Chapter Ninety-Six: Testing the Limits of an Outburst

“The duty of Crescent Moon is to protect you!” The divine lord’s command had been clear: to safeguard Huang Ziqi. In a moment such as this, should he fail in his charge, the divine lord would have his skin flayed and roasted over fire upon his return.

He watched as the youth’s expression grew utterly dark, tension etched across his face, those shadowed blood-red eyes deepening. At his summons, the two responded almost before their minds could catch up, appearing before him in an instant.

Ye Zhifou’s chest heaved violently, but seeing that he was not pushed away, her heart softened, and she gradually loosened her grip. Su Yan immediately began to chant a spell, her fingers flying in a dizzying sequence. After a series of dazzling movements, the petals of the Azure Lotus were crushed into a fine, even pulp and kneaded into juice.

The reporters stood obediently in their designated area; as yet, no media outlet had dared to sneak in and secretly photograph the banquet. Still, just watching the wealthy merchants and traders alight from their cars would be enough for several eye-catching headlines.

They jostled and fought, neither willing to yield. In the end, every grain of rice and every drop of soup was consumed between the two of them, not even a trace of broth left behind.

Quickly, she sampled another dish. The tofu was fresh and tender, trembling precariously atop her chopsticks as though it might collapse at any moment. The sensation as it melted in her mouth was beyond words.

Ye Piaoling, listening nearby, could scarcely resist the urge to pry open Ye Jichu’s head to see what was inside his thick skull.

Outside the Yan capital, chaos reigned—bodies strewn everywhere, the carnage unending as countless fell. Standing high above, the emperor surveyed the battlefield below, his Yan soldiers brimming with morale, charging forth with unstoppable momentum.

The burly man continued to laugh maniacally, wielding his long staff down upon the fallen scout with relentless force.

In truth, she longed to ask Qin Tang if he could write a song for her, but in the end, she could not bring herself to voice the request.

“Lord Elf, your invention is truly ingenious! I wonder if you’d be willing to sell this patent to me. Should there be any profit from its future use, I’ll give you a tenth share!” Svir Lulu exclaimed excitedly at the side.

They soon took a transport to the docks, where a black airship lay moored in the distance. Members of the technical team bustled about, inspecting every part of the vessel.

With a deft maneuver, Chen Yin disrupted the formation of the three’s coordinated attack, skillfully evading the incoming strikes, leaving the master surnamed Dong unable to respond in time.

These Boss troops, once Darius’ elite guards—blessed by Ahura Mazda, god of goodness—were the cream of the crop, far superior to the alliance of Chen Yin and the Knights’ Guild. Yet, before the King of Terror, they were as insignificant as weeds.

“Rose, something feels wrong. It’s as if someone is using me, making me do their bidding…” Yu sat at the edge of the bed, his face grim, speaking with measured seriousness.

The fishing net trailed from the sea’s surface downward, forming a vast cylindrical enclosure over a hundred meters wide, its bottom cinched shut, creating a massive chamber open above but sealed below.

“Hmph! I wanted sushi, what’s it to you?” Lin Xiaoxiao shot Fang Hao an annoyed glare, opened her plump lips, and stuffed a mouthful of sushi in, only to choke and hiccup repeatedly.

Except for a handful of the most wicked, who were executed, the rest—most acting under duress—were given leniency, sentenced to hard labor or imprisonment ranging from one to twenty years.

This was a war without gunpowder, yet its outcome would determine the fate of all six realms.

“Mm…” Su Yile was brought to tears, blinking pitifully at the man’s furious expression.

The forum thread continued to gain momentum, with tens of thousands commenting, thrusting the engagement of the Ling and Xia families to the top of the city’s entertainment gossip headlines.

Now that she had returned, she could only ignore her unease and remind herself—this was only her mother-in-law, nothing more.

But this time, even though he had seen people there, the persistent knocking on the door left him afraid at last.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have let Huo Ran make her own decision—he should have advised her sooner, sparing her the indecision that only made things worse in the end.

For someone so unwilling to suffer loss—if he couldn’t even avenge her, how could he face living in this world?

Yan Yinuo, however, clearly would not heed Yan Lin’s commands; even appealing to familial ties was useless.

“Ye Qi, my child, you’ve been away so long—have you learned to joke with me?” The Creator looked at Ye Qi, and with a wave of his hand, golden light flashed; the warrior Ye Qi had slain opened his eyes once more, his wounds miraculously healed.

As gunfire erupted, all the mines and explosives were thrown from the truck, and together with the tracked vehicle, they surged forward almost simultaneously.

The distance took several hundred breaths to cross. For Sally, even a demon of strength would need only a dozen breaths to run it at full speed, but neither Doro nor Sally dared to risk it.

This time, Zhang Xiang did not celebrate as he had after the last goal, for even now he could scarcely believe he had truly scored.

For his own safety, Baron Ankara had no choice but to summon Palatty’s avatar at once, giving Doro and his companions a chance to escape.

Only after Isabel left did the long-haired man finally relax, calculating that if he kept acting like a leader much longer, he would lose his mind.

While many vied for jobs at Ren’ai Hospital, in the province of FJ, a major personnel reform pilot program—comparable to the nation-shaping reforms of a great leader—was being rolled out in earnest.

With a roar, he charged forward with the speed of a sixth-level enhancement. Strength at the sixth level surged forth; the oppressive force and wind pressure crashed toward Wei Feng like a raging tide, yet the deadliest threat lay in the two sharp scythes clutched in his hands.