Volume One, Chapter 34: The Chinese Spear God?

At that moment, the setting sun vanished completely beyond the horizon, and its dazzling radiance disappeared from Cloud City altogether.

At that moment, the dead memories told Qi Fengling that something momentous was about to happen here.

As Qi Fengling turned and looked toward the first floor, an entirely different scene entered his sight.

“Is that so?” the Sword-Hiding Master said through clenched teeth. Having had his sword broken was an utter humiliation to him. He would never allow such a thing to happen again. Therefore, he had to kill the man before him—with a single fatal blow.

And Zhang Zhetian, who was only nineteen, still had countless years ahead of him and limitless potential to rise further. His goal was to surpass Lev Yashin, who stood at the summit of the pyramid, and become the greatest goalkeeper in the entire history of football.

“Ahh—” A piercing pain suddenly shot through the bandaged wound on her ankle. She bit her lip and endured the wave of agony.

Upon hearing this, Qing Shuang also felt that the matter was difficult to judge. If the Emperor had truly recovered, there would naturally be no need to risk leaving the palace and implicating Zeng Shaocong. But if the Emperor’s recovery was indeed merely a rumor deliberately spread by the Empress, then would remaining here not be tantamount to seeking her own death? Qing Shuang’s thoughts turned in a hundred directions, and for a time she could not decide whether to stay or leave.

This time, Sister-in-Law Wu did not evade the matter. Perhaps she had already made up her mind. Sure enough, that evening she called Brother Li, asked a few more questions about Ke Zhengzhou, and finally decided to help us—while helping herself in the process.

Yifan’s eyes darkened, and the corners of his lips curved into a seductive smile capable of enchanting anyone. With a forceful thrust from beneath her, their bodies joined once more.

“Bring in the prisoner!” Li Zicheng shouted in a low voice.

Two burly soldiers opened the cage and dragged Prince Fu out. Supporting him from either side, they brought him before the seat and barked, “Kneel!”

Terrified beyond measure, Prince Fu’s knees gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.

Yifan let her cry as wildly as she wished, offering no words of comfort. He knew she was venting. Some emotions could not be forced down into one’s heart; if they were constantly suppressed, they would leave a psychological scar.

Still, the charm of football lay in the fact that one could never know the final result. Many believed the stronger side would win, but sometimes, overcoming the strong despite being weak—that was football.

Li Zicheng patted the boy on the head. “Good! Go back for now. When the time comes, I’ll call for you to come along.”

The two bid each other farewell and parted ways.

Although this was nothing significant to him, the fact that he had no obligation to represent her—and that, given his status, he was willing to think of her in this way—made it impossible for Rong Yi not to be moved.

Listening to the words of these laborers, Yang Yu calmly walked to his seat and sat down. After taking a sip of the bottled water on the table, he spoke.

When the hidden guard helped the doomed warrior into the courtyard and brought him before Steward Wang, there was not the slightest trace of pity or agitation in the steward’s eyes. He merely asked in a casual tone,

A Soul Venerable gritted his teeth and stepped forward. Three soul rings—white, yellow, and purple—lit up simultaneously, and a massive stone shield rose before him.

The icy current was blocked by the stone shield, but both the shield and the Soul Venerable behind it were frozen into ice statues.

His emotions were extremely agitated at that moment. Having been struck at the source of his tears, he could no longer control or release them. All the hardship and suffering in his heart, hidden there for so long like a malignant growth, came surging out.

Thus, several civilians present volunteered to step forward. Naturally, they would be responsible for their own lives should they die during the experiment. Although nearly ten thousand people were gathered there, few dared to volunteer.

But the mischievous child Shi Hao always felt that there was something inexplicably familiar about their group. For some reason, however, he could not remember what it was.

After crossing the border of the Land of the Moon, three frontier watchtowers belonging to the Land of Lightning came into view, each rising more than twenty meters high.

“One cannot rely on one side’s account alone. What General Yan just said isn’t quite right, is it?” Wen Ning walked over slowly and gestured for the security guards to first remove the wrench from Yan Chuang’s hand.