Chapter 877: The Big Boss of the Arena

No matter what others thought, for Zhou Yi himself, this Hong Kong Film Award ceremony was truly not important at all—

Although the Golden Horse Awards still placed considerable weight on the two music categories, ranking them just after Best Director, Best Actor, and Best Actress, to Zhou Yi today, it meant little.

He hadn’t bothered to attend even when “The Elephant’s Walk” was nominated, back when he hadn’t yet reached his current status—let alone now.

Even

Not to mention Lin Zheng’s villa in Langya City; even Lin Baoguo and his family had always lived in a four-bedroom, two-living-room suite developed by Tianyuan Construction themselves, and Lin Zheng genuinely worried whether his parents could be comfortable in such a place.

Kibi shrugged his shoulders and made a harmless joke—he was only saying it out loud. If he actually encountered a newly emerged mutant beast, he’d run as far as he could. Unknown creatures were always dangerous, and Kibi had no intention of losing his life here. He still had so much money left to spend.

The attendants around them, seeing Xie Yuanbai slash out such a sharp blade, immediately began chattering among themselves, and their gazes toward Chen Fan even held a touch of contempt—after all, no one liked someone arrogant, unaware of his own worth, blind to his true strength.

“But logically, Zuo Ke couldn’t possibly rebel—the elite surrounding the Immortal King have all followed me out; we brought over two hundred artifacts, while on the Immortal Capital’s side, there are barely over a hundred. Even if he harbored such intentions, how could he possibly rebel?” Yun Mo still couldn’t understand.

Across from him, Adriek sat atop his horse, watching Jisilunte finally emerge; the general finally let out a quiet sigh of relief.

The Fourteenth Pope felt puzzled and was about to speak again when suddenly the two elders began breathing, their hearts slowly beating, the sound growing louder—thump, thump, thump—like war drums booming.

On such an intense battlefield, timing must be measured in microseconds. Countless beams of light energy crisscrossed every instant, leaving combatants with virtually no reaction time. Only cosmic warriors strong enough to reach the meteor-star level could move freely in such an environment, searching for openings amid thousands of data exchanges per second.

Xia Ya gently unfolded the object, then plunged both hands deep into it—immediately, a glow erupted, and the thing clung to Xia Ya’s body like spider silk, spreading outward until, from his shoulder blades, two long wings suddenly manifested.

Around his feet lay the ruins of a battlefield spanning over thirty li, saturated with the fist intent and divine awareness of thirteen powerful beings.

Thus, these factions could only suppress the Nangong Clan before it soared—or even expel it from Mingyu Mountain—so that even with the Destiny Map, it could never awaken the Heavenly Capital ruins.

So Gypsy wasn’t a fool; if one day he could trade his sentence for life imprisonment and save his own life, it would be worth it.

As Xiang Yufeng spoke, the majority in the hall immediately resonated, applause erupting again—louder and more vigorous than before.

Yes, though it seemed slightly troublesome, Lian had indeed achieved this—and this was the only possible chance Lian had to survive.

More and more angry classmates stepped forward, pushing and shoving Jiang Hui into a corner.

Keep in mind, behind the Sun Clan stood an ancient, powerful force far stronger than the Sun Clan itself—this era was also known as the Second-Generation Master: Mu Xie Daochang.

Zhao Zilong ultimately rode away. Watching him grow smaller and smaller down the street, Tian Tian stood there, filled with melancholy. But as she savored the lingering sweetness on her tongue, her heart stirred with a faint sweetness.