Chapter 64: Withdrawing from the Competition and Sealing the Pen

Huo Yanting watched her feigning sleep. Gone was the fierce resistance from earlier, and with such soft warmth in his arms, it would be a lie to say he felt nothing. Yet he understood well the difference between a single feast and endless banquets. If blame was to be assigned, it lay with Nie Yuan; in his panic, he reversed the order of commands. He should have first set up the barricades, then mounted the horses, and only afterward let the arrows fly.

Her nature was gentle and pure; she would never wish her son to become a bloodthirsty tyrant.

"This is troublesome. It's been the whole morning, yet these Black Sea Beasts refuse to leave. Were they enraged by that Supreme yesterday?" a general said gravely.

Watching Yun Fei regain his color so quickly, Paul's satisfaction grew all the more evident. He looked at Yun Fei, hopeful for his reply.

As for the scholarly general Yang Zaifei and the medical commander Qing Lianyi, there was little need to elaborate. One was a direct commander from the upper ranks, the other the chief healer of the elite forces. Should war ever break out at the Holy Light Fortress, neither could possibly be absent.

He was terrified—so much so that the very thought of the consequences left Yuan Ye Hai as stiff as a machine. Slowly, he turned his rigid neck toward the Imperial Palace, and at that moment, the distant man from Country H glanced back at him and offered a smile.

Wu Yuan couldn’t keep pace with Chen Fan’s driving. He bowed his head, searching on a tablet, and after several seconds handed it to Chen Fan.

"Let’s hear the bad news first." Uncertain as to why Feng Chen would speak so flippantly at such a time, Cold Tomb nevertheless answered.

Li Mei ground her teeth audibly, but Chen Fan's words drained her anger; her face shifted from blue to red.

Then, everyone saw a man with golden hair and a tiger-striped yellow outfit slowly emerge.

The special forces wielded overwhelming firepower and impeccable marksmanship, with snipers in the darkness targeting enemy officers for assassination.

Gong Shaoxie appeared embarrassed—after all, this was his first time becoming a father, and his excitement and nerves bordered on disbelief.

Xie Han said, "This kind of 'slander' trick you've played for years—can't you come up with something fresher?"

A whirlwind of cold and ice swept across the sky, with luminous blue magical crystals crashing fiercely into the dragon's face. Though only a fifth-tier spell, the ice magic’s suppression of its fiery nature proved remarkably effective.

In but a short while, news of Moon Li, the vampire, "visiting" this place, had already spread throughout the academy.

"How could something like this happen out of the blue? Is there some misunderstanding?" Zheng Peng asked anxiously.

Indeed, the God of War, Ares, was not of the human race but born of the dwarves—worshipped as their deity and the anchor of their faith.

At this moment, headlines from numerous news outlets read: "Tang Group, ranked fifth in the world, nears bankruptcy. How will CEO Tang Shi turn the tide?"

Yafinaileen had come to Li Chen’s tent several times, but dared not disturb him, knowing he needed rest.

Xia Fangyuan’s strength simply could not match Gong Shaoxie’s. With no other option, she was forced to reveal her true self before him.

The city had not used a single brick or tile; instead, Liu Hai employed earth magic to raise the ground by a hundred meters, then baked it with fire.

It was not for fear that those old demons in the innate realm would receive the legacy; Gongsun Xu believed that even if they entered the ruins, it was unlikely they would gain anything.

"Let him accompany you," Mo Wuque said, as spatial ripples behind him revealed an elder stepping out.