Chapter 77: Titans from All Spheres Enter the Arena

[Ten Years of Chaos in the Countryside—The Heiress Suspected of Being a Public Plaything!]

The headline was sharp and dangerously suggestive.

The accompanying image captured Li Jiuwei embracing an elderly man, the angle of the shot chosen with extreme cunning.

Feng Su’s face was taut, an aura of chilling intimidation radiating from him. “Which tabloid is this?”

“An unknown third-rate rag.”

“It needn’t exist,” he pronounced, sealing the paper’s fate with a single sentence.

The uproar online was explosive.

Aside from the generals sent abroad for campaigns, these men were nearly the highest-ranking military authorities in the Kingdom of Layton.

As the supreme leader, Zhao Zhengce’s concluding remarks were remarkably lengthy, clearly the result of careful preparation. This only further convinced Huang Tiexin that the Harmony Committee must have been acting under orders from the top leader himself; why else would Governor Zhao be so earnest?

Bielefeld was bustling with a lively, harmonious atmosphere, except for those few saints who sensed an impending storm of unimaginable terror.

Qin Hui’s words resonated through the grand hall, instantly drowning out all other voices. Both the war and peace factions knew that now, with hundreds of thousands of Song troops stranded in Bianjing, unable to advance or retreat, their resources steadily draining away, Qin Hui was urging Zhao Xing to make a decision—war or peace.

Master Duobao’s faith was unshakable. Yes, he told himself, I cannot and will not die. Of this, he was eternally certain.

When news broke that Luo Hou, one of the four Ashura Kings, had personally tried to kill Han Xiangzi, Iron Crutch Li fell silent. He knew too well the terrifying reputation of Luo Hou.

Only now did Bofis finally understand why this barbarian had targeted his own octagonal artifact so ruthlessly.

At that moment, Zhao Xing and Li Gang journeyed together toward Xuanmu Island in the East Sea. Li Song did not hinder them, instead sending his two disciples, Baishi and Qingzhi, down from Xuanmu Mountain to greet the guests.

The Immortal-Trapping Sword would ceaselessly absorb the universe’s energy, transforming it into its own sword intent—that dazzling, indescribable grandeur. Splendor was not merely a feeling, but a commanding presence, an aura that looked down from above.

A golden ribbon shot from a palm, forming a massive arc of light in the sky. In an instant, it swept through the pillar of divine judgment, piercing into the vast night. In its wake, the pillar vanished without a sound, as if it had never existed.

Humanity was born to rule the earth, and Qin Ge was born to rule mankind. Such destiny was boundless, though it was formless and invisible. Yet Qin Ge knew well the weight of destiny.

“I am not!” In an instant, she reverted to the anxious, flustered girl, wishing to defend herself, yet unable to form a single word.

Just as Sang Rao and the others drew near, a furious roar from Shen Yu echoed out. At the center of the explosion of swords and magical treasures, a brilliant orb of gold and silver suddenly flared.

After spreading every last drop of spirit liquid over his body, Qin Ge sat cross-legged, his mind empty, facing the heavens. At last, he could feel his body once more.

“Still not coming out?” Zhang Shulan, long accustomed to arrogance, strode forward in great bounds.

“We’ve felt it. Your guess was right—there is a world beyond Jiulong Mountain. The oppressive force during the tribulation was simply overwhelming,” Yan Sheng said, his face full of dread.

The King of Chu sneered coldly. His hands gathered green energy, and before long, two immense balls of power, each ten meters in diameter, formed in his grip.

“Heh... I truly overestimated you all.” Liu Yang forced himself upright, determined to let Yan Ruyu see the mocking grin on his face.

Hearing Lu Yu’s words, Elizabeth IV finally spoke in a low, deliberate voice, every syllable heavy with menace and amusement, instilling fear in all who heard her.

Yun Chen traveled east with the merchant caravan. During the journey, he locked himself in his carriage each day, ceaselessly sketching strange diagrams on paper. The caravan leader, Mu Ai, had asked him several times what he was drawing, but Yun Chen only brushed him off, never revealing the purpose behind those mysterious designs.