Chapter 85: Pressing the Advantage

From the moment Cui Xiangqun plunged into the water, he swiftly concealed himself beneath the surface near the riverbank. This was why Jiang Yuan hadn’t noticed him after diving in; moreover, Cui Xiangqun was especially fortunate to find a straw on the riverbed—it was his lifeline. Without it, he could never have held his breath for so long underwater.

Only after thoroughly confirming there was no one on the shore did Cui Xiangqun begin to climb out. Gripping a branch by the bank, his body...

If she truly wished to destroy the Shen family, why go through the elaborate trouble of approaching Shen Xi? Were it not for Shen Xi’s reincarnation within the Shen family, she would never have gone to such lengths to elevate Shen Xi’s father’s official rank, all just to give him a better life.

“It’s nothing. Besides, with your father there, how could I hide away just because of a little sunlight?” Gan Qingsi grew increasingly nervous upon meeting Xi Yansheng, standing there stiffly, afraid he would form a poor impression of her.

Zhong Haoxuan knew that Li Zhi would agree—any sane person would—for cooperating with him was the only hope of survival.

After delivering the prepared lines, and at Shen Fu’s signal, a bodyguard finally went to truly shut down the live broadcast.

“Time equals distance divided by speed. If the speed decreases, the time will increase,” I replied, recalling my knowledge from middle school physics.

Seated there, giving instructions calmly and at ease, she radiated the confidence of one who commands nations; unhurried, unfazed. The experiences of recent years had forged in her the ability to remain unshaken even if Mount Tai were to crumble before her eyes.

Di Jiu landed steadily atop a towering boulder, the dusky glow of sunset burning red and illuminating her silhouette. She stood against the light, the cold wind whipping her long robe.

“How could I possibly remember something from that long ago? It must have been youthful ignorance.” Yet Jiang Yi remembered—remembered it vividly.

“I’ll give you one last chance. If you keep dawdling, you’ll really have to start calling yourself Sui Scarface!” A sharp glint flashed in my eyes as I spoke coldly.

Yet Su Meng felt that, after all these years, the courtyard was inevitably imbued with a heavy, stifling atmosphere.

Seeing Mana’s pained expression, Emperor Ogden sighed. “Don’t blame him too harshly. In those years, your father not only left the royal family, but also had many hunting him outside. That was, in fact, one reason he left—he didn’t want to bring disaster upon the Empire of Blazing Sun, his birthplace.”

After the second half began, Blackburn’s quartet in the forward line launched an aggressive offensive, achieving impressive results right from the start.

Chen Ziyun’s heart tightened. Recalling that Ye Ya had just mentioned corpse-driving techniques, he wondered—could this thing be forged using such methods? But corpse-driving was an ancient Eastern secret art. Why would it appear in Dusk City? The thought gave him a headache.

Ning Xu followed Elder Xie’s advice, preparing fruits each day to help alleviate Su Meng’s morning sickness. Yet Su Meng still had no appetite, her face as pale and sickly as ever.

The unknown rifts between spaces were often fraught with danger. A single step forward might lead into a brand-new dimensional world, or the void of the universe, or even a storm of nothingness that could shred both people and objects to fragments in an instant, annihilating them utterly.

So at this moment, the ten thousand elite warriors in the stands, cheering for the new recruits, were completely unaware that today’s grand competition had already evolved into a high-stakes contest that would shake the very ranks of the camp’s instructors.

“There are only two shares, but there are three of us. How should we divide them?” Ye Ya fixed her gaze on Tang Ni as she spoke, ignoring Chen Ziyun entirely.

Careful and attentive, Tang Na’s heart grew all the heavier after noticing this.

Three years seemed not to have brought them any closer to that invincible being; instead, the gap only widened, growing so vast it felt utterly hopeless.

As the light flashed, she heard hurried footsteps. In the next instant, everything returned to normal—the Corpse King of the Southern Frontier had vanished, the ocarina dropped to the ground, rocking gently. Yan Li quickly reached out and picked it up.