Chapter Eighty-Six: This Leader, I’ve Chosen!

Night Sky hesitated, sweeping his gaze around with his clairvoyance. There were no ambushes within several miles.

“I’ve heard the scenery in the Amazon is quite nice. Why don’t you all go and have some fun—my treat,” Zhang Hao raised his hands in surrender. For now, only Qin Xue was making moves, and he could handle that, but if Mu Nuan also joined in, things would get much more difficult for him.

Yet, there was an inexplicable feeling, as if in that battle, he had the whole world beneath his feet, unable to move.

As the head of Phoenix Media, he naturally knew Guo Peng, who was in direct charge of the entertainment division.

Meng Batian smiled faintly. A tall figure blocked in front of him, and with a fierce punch, smashed the claw that had been striking Meng Batian’s back.

“But you intend to affect his soul, don’t you? If something goes wrong, what recourse do we have?” Li Dao’s gaze turned hostile as the subspace began to ripple.

Although special constitutions are divided into Treasure Bodies, King Bodies, and Divine Bodies, in reality, the world only widely knows of the 108 Treasure Bodies. As for the 28 King Bodies, they are seen only once in a thousand years, and the Nine Divine Bodies exist solely in legend. Ancient records state that since the Primeval Era, the Nine Divine Bodies have never appeared again.

Mother—what is she but an uncertain element in the picture? All those memories of hardship are nothing but my recollections. Even my mother isn’t real; the various ideas about her are utter nonsense.

Lu Qing was right. Last time, he extracted a pile of pearls from those giant clams and had left them untouched in his ring’s storage space ever since.

Zhu Ge, who was beside Long Ze, only now noticed the Twisted Riftwalker and its slender fingers coated with some unknown liquid. His face turned as pale as paper, and he looked to Long Ze in panic.

After walking for a while, they had already left Wu Shouyuan far behind. Shen Qingxiu was finally unlucky enough to be trapped in the cage, followed closely by Fang Wuxing.

Zhang Hao—no, rather, the poppy behind Zhang Hao’s mask—lunged at Li Hong. The gun in Li Hong’s hand was flung far away. Taking advantage of the moment, the poppy drew her own gun from her waist, but before she could chamber a round, Li Hong struck it aside with his elbow.

Neither demonic nor divine, yet possessed of higher intelligence—they were pure beings, the humans who stood between gods and demons.

“Well… it might take some effort, like how I’ll have to find a way to win your parents’ approval,” Sun Jiashi answered with his usual candor.

What good does making a scene do? Will it accomplish anything? Can it really hinder or interfere with my business?

Standing in the curtain of rain, the Qiongqi raised its neck high and gazed down at the earth, appearing unexpectedly steady.

Moreover, the culprit was now delivered right to her. If Le Yin didn’t vent her anger, could she still call herself Le Yin’s best friend? As for that Qu Xinlan—what a disgrace to the sisterhood. No wonder she acted that way in the mall earlier.

She assumed Su Minghan had merely thought of her in passing and asked someone about her whereabouts, but to her astonishment, he had come to find her in person. Could it really be to explain what had happened that morning?

“Gone mad?” Although he had expected this, Cheng Yin Nie still showed a trace of surprise.

“My story is much like the captain’s—we were both orphans, both joined the army. From now on, we’re as close as family.” As Dragonthorn finished, Number Nine eagerly jumped in to agree. Finally finding a common point with the captain, he was determined to make the most of it.

Upon hearing his cousin’s words, Chen Biao’s face broke into a broad smile, as if he were already the deputy manager.

Wu Jianhao shouted with all his might toward the outside, hoping Lin Yu and the others had not gone far. If the Smith family’s higher-ups reacted in time, Lin Yu and his group could all be captured.

“When you return to where you were, you can try absorbing it,” that voice said in a deep tone.

Early that morning, Sheng Jiang had called to say he’d invited some friends to view the floral patterns—embroidered and printed alike—so he had no choice but to take it seriously.

The temperature was chocolate, Sake, and me, the simulation reviving your place, something, something, something me. My parents underwent a dramatic shift, for the simulation of Kunming—don't mess with me, don’t mess with me.

“Silly girl, the life of your sect leader is very precious!” With that, Yun Qiumeng laughed and gently pinched her cheek.

Listening to Di Wu’s words, laced with anger and murderous intent, Old Liang’s face remained unchanged, his wrinkled visage as calm and unruffled as an ancient well.

Here, Wen Shang had hidden his identity. He couldn’t call out “General,” so he addressed Wen Shang as “Boss,” just as he would outside.

It wasn’t that Tu Yujing overestimated himself, but he knew that Shen Yu or Shen’s father would certainly get involved. Though he had warned them to be prepared, it was clear not everyone could follow his advice.

Liu Suyun felt no pity for Lei Dong’s death; rather, she was concerned about Long Fei’s safety. After all, Lei Dong was no ordinary man—his death at Long Fei’s hands would surely attract the attention of the entire city of Jinghai.

Beside them, Chen Chao’s eyes widened. His gaze toward Huang Purui was filled with excitement and curiosity.

Upon hearing Huang Qingyuan’s words, Murong Jingjing was immediately delighted. If things were as Huang Qingyuan said, their chances of victory would be even greater.

Before the mushroom cloud had even fully risen, Chen Qi had already collided with the SSS-level mutant beast.

“The rest of you, head to the academy to accept your missions. Completing them will not only make you full inner-court disciples but will also earn you corresponding contribution points!” Bai Lihe said, addressing those ranked outside the top ten.