Chapter 159

“I think the emotions we’re feeling right now are already evident in the expressions of the NXG athletes behind me.”

Jiang Ming, of course, wouldn’t let those traitors’ cowardly behavior slide; as he picked up the microphone, he subtly turned his body to angle the camera toward the several teammates behind him. Each of them wore radiant smiles, grinning like fools.

Just looking at them, one could truly feel the genuine joy radiating from within.

He placed the bronze coffin on the ground, took a deep breath, and gazed at the graceful figure floating before him. She remained as beautiful as ever—her warmth, her familiarity—enough to make Gu Que burst into tears.

“Holy shit, you’re insane. She just said one sentence, and you conjured up all this nonsense from it.” With that, he slammed the phone down before Jiang Ya could reply.

Yun Lu couldn’t help but laugh and sigh at once—this was even more shameless than his usual behavior. Yet precisely because of it, his inner frustration grew even stronger.

Streams of light, as solid as physical matter, seemed to have congealed into liquid, swirling around the four figures—appearing harmonious, yet each step brimming with peril.

The Zhetian Clan’s patriarch and the thousand earth-grade flying golden ants lay barely alive, slumped beneath the golden pear tree.

At this moment, the Second Elder of Tuntian withdrew his gaze from his teacup and smiled warmly at Jiang Fan.

“Senior Sister Fei Yan, I’ve practiced swordplay all day and my whole body aches. You look around slowly—I’m not staying.” With that, Yue Qianlang buried her head underwater.

“If you can still sleep, it at least means you don’t have much guard up around me.” Yue Qianlang sat down beside him. Seeing him sound asleep, she leaned her head against his shoulder. Su Jue showed no reaction at all, so she took a deep breath and shifted closer still.

A massive, dark-red lightning bolt cracked down, striking the Yin Tian Veil directly. The veil shuddered, its inner radiance swirling. The dark-red lightning poured over the white veil, each streak of red flame clinging to its surface. Silver lightning coiled around it, hissing incessantly—the sound piercing straight into the soul.

Chen Zhu said nothing. She waved her hand, watching He Sai enter the driver’s seat. Mu Liao waited beside his car, and as Chen Zhu approached, he gallantly opened the passenger door for her.

Mo Xing and his Martial Army had already declared war on the Snake Clan; the two sides were now locked in mortal enmity, so Mo Xing had no reason to hold back—whenever an opportunity arose, he slaughtered without mercy.

Regardless, today I’ve already earned over ten million—more than good enough.

Long Jianfei and Ye Ling sat to the right of Fatty, while A Duo and Na Ya sat in the back seat—this annoyed Fatty greatly.

Someone hefted the pile of things, and another rustle followed. Probably An An was weighing them in her hands, Qu Yu thought.

Four plum blossoms were the second-to-last warning level, just below five connected plums. Thus, when disciples of the Five Plum Peak saw them, they knew something major had happened and rushed toward Mo Shihan’s residence.

Liu Shang gripped the young man’s hand with one arm and swung the Starzi Sword before him, blocking falling bricks, tiles, and wood splinters. Neither dared pause for a moment. After squeezing through the wide-open single gate of the painting hall, they saw Mu Hengzhou protecting Ran Tong watching them from afar.

With a dull boom, the black coffin lid was ripped into the air. Inside the coffin, a person was indeed trapped—but it was not Xia Yun.

“Hua! Wake up!” Lian Hua slowly regained consciousness as Li Ao’s voice kept echoing in his ears.

If not for this, Koldak would’ve had to slog through the ranks as a platoon leader for a long time.

Several minutes passed before Nidhogg finally opened his eyes. He rubbed his bald head and a faint smile curled at his lips.