Chapter 197: The Empress and the Demon Lord Are Fighting Over a Man

Mu Yueyao gazed at Chen Mo, her eyes brimming with murderous intent.

Previously, she had sensed a faint hint of danger on Chen Mo, so she had been wary; her words just now were merely a test, never expecting to achieve her goal with just a few sentences.

"Hmph, stubborn to the end."

"Do you think I'm the same as those previous demon clans?"

Mu Yueyao's eyes flared with ice-blue light; at this moment, her aura was no longer concealed—swirling demonic energy surged straight toward the heavens, brilliant.

A few team members opened their mouths but said nothing; in a team, everything followed the captain's lead—his decision, right or wrong, must be obeyed as long as it didn't endanger the team's survival.

Heat's head coach Pat Riley gathered all the players together and briefly told them about the next round of matches.

Song Tianji followed Angel out of the forbidden zone toward the arena; as he stepped into the space of Menglan Continent, Song Tianji found it far easier to sense the rules here—various elemental forces filled the heavens and earth, making him feel as if he had gained wings.

A newcomer called "God" would inevitably draw countless stares and challenges; put kindly, it could be a trial to hone oneself; put plainly, endless provocations and suppression would cause you to perish swiftly.

Sparks flew again; the black lightning struck Zhang Ye's wrist with no effect whatsoever—the Twelve Trials' effect was immediate; Zhang Ye's eyes flashed with a vicious gleam, and his left hand clenched tightly.

Breathing was impossible; every movement bore crushing, despair-inducing gravitational pressure and obstruction.

The surrounding troops laughed heartily, their hands never still—some polished blades and spears, others arranged arrows, still others swung weapons for warm-up, each one eager and ready to leap into action.

"No… the awakening of that entity was completely beyond my expectations, otherwise I wouldn't be in this mess now!" Angus shook his head and replied.

Ye Huan's current strength is merely at the million-person level, but within that same tier, no one is his match—not even Kanut, hailed as a great hero by the Muria people.

"Alright then!" Mu Tiankuang nodded eagerly and actually reached into his space to pull out a teapot and three cups.

Yin Qinghe thought it in his heart, but dared not show even a trace on his face—he knew his father best: cruel, cunning, and ruthless; despite being his own son, if his father truly decided to, he would erase him without a moment's hesitation.

She stole a glance at Wu Song; Wu Song's expression was awkward, like a husband sneaking home late at night caught red-handed by his wife—"Puff!" Pan Jinlian couldn't help but laugh, yet her heart was sweeter than honey.

"What? How can they just walk in like that? We've been waiting in line for half the day!!" A chorus of indignant shouts rose from behind.

Only when a dial tone echoed from the phone did Qingjie pull it from her ear, sitting slumped on the chair, lost in thought, vacant.

But just then, a shrill voice intruded inappropriately, brimming with malice.

Team B wasn't nearly as harmonious; eating tasteless biscuits, Qian Yaya's heart was filled with grievance.

As for whether Li Chen would one day return to the Buddha Realm and forget her—those things hadn't happened yet, Nie Wei didn't want to grieve over what hadn't occurred.

With this powerful shout, Zhusha's metal elemental life force surged entirely into this punch.

Indeed, the sea folk all stared wide-eyed, especially the young sea folk—each at the peak of youthful vigor—who, upon suddenly seeing such a tempting body, could possibly restrain themselves?

At this moment, Situ Zhaoyuan nearly wanted to spit blood again; faced with the overwhelming pressure of imperial authority, he was utterly powerless, helpless to resist. He clenched his fists tightly in secret, yet could only retreat.