Chapter 83 Defeat

Lin Yue was terrified that Mo Ziyuan would discover the truth, so she no longer wanted them to have any contact. By this point, she was already approaching the cruelty of a crime, destroying an innocent person with the mindset of erasing all evidence. Her twisted, shattered heart could never be restored to its original state.

Her hands, hanging at her sides, clenched and relaxed in turn, her eyes filled with intense hatred and loathing.

It took her a long time to compose herself, finally managing a perfectly measured smile before walking toward the two of them. But halfway there, she saw Jiujiu leaving. Surprised for a moment, she naturally approached Mo Ziyuan, greeting him with a radiant smile, “Ziyuan, you really are incredible, I truly…”

Ding Jiuxi had always been someone who did as she pleased. Although recently the two of them seemed to do many things together, perhaps that was precisely why Xuan Che almost misunderstood something.

“I... I’ll do my best!” The doctor, who had never encountered such a violent family member, was so frightened he could barely speak coherently.

“For now, this is all we can do. I just hope Madam Si doesn’t do anything foolish,” Ding Jiuxi admitted, unable to entirely suppress her own concerns.

Bathed in moonlight atop the mountain peak, Meng Changsheng sat cross-legged, letting the gentle glow wash over him. He brought his entire being into harmony, mind and spirit as one, and only when he felt he’d reached his peak did he begin to attempt a breakthrough.

Doudou blinked at Cheng Moyu when she saw him. “You’ve finished your business?” She had thought he wouldn’t be able to return today.

“Hahaha, nothing escapes Huanfeng’s notice. Don’t expose me, or Lady Ming will have a good laugh at my expense.” Gong Junhao ushered the two into a private room, perfectly sized, furnished with a square table and chairs—it seemed to be Gong Junhao’s own dining room.

Mo Li, clinging to his back, shook her head again and again. It wasn’t his fault. If only she hadn’t been so willful, if not for her, perhaps none of this would have happened, and this child would never have existed.

That night, while drinking, Prince Dingbei grew excited as he recounted his youthful exploits on the battlefield. Fired up by his own tales, he would sometimes leap up and brandish his sword, demonstrating his moves.

Not long after, the people sitting on the sofa saw several of them walk in and were astonished, glancing back at Li Xin as if he were some sort of monster.

Li Bin and Ye Mu had no idea that this young man was the most gifted member of the Li family’s generation, the one who had stirred up enormous trouble and stolen the bronze dragon head from the Paul family—Li Ying.

“Bang!” Hu Ao was dodging the blood wolf’s spiked club when he was struck heavily in the waist, sent hurtling down from the air like a shooting star, crashing deep into the ground and leaving a human-shaped crater.

The sword still buzzed and trembled, its blood-red hue as vivid as if it had been soaked in the freshest blood.

“All right, enough nonsense. Now let’s move on to what you really want to see: how to properly slay a Lord-level boss,” Blue Sky said with a smile to the streaming metal orb.

Still unsatisfied, she waved her hand in all directions, unleashing a chaotic barrage. In just moments, the once picturesque courtyard was reduced to utter chaos.

The moment the phrase “Toad Technique” was uttered, everyone in the audience felt a peculiar sensation rise within them.

Shaking her head, Yun Weiyang sighed softly, her eyes closing for a moment. When she opened them again, a cold light glinted within.

Tengqi Group was demonstrating its formidable strength to the world. Only now did the ordinary players realize that none of these powerhouse guilds were simple, and some even wondered when Shuimu Guild or the Baa Group might display such skills.

It was only a brief introduction, but that was all he needed—a function like this, holding the Roar of the Battlefield in his hand, his voice rising as he spoke.

This was a method he’d learned in the south for making grass pot lids, usually used to cover bamboo steamers when cooking rice.

As for the assessment, Grete had always been indifferent; diligent study was already the most important part of his life plan.

She just didn’t know if the price for such a prime location was within a tolerable range. In truth, she didn’t hold out much hope.