Chapter 86

Morra took off the captain’s armband and tossed it to the goalkeeper, Manu, walking straight toward the players’ tunnel without so much as a glance back, undaunted by the torrent of curses and boos raining down from the stands.

Lin Yuxi let out a sigh; in the end, she hadn’t made that call. With the new semester of her final year in high school beginning right after the New Year, Lin Yuxi hurried back to school—not because of the looming pressure of senior year, but simply because these were her last six months; she couldn’t afford to wait any longer.

Su Jingce pressed her lips together, having already steeled herself to leave this place with the man at any moment.

Bolt had discovered far too many issues among the three of them. He even enlisted his team to create detailed training plans tailored specifically for each of them.

Noticing the change in Zichen’s expression, Zongzheng Mingzhen smiled. Her heart was a tangled mess today; just a few of her mother’s nonsensical words had truly made her take Mei Xin to heart.

The more he thought about it, the more convinced Xie Youwei became that Xie Linchen was behind it all. Furious, he stormed off to Tianyu to confront Xie Linchen.

“That’s good,” Su Hao tried to set his mind at ease. All he could do now was bless his foolish little sister and hope that what he was doing wouldn’t end up hurting her.

“Leaving the capital? With things in such chaos here, why would he choose to leave now?” Yang Yuhua remarked in astonishment.

So this, then, was what humans called the feeling of mutual affection—it truly was something one could become addicted to after just a taste.

And as if sensing Hill Telles’ doubts, that voice abruptly vanished.

Watching Song Huaizhou fight his way through the bloody storms of power struggles in the Song family—from illegitimate son to his current position, and then, for love, putting all his schemes aside, even if only temporarily—was more thrilling than any script he’d ever read.

With Xiang Bo’s charge, the morale of the Xiang family’s army soared once more. Every soldier erupted with unprecedented enthusiasm, launching themselves at the White Elephant troops in a frenzy of suicidal attacks.

She glanced lightly at the man’s hand—fair, clean, with long, elegant fingers. This, at least, matched her expectations.

Yet to reconcile with Gu Rumou as if nothing had happened? She simply couldn’t swallow her pride.

He walked straight into the cult with the token of the previous cult leader, boldly declaring himself the new master.

Some internet influencers were analyzing and speculating: Why did the God of War flee? What was his true identity?

She hadn’t told Chu Feng, but if the formula in his hand was proven, Xiao Yuanyin would naturally have someone present him with the cultivation method for the “Ninefold Primordial Qi.”

If she hadn’t seen him feeding the cat and cleaning the litter every day on the surveillance footage, she might have thought he’d run off.

Chiyou shook his head. “It’s not that the human race is unequal, but compared to your true form, they believe you, Qin Jiaxian, have a greater chance of opening a new path for humanity.”

Clenching his fist, he silently vowed that this time he would utterly destroy the underground gambling syndicate.

“According to my calculations, given the current balance of power, the zero-casualty outcome you desire is impossible!” Mo was nothing like Mo Tian and the others—he spoke bluntly.

In a word, the reason was simply too discouraging: just when you thought the opponent had no more tricks, they would always produce something formidable at the perfect moment, making you realize just how foolish you’d been.

Although she and Mizuki had communicated many times through electromagnetic waves, those were only achieved by simulating communication signals, all masked beneath the powerful electromagnetic field Mizuki had imposed over the area.

She was already fast asleep. He picked up a lock of her hair, inhaling its faint orchid scent, as subtle and enduring as aged tea. Sleepiness overcame him, and he too drifted off.

Just under two hundred breaths after Ye Xuecheng, the Scarlet Cloud Fairy, the Violet Cloud Fairy, and the Azure Cloud Fairy departed, a dark-silver light flashed, and the figure of the Moltenfire King appeared there.

Sometimes, things simply don’t go as one wishes. As everyone was preparing to tally the high-grade spirit stones, suddenly, from the teleportation array at the other end of the palace, another group appeared. They were one fewer than Ye Xuecheng’s group, but the aura they exuded was no less imposing.

Ye Xuecheng remembered that the Great Sage Sun Wukong could slay a true dragon; relying on sheer physical strength, he could easily wield the 13,500-jin Sea Pacifying Staff, spinning it like a windmill—utterly overpowering, capable of defeating dragons of the East Sea and shark gods of the West Sea.

“Our Air Force has the confidence to achieve new glory!” Last time’s victory had lifted William’s spirits, giving him the courage to speak up at such meetings.

At last, Li Gu’s eyes brightened as he saw a squad of temple knights hurrying over, just as he was pondering how to accuse Tianba.

Gu Tong, still emotional after her amputation surgery, struggled to make any sound with her mouth, which was fitted with a respirator due to a bullet wound to the lung; all she could manage were muffled cries.

They hung in midair, unmoving. Seated cross-legged on the ground, Tao Guixuan was clearly oblivious, for his troubles lay within—especially in the sea of spiritual consciousness, where a fierce internal struggle was surely raging.

The Beast King looked bewildered and rather displeased. For them, this was certainly bad news: facing a new immortal-level enemy could well tip the balance of war.

He didn’t believe Brady would deceive him. Even if the old man was sometimes forgetful, Xiao Mingxin believed deep down that the statue’s aura was identical to his own.

A crazed light flashed in Wu Jizi’s eyes. He grinned sinisterly, advancing step by step toward the ice crystal coffin, his hand reaching warily for the Imperial Jade Seal.

Through their time together, he found the Straw Hat King to be quite reliable—a trustworthy companion who always gave his all for humanity, and he appreciated that.

Tianye also learned much from Jun Shi about the Valley of Wind—a place where the wind was ever-present, yet soundless and invisible.

Yang Xiaofan gave a brief explanation; he was sure that everyone understood and there was no need for further words.

Downstairs, Zhang You and Yu Yang arrived together, both marveling at the bustling scene in Yinghua Tower that evening.

The wormholes between the two star systems were numerous. In just a day, the Angel Warship had already reached its destination: the Recta galaxy cluster.

Deep beneath the peaks of Sunset Mountain Range, Zhou Lin and the others had spent several days in the unknown depths of the earth.

Meanwhile, a world-shaking rumble reverberated through the land, a tremor that seemed to pierce all creation.

“Let’s finish this off and then I’ll treat everyone to dim sum at Grand Fortune!” Shenlong called out, seeing that the Thunder Giant’s life was hanging by a thread, rallying the group for one more effort.