Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Major Variety Show *Actors, Please Show Us What You've Got*

The lineup for the major audition variety show, "Actors' Showcase," caused an immediate sensation online the moment it was announced.

The mentors: Huo Nuan, the daughter of the chairman of Dragon Media; Liang Shichu, a renowned director in the industry; Wu Xiong, a producer with a sharp eye for hits, whose every project becomes a blockbuster; and Qiu Yi, a prolific copyright mogul whose works are as numerous as the books in a library.

The contestants: Su Mian, a young leading actress and Golden Moon Film Award winner; Yin Xiaochuan, a popular idol and regular on prime-time television; Xu Wanjun, the pride of China in Hollywood; and Li Ping, a cool, handsome artist directly signed to QD.

Erza took a deep breath, channeled a massive amount of magic into her giant serrated blade, and slashed down toward the hurricane where Banchou was trapped.

Wang Lu did not know that the first radio call from Mount Ya had actually been received; he was currently busy setting up the telephone network.

If this were ancient times, this goat that so loyally protected its master would surely be seen as an auspicious omen from heaven. Wang Lu would have had to enshrine this brother goat, bathe, burn incense, and kowtow to it.

The news of Dongfang Yue’s disappearance spread secretly among the top brass of the Wolf Clan. Only the leader of the Sixteen Wolf Guards and Tie Han were aware of it; no one else knew. Although Ximen Jian and the others were aware that Dongfang Yue had vanished, they did not panic; instead, they remained calm with a terrifying stillness.

Wang Lu, feeling uneasy, ordered the zombies to surround himself and Mu Yuan. Now, even if someone were to open fire from a distance, the first to die would only be the zombies serving as a human wall on the perimeter.

As the two talked, two opposing forces of law collided. "Pfft!" The space was pierced as easily as a layer of window paper, and fragments of space scattered in all directions, as dense as a torrential downpour.

Zhang Dashao’s words had everyone laughing until they couldn't stand. Especially Liu Qingqing and her friend in the private room—they were laughing so hard they were practically shaking. Zhang Tian was truly wicked.

In his mind, he imagined that all these great masters lived in deep mountains and old forests, or within temples and Taoist shrines; how could one be in such an unremarkable place?

At dawn, Scar led all his brothers from the Feng Tang to Europe to continue wiping out enemy forces. The Vermillion Bird Hall was temporarily in charge of intelligence and assassinations across various regions.

As soon as the scroll was placed, Wu Chi felt his vision blur. He realized he had stepped out of his character; the scene before him was no longer the Hall of the Trapped Dragon, but a boundless space filled with blood-colored fog where there was no sky above, no earth below, and he could not even see his own form.

"Huh?! What’s happening?!" Hearing the sound, Fukiyose Seiri, who had just managed to control the direction of the ball and let out a sigh of relief, couldn't help but lean forward to look.

Such a powerful attack could likely wipe out an entire imperial army in an instant; the terror of Esdeath was evident.

He threw the Poké Ball, still brimming with fighting spirit, clearly full of confidence in his Pokémon.

If anyone remembered what Long Tian had done at the start, they would know that this guy hadn't brought any lunch.

Some remained on the walls to guard against the dead, while others hurried down to rush toward the figure pinned to the ground. Shido Koichi looked at the guard team running toward him in despair. He tried to stand, but a wooden stake had pierced his leg; even the slightest movement sent a piercing pain through him.

However, quality comes at a price. Rito didn't like leaving too many loose ends, so settling it all at once was for the best.

With that sudden jolt, he was thrown off the seat, rolling back and forth inside the rear of the vehicle.

If anyone else had seen this, they would certainly have been amazed by An Yang’s agility; after all, even some special forces soldiers might not be able to pull off such a feat.

Yet, with the keen eyesight of Heroic Spirits, they were not hindered by the black mist. The scene before them left everyone astonished. The Black Knight had blocked the barrage of Noble Phantasms that had shredded the Assassin without a single scratch, and was now launching a counterattack.

Although Qingqiu Taizhang looked as if he intended to kill Lu Lin, this final move simply tossed Lu Lin into a nearby pond.