Six Holy Sons of the Holy Spirit Cult

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At this moment.

In the distance, the heart of Ju Zi, the God of War Empress, was entangled by countless invisible threads.

Anxiety and unease surged through her heart wave after wave.

The moment Long Zhanye severely wounded Huo Yuhao, the line of defense she had erected in her heart long ago began to waver.

She had thought herself heartless enough, resolute enough, capable of completely erasing that name.

Yet when Huo Yuhao's figure fell from the sky and blood scattered across the heavens, she realized that no matter what, she could not forget that person.

The feelings she had once buried in the deepest recesses of her memory suddenly tore apart all her disguises and coldness.

She had even felt a trace of killing intent toward Long Zhanye. If he were to die at Huo Yuhao's hands like this, perhaps she would no longer have to face that tangled conflict and contradiction.

But in the end, she suppressed that sliver of killing intent. Her face still bore the calmness and majesty befitting an empress.

Only within those eyes, cold as frigid stars, did complex tides churn.

What Long Zhanye displayed before them was something no one had expected.

He had not discussed it with anyone beforehand, nor had he acted according to the strategic arrangements they had settled on. Instead, he had stepped onto the dueling arena alone.

One man, one drumbeat—he intended to face all the experts of Shrek Academy by himself.

Such courage and arrogance made the six Offering Elders of the Sun Moon Empire's Offering Hall behind Ju Zi exchange glances.

One of the most senior Offering Elders slowly stepped forward, his gaze falling upon the solitary figure suspended in the distant sky.

His voice was low