Chapter 571: Born as the EK Chosen Sacred Body!

At first, Odin’s mind hadn’t caught up.

But soon, this ruler of the Nine Realms saw through Alvin’s little scheme at once.

Is he helping them?

No, this boy’s appetite is truly enormous—he intends to swallow all of Asgard!

“Just swapping one master for another”? Sounds nice, but isn’t it just leaving the tiger’s mouth and stepping into the wolf pack?

What benefit is there for the people of Asgard?!

Lele wanted to tell Lin Fan that yes, Hai Lan was the one seeking revenge, but they didn’t even know how to write the word “death” yet—this was just humiliation before the strike.

She was a dreamweaver; everything in the dream was her creation, except this bizarre train.

It was already past eight at night; although Bu Hui had asked the audience for a break, he still went live.

Luo Sha was a mysterious figure, but someone had leaked his photo—Hai Lan wondered if Luo Sha was the one who started the ranking list.

In fact, after Bu Hui fired his third shot, the remaining two Type 59s arrived, coordinating with him to each fire one round and eliminate the last Z111.

When Ye Zitong woke up, everything before her was white; she stared for a long time before realizing she was in a hospital. The next second, she sat up abruptly, but the pain in her abdomen sent a cold sweat cascading over her body, leaving her too weak to stay upright.

Liu Yunlong’s sword technique was powerful; the blade qi extended several centimeters from the tip, terrifyingly evident—he had clearly grasped the essence of the blade.

Hai Lan ignored Li Shi’s furious expression; she caught Bai Xue’s glance, and Bai Xue was glancing back. At the same moment, both lifted the corners of their lips. Bai Xue paid no mind to Li Shi’s rage, instead pulling over a chair and leaning back against it as if uninvolved, facing Hai Lan.

Ye Chen walked along the perimeter of the unit, observing them, appreciating them; naturally, their conversations reached his ears. Because of his hat, the brim was pulled low—so long as no one paid attention, he remained unrecognizable.

The media claimed it was absolutely true: the CEO and Lawyer Ye had long been secretly married; yesterday they used a couple’s hot spring package for a full day and night, leaving early fearing discovery at dawn—but still couldn’t escape the media’s eyes.

Perhaps Yi Man was just an ordinary person; it was just that Su Sihan had seen too many of them, giving her the feeling that everyone looked like a lost rich beauty from the common world.

Liu Feng froze for a moment, then suddenly remembered—he’d been so enchanted by Jiang Feilin’s charm that he’d forgotten to take advantage of her to get revenge. Now, with her reminder, he recalled it, and felt deep regret: damn, his self-control had been terrible lately.

“Nan Gong Yi, are you mad? Do you even know who you are?” Murong Feng cried out in pain as he tugged at his clothes.

The old man followed Zhu Yan; just as Zhu Yan was about to leave, she noticed he was still trailing her. Helpless, she bought him a ticket too.

In the blink of an eye, the two already shattered voids trembled violently again. Vast, surging energies erupted from within.

“Then let’s be fair: if I win, you become my lifelong loyal servant; if I lose, I become yours. How’s that?” Nan Gong Yi waved his hand.

A sarcastic voice interrupted Lin Anran’s thoughts; she turned to see Wu Shanshan glaring at her with ill intent.

No hysterical screaming. No theatrical tears. The years-long marriage ended quietly.

“Worth it? Hah! Even if Heaven’s Emperor himself showed up today, I swear I won’t stop—you will all die today!” Liu Feng coldly eyed the four, a chilling smile curling on his lips.

The Dao Sovereign realm—though considered lofty and unattainable by ordinary people—was still far, far too weak for Fang Lin. He knew well the true power of that faction.