial arts: within the same sect, taught by the same master, why do some progress with lightning speed while others lag behind, ultimately leading to vastly different achievements?

It was already afternoon. Back home, it was the dead of winter, but here the temperature remained high. Keeping their heads tilted up for so long, the sunlight made their eyes sting.

However, they would not voice these thoughts. Having already ascended to the upper echelons of the sect, they naturally would not allow this matter to affect their management and strategic development.

Although his memory was a bit hazy, Chairman Maya knew that the Kree Empire was a notoriously powerful empire in the Marvel Universe. Moreover, Ronan the Accuser, a Kree, was a legendary boss—one of the few in cinematic history to be defeated by a dance-off. Honestly, that was truly rare.

With this in mind, Wu Ming scanned the surrounding environment, searching for a target. Sure enough, heaven rewards the diligent; he finally spotted a lone boy who, after arrogantly driving away a timid classmate to claim a table for himself, wore a smirk on his face.

Having reached this point, Gu Jia'nan had already decided that once she left Tianwang City this time, she would never return.

In other words, if nothing unexpected happens, is the limit of a second-rate talent merely the peak of the eighteenth stage of the Supreme Deity realm?

The two had never lived together; their paths had only crossed during transactions. Yet, meeting again now, they were filled with a unique sense of melancholy.

Seeing Tian Suisui nod, Qi Feng was overcome with joy. He leaped off the bed in excitement, his happy gaze darting toward his wife every few moments.

Murong Aoyun gazed coldly at Beidou, his eyes filled with intense wariness, mixed with curiosity and surprise. Clearly, he had almost guessed Beidou’s true identity by now.

"Chen Xiang'er’s schemes are truly meticulous; this chain of plots even managed to include me!" the yellow-robed old man thought to himself, before letting out a cold sneer.

"You guy, do you think you're the emperor of Jiangnan City?" Cao Shuijing rolled her eyes at him, annoyed.

The malicious words of the Martial Arts Heavenly King could not shake him at all. Instead, he stepped on them, using the experience to forge a firmer spirit and a more formidable presence.

Dantai Mingyue acknowledged him, then watched as Ma Xingyao went downstairs. She pondered for a long time, her mind a chaotic mess of a thousand tangled threads, yet she found no way to begin unraveling them.

Gu Xiaobei felt a pain in her chest and a stinging sensation in her eyes. She looked up at Li Haonan and saw that the usually impeccably dressed CEO of the Imperial Dynasty looked completely different—his hair and clothes were disheveled, dark circles were prominent under his eyes, and stubble had sprouted on his chin, making him look utterly haggard.

"Right, so why did you give up?" Liang Dong asked nervously. He was desperate to know the reason.

She knew in her heart that this middle-aged man treated her well. From the fact that he was willing to buy her a car and register it in her name, she could feel it.

The two had no time to react. They only felt a sharp pain in their foreheads, followed immediately by a soul-shattering agony, as if their souls were being torn apart. Their complexions turned ghastly, and their bodies, clutched together, trembled slightly as they endured pain that pushed them beyond their limits.