Chapter 159

"I think the emotions we're feeling right now are already evident in the expressions of the NXG players 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, skillfully directing the camera toward the several teammates behind him. They each 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 retort.

Yun Lu couldn't help but laugh and groan at once—this remark was even more shameless than his usual behavior. Yet precisely because of that, his inner resentment grew even stronger.

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

The Zhetian Clan's patriarch and the thousand earth-grade flying golden ants were also on the brink of death, slumped weakly beneath the golden pear tree.

At this moment, the Second Elder of Tuntian drew 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 won't be joining you." With that, Yue Qianlang buried her head underwater.

"If you can still sleep, it at least means you don't have such high guard against 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 Yue Qianlang took a deep breath and shifted her body closer still.

A massive, dark-red thunderclap crackled and struck the Yin Tian Curtain directly. The curtain shuddered, its inner radiance swirling. Dark-red lightning poured over the white curtain, each streak of red flame clinging to its surface. Silver lightning coiled around it, hissing incessantly—sounds that clawed at 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 when Chen Zhu approached, he gallantly opened the passenger door for her.

Mo Xing and his Martial 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 he had already earned over ten million—more than decent enough.

Long Jianfei and Ye Ling now sat to the right of Fatty, while A Duo and Na Ya sat in the backseat—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 indicated the second-to-last warning level, just below Five Plum in a Row. Thus, when disciples of the Five Plum Peak saw it, they all knew something major had occurred and hurried toward Mo Shihan's residence.

Liu Shang gripped the young man with one hand and wielded the Star Seed Sword in front of him, swinging it left and right to block 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 gradually regained consciousness as Li Ao's voice kept echoing in his ears.

If not for this, Koldak would likely have to slog through the ranks of platoon leader for some time.

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