All Chapters of Princess Cromwell and Her Six Brothers: Chapter 2251 - Chapter 2260

"What is it, hearing the words 'Ethereal Lumin Hold' makes you anxious?" Mystic Vale spoke, his voice low and hoarse, carrying the chill of the abyss from the Nine Nether Hells. Each word struck the soul of the sect leader of Ethereal Lumin Hold: "A thousand years have passed, and you have played mute in this Soul-Binding Jade Cage for nearly a millennium. Now you finally move? What a pity, even if you shout yourself hoarse, she cannot hear you. Even if she does, she cannot save you. Instead, your broken soul will only hold her tightly in your grasp."The soul of the sect leader of Ethereal Lumin Hold trembled violently. The originally weak fluctuations of spiritual energy suddenly intensified, and more soul fibers drifted from the cracks. He stared fixedly at Mystic Vale, hatred nearly overflowing from his eyes. Using all the strength left in his body, he finally squeezed out a voice so faint it was almost inaudible, hoarse as a broken bell, filled with endless anger and pai

They asked no further questions, probed no deeper, only burying all their understanding, worry, and hope in their hearts, guarding the two younger ones who bore a heavy fate with the quietest kind of acceptance.The gates of the Cromwell manor slowly closed behind them, shutting out the gentle warmth of the sun in the courtyard and the hall full of sandalwood incense, and leaving—at least for the moment—the two elders' silent forbearance and concern behind.Carl lifted a hand to open the rear door, gently shielding Amelia's head as she got in; only after she was seated did he lean down to close the door softly for her, then he got into the car with practiced ease.The engine let out a low, steady purr as the black sedan slowly pulled away from the lane by the Cromwell manor, merged into the flow of traffic, and headed off into the distance.Inside the cabin, there was only silence—the faint rush of wind beyond the glass, the distant clam

The race car that had been flying steadily down the track suddenly lost control, and its speed dropped sharply.He gritted through the heart-rending pain and instinctively slammed the brakes while wrenching the wheel; relying on years of hardened racing skill, he forced the car that was about to spin out to a dead stop in the middle of the track, only a dozen-odd meters from the finish line.The car stopped abruptly. The tires screeched against the ground, smoke billowed up again, and the stadium that had been deafening a heartbeat ago fell into sudden, total silence.Everyone froze. Shouts and cheers cut off midstream. The spectators in the stands stared, dumbfounded; staff, officials, and the drivers who still had not crossed the line all stood stunned, eyes locked on the silver-and-black car stopped short of the finish, bafflement written across their faces.Ralph slumped back in his seat, drenched in cold sweat. His racing suit clung to him, and his f

The spectators along both sides of the track had long since risen to their feet, craning their necks and gripping their cheer boards tightly. Shouts and screams, wrapped in the roar of engines, churned above the empty circuit. Media reporters held up long lenses and short rigs alike, their cameras locked on the starting line; shutter clicks fused into a continuous rattle, and flashing white bursts kept strobing, freezing this hair-trigger moment.Up in the starter's tower at the end of the track, the race official had already taken his position, a bright red signal flag in hand. His sharp gaze swept over every car on the grid. From the radio came reports from safety marshals at each sector that they were ready; every link in the chain was tight, waiting only for the command that would unleash the run.Amelia sat in the cockpit. The sealed space filtered out most of the outside clamor, but it could not keep out the savage vibration of the engine, feeding through the sea

One by one they hung their heads, their faces full of shame and embarrassment. The arrogance and high-handed pride from before had vanished without a trace, leaving only the humiliation of being crushed by sheer ability.Under the surrounding spectators' looks—some mocking, some contemptuous—they wanted nothing more than to crawl into a crack in the ground. They stayed silent the entire time, wordlessly straightening their race cars, without even the courage to lift their heads and meet Amelia's eyes.They had racked their brains and used every dirty trick to try to drag Amelia off her perch, only to end in utter defeat—losing not only the race, but also their sportsmanship, becoming the joke of the entire venue.On the podium, Amelia stood at the highest tier, holding the heavy champion's trophy, a gold medal hanging on her chest. Every gaze in the stands focused on her, and the cheers kept rolling on, showing no sign of stopping.She l