Chapter 85: The Four-Person Battlefield of Love

Zhang Zhe summoned every ounce of strength he possessed. Wen Ni’s footing slipped, and she was sent flying. Ning Sui, aware of Wen Ni’s pregnancy, was momentarily stunned with fear. In a split second, Zhou Jingyi appeared and caught Wen Ni midair. Wen Ni was genuinely terrified; once Zhou Jingyi steadied her, her eyes grew red with panic. She could never have imagined Zhang Zhe would suddenly strike, and with such murderous intent. Her legs felt weak. She knew that had Zhou Jingyi been a second late, today might have been her end.

“Why are you all here so early? Wasn’t it supposed to start at ten?” Father Guan stepped into the recording studio, surprised at the sight of everyone gathered.

Solomon hadn’t expected the Holy Light Church to make a move against the two of them. He sensed that the dozen divine warriors present had all attained the rank of intermediate gods. More importantly, Solomon noticed that below him, a high-ranking god lay hidden.

Chen Qingdi, unsure how to converse with this formidable member of the Fearless Lion Tribe, resorted to rambling nonsense, hoping to break the awkward tension in the room.

As he boosted the students’ power, he also strengthened the protection around Xiao Wanqing, determined to prevent any harm from befalling her in the future.

After speaking, the World withdrew, leaving Yuanliu Zhihong to make arrangements in the classroom.

“Actually, you needn’t push yourselves so hard. Progress gradually,” Aizawa Shota interjected at just the right moment, casting a resigned glance at the two.

With a surge atop the waterfall, Li Zhe was suddenly overwhelmed by an irresistible force, swept down to the base of the mountain. Startled, Li Zhe realized that even with his newly attained Golden Core stage, he could not withstand the torrent’s power and had to retreat backwards.

Yet Du Tianqi’s raspy voice had already captivated the entire audience in the first round, and his second song conquered them again with that same hoarse timbre. Now, the championship seemed less certain.

Liu Yi could sense, but was unable to speak or move; he was like a toy in Yi Shengxue’s hands, helpless to resist.

“You’ll die a wretched death, you bastard! You’ll die a wretched death!” Xu Kui’an wept, knowing there was no escaping his fate today.

The women chattered away, not noticing this detail; in their minds, outsiders wouldn’t dare enter here without permission.

Li Youde listened in shock as General Gong recounted things he’d never known, unable to find words for a long while.

The vast battlefield stretched for dozens of miles. The Thunder Clan and all manner of demon tribes clashed together, having lost all reason, plunging everything into chaos.

Yi Tian feigned laughter, showing none of the airs of a family head; several generals shed their armor for casual wear.

“Don’t tell me these things. You’re no better! It’s all because of you! Fortunately, a peerless powerhouse fell in this world, granting me strength strong enough that now, not even gods can stop me! Ha ha ha!” With that, Xiao Ran let out a few more sinister laughs.

Zhuoma Yangjin and Hu Bugui spoke for a while. Then one of them went out, apparently number eighty-seven. Neither dared lift the covers to check, instinctively terrified of the wind—even the air outside seemed frightening.

The two emerged holding hands; to the unknowing, they might appear as lovers. Yixuan smiled wryly and called Shao Xi over from nearby.

“She only said Madam Ma has some history and has always coveted Tang Mingsheng’s corpse,” Old Li remarked.

That mother and child’s identities were still unclear, so the gatekeeper hadn’t let them in. From afar, Chen Hui could hear a fierce voice shouting something.

About to see her father, Mu En felt a bit excited, wondering what expression Gai would show upon meeting him.

In sheer scale, the Four-Armed Golden Man’s nine spells each dwarfed Shen Tianyu’s dragon-form spell; one glance suggested the outcome of their duel was already decided.