The survivors of the Flame Queen Legion saw their commander, Angelina, being forced into a corner, yet none of them even dared raise their heads.
Just moments ago, several members of the territory had stared directly at this deity and been swept by a wave of divine might, crushed into bloody mist.
That glaring crimson still stained the bluestone pavement, reminding everyone of this deity's terror and cruelty.
"Three..."
"Two..."
The icy countdown was like Death's whisper, pounding against—
Looking again at Zhan Tianshuo's sharp gaze, which seemed capable of sucking people into his eyes, I smugly reveled in it for quite a while without anyone noticing.
"Did the Macke Lineage make any unusual moves beforehand?" Since the two competitors now onstage were evenly matched in strength, the contest could only come down to the pure performance of their crystal badges. Murong Yan still found it hard to believe that Lu Sen and the others could be so foolish as to insist on competing when they knew they were bound to lose.
"Don't worry. That guy should be more than willing to come here." As Liu Wei spoke, he pulled out his phone from his pocket, quickly searched for a number, then walked aside and made a call.
Murong Xuehen listened quietly without speaking. The pressure of her hands remained soft and just right, releasing a tenderness that belonged to this man.
They ate sunflower seeds as they watched the vast North China Plain outside the window. The train sped onward, flinging field after field of corn behind it, while stretches of golden rapeseed flowers flashed past.
Guo Shaoming might not be able to do anything to you, but if the other villagers found out, they would probably drag you out and beat you senseless even if you hid under