Chapter 39

"Can you absorb demonic energy?" Yue Ying's heart sank heavily—this was bad. If things continued like this, Yue Meng would truly succumb to his demonic transformation, never to regain his senses. Carik slipped and missed the tackle, while Heinz correctly predicted Zidov's move, immediately following up. With only Kakà as the Milan forward's sole point of attack, Heinz adjusted slightly, waiting for the central defender to move before striking a beautiful curved shot into the net. Kaisa cursed inwardly—this was a pass better suited for the other side, but he had no choice but to muscle past Riquelme to regain possession. After placing Ling Jincheng in the trunk, everyone climbed into the car and soon arrived at Jin Xian Entertainment. Though not a professional, he couldn't pinpoint the painting's unique qualities from the details, but its overall beauty struck him at first glance. As long as Messi scores in the Champions League final, his total goals will surpass Ronaldo, becoming his biggest rival for the Ballon d'Or. "Not three days, not even one—we'll storm the gates of Arnhem City!" a hot-tempered general bellowed, as if he were already standing at the city gates, one step away from slaughtering everyone inside. Zheng Shaoyu stepped forward, recoiling in shock upon seeing a dragon's skeleton instead of a human one inside. "Maiden's name is Li Xiaoxiao," Li Xiaoxiao replied to Yuan Jin Yu, then immediately lowered her head, realizing her breach of etiquette. Screaming, she clutched her skirt with one hand while wildly swinging the other. Zhi Ling gritted his teeth as he watched Mo Lian turn and leave—she just wanted to talk to him because he looked handsome, but who knew he would be so ungrateful? In the midfield, Li Bai saw the fierce charge toward Li Mingyou and, after depleting his teleportation ability, sacrificed Mengqi to take him down. Yun Jiyang finally understood why Ah Xing was always late for martial arts practice—fear of his stern and fierce demeanor. Despite the delay, Ah Xing still reluctantly attended, showing his love and passion for martial arts. For the first time in over two decades, Mu Anran was openly praised, her face flushing red with embarrassment. "Is it really Mo Qian? It felt a bit different back then, but never mind. As long as it's not a man, anything goes," Yu Qingrou said. "Brother, what should we do now? With this evidence, should we head back?" Zhuang Shaoyang asked, though he was more courageous in battle than in strategy, unlike his brother Zhuang Shaosen.