Volume One, Chapter 40: The Great Draw Adventure

At night, the Dragon Harbor Bay Club.

It seemed the pirates were aware it was the Chinese New Year, naively assuming the island would lower its guard. They intended to take advantage of the occasion to launch a surprise attack.

The first man to leap onto the vehicle stood at its prow. He had long hair, wore black clothing, and carried a half-meter-long curved blade at his waist—a weapon that, upon closer inspection, resembled a Mongolian scimitar.

To strike before the host signaled the start of the match was a violation of the Great Spirit Arena’s rules. Minor infractions resulted in a loss and expulsion, while severe ones incurred the most brutal punishments the arena could inflict.

However, a careful observer would notice that the water ape’s eyes were remarkably human, capable of conveying emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, and delight.

This was quite intriguing. Murong Hua was a figure of much controversy within the Murong family; she had never married, yet she now had a biological son.

"You are certainly broad-minded," Qian Renxue thought, a flicker of pride crossing her heart. She had just turned twenty, yet she already possessed the strength of a Spirit Emperor. Compared to her, the so-called youngest Title Douluo in the history of the continent was nothing at all.

She had fashioned several simple floor-standing clothing racks modeled after modern designs, placing them in the four corners of the room. In the center, she set up a table to serve as a temporary cashier's counter.

Meanwhile, Shimazu Tadanao was locked in a fierce battle with the Hongan-ji sect in the Hokuriku region. It was not until the end of the first lunar month, when he returned to Kaizu Castle, that he learned of the situation in the three provinces of the Tokaido.

Furthermore, his spirit seemed to possess both ice and fire attributes. His fire attribute was enough to suppress the Blazing Academy, and his ice attribute was surely no less formidable. His ability to single-handedly defeat seven opponents in succession was no mere coincidence.

Standing atop a Tulu zombie, Cao Cheng wiped a smear of blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked at the wind-wielder standing atop another Tulu zombie and felt a secret tremor of alarm.

Watching Mai die, Lu Cang grabbed with his right hand, capturing her departing soul in his palm. A white sphere of light formed around the soul at a visible rate, trapping her firmly within.

"Cheng Lin, what levels have your commander’s abilities reached now?" Yi Lian’s expression was truly complex at that moment.

Just then, Jin Se bit her lower lip, clutching Chen Feng’s lapels tightly. She looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. Chen Feng lowered his gaze, but when he looked up again, his expression had returned to its previous icy frost.

"Well? My dear? Is it him?" After Yuchi Qianli and Yi Lian left the Ling residence hand in hand and put some distance between them, Yuchi Qianli finally could not help but ask his wife.

After putting away the phantom mirror, I turned to look at Chi Ming, who was standing inches away at my side. He must have also seen the characters "Mount Huayin" displayed on the mirror just now.

Zuo Junlin released his grip on the Holy King’s throat and slowly withdrew his hand, only to suddenly reverse direction and strike the Holy King’s chest with his palm. It appeared to be a light blow, but the Holy King was sent flying several yards away, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He was clearly severely injured.

"You are wrong. Gu Ruomei is already dead," Gu Ruomei retorted coldly. She had died a thousand years ago, at his hands. Even if he brought her back to life and granted her rebirth, a person whose heart has died cannot be considered truly alive.

Motives? The Holy King wanted to laugh; Lin Yi had asked him the same question. Honestly, he did not know. He had simply met Lu Xia and found himself inexplicably drawn to her—nothing more.

Perhaps because I knew he would be leaving in two years, I found myself becoming increasingly indulgent toward him.