Chapter 829: He Chen: That

In the large lecture hall.

Xu Kaiyang’s kneeling sent shockwaves through the room.

Xu was such a proud man; if not pushed into utter desperation, how could he possibly kneel before an enemy? It was surely harder than killing him.

One could only imagine how vile He Chen’s actions had been!

Xu Kaiyang knelt there, hearing public opinion begin to swing overwhelmingly in his favor—he should have been glad.

Or at least, it might have somewhat offset the humiliation of his kneel.

But

From the start until the 15-minute mark, Cheng Yi had been passively taking hits; only after switching to the bottom lane at 15 minutes did he engage in a bloody clash with KHAN and directly KO his opponent. This doesn’t prove how strong he is, but at least proves he isn’t a fraud—lying low, that’s true wisdom.

The primordial breath within him surged to its peak, its power vast and overwhelming; Lin Tianyang frowned, and the primordial breath flowing through his body immediately converged toward his dantian.

Lin Qianmo tapped her foot, retreating swiftly, avoiding the residual waves of the ghostly claws while twisting the Lingshuang Sword in her right hand.

Just as those fists were about to strike Ye Hao, his body suddenly curled with perfect precision, evading the attacks entirely, then Shunshi pulled Wu Yihan into his arms and stepped back several paces.

There was a faint, wordless sorrow of autumn’s chill, a touch of resentment like strands of black silk between fingers, a hint of relief, a whisper of joy, a trace of anticipation.

As soon as the old woman turned out the door, Yan Chong could no longer hold on—he nearly collapsed onto Pei Jinruo’s shoulder.

Mu Nian’an pressed her petal-like lips together—that was the sign of forcibly suppressing her rage. She controlled her emotions and said calmly: “Director Liu, discussing work is discussing work. Personal attacks are utterly despicable.”

It seemed he couldn’t escape this line of work. He let out a quiet internal laugh, took the item Zhu Liye handed him, and put it away.

Jiao Jiangbo didn’t hesitate—he pulled a secure phone from the office safe and swiftly reported to the homeland.

Sun Qian inserted the USB drive at the right moment and played a video showing Lin Dong and Xu Dong.

Zhu Yingying walked over, patted her shoulder, and comforted her: “It’s fine, we still have time—we’ll find a way!” She believed in Mo Langyue, just as she believed in Yun Mama.

When she first heard he was moving, her mind instantly jumped to the thought that he was abandoning her—she was utterly at a loss; then, when she heard he was taking her with him, the stone in her heart finally dropped.

Cheng Lingzhi was startled by their sudden movements, frowned, wondering why they’d acted so abruptly.

Yue Longcheng froze, lips parting as if to speak, but Ye Zimei smiled, turned, and walked out. Her melodious laughter still lingered in his ears, yet the beauty had already left the city god temple. Yue Longcheng stared at her fading silhouette, a pang of sorrow gripping his heart—unknown why, his eyes grew damp.

“Heh, what a stray dog… Did that man leave a name?” Mi Yan suddenly chuckled.

The night breeze brushed gently, like a lover’s breath. The moonlight seemed shy, veiled by a faint gauze—suddenly, flowers, flowing water, cascading waterfalls, flying birds—all within the cave appeared even more hazy under the moonlight.

So when the trailer played again on TV, netizens stared at the screen once more, watching it again—even though they’d already seen it once, they were moved a second time.

After paying 200 points, a warm stream surged from Mi Yan’s abdomen, spreading through his limbs and every vein.

At the moment he moved, dozens of hidden figures around them leapt out, unleashing torrents of true qi attacks toward the three generals.

Upon hearing this system prompt, Tong Tian paused in surprise, then immediately sent screenshots of the message to every online friend in his contact list.