Chapter 54

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Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji remained silent, listening quietly, though their expressions clearly showed that they were wary of the colonel as well.

“What is it?” Gan Liangsheng asked, puzzled. On this beautiful night, he would much rather swallow her whole.

Zhang Qianfeng thought, “If I do not use the Fuxi Heaven-Penetrating Palm, victory will ultimately be difficult.” In recent years, his insights had gradually deepened. He understood that if he wished to advance further in the martial arts, he had no choice but to devote himself wholeheartedly to the profound and mysterious Fuxi Heaven-Penetrating Art. Now that he had encountered a formidable opponent, he felt a trace of delight instead.

Xiao Shunmei knelt bolt upright on the prayer mat, chanting, “Homage to the Bodhisattva Guanyin,” as she bowed her head devoutly.

Seeing that the crisis had been averted, Adao and Dong Caiqi finally relaxed. They devoted themselves wholeheartedly to expelling the evil influence from Princess Alar. Unfortunately, the venomous creatures in the water were exceedingly troublesome. Once they entered the body, they wrapped themselves in thick shells. Though the two men possessed extraordinary inner strength and physical power enough to surpass hundreds or even thousands of ordinary men, they were utterly helpless against the creatures.

Mebis said with dark lines across her forehead, “We weren’t allowed to do that back then either, you know! I had to write so many self-criticisms every time. Big Brother is far too violent!” With that, she leaped into Third Master’s arms and cast a provocative glance at the hand he had clasped around Mira’s.

Whether it was an injustice or an indulgence, Liao Chen felt that since he had witnessed it, it had become a knot he was duty-bound to untie.

“Then I’ll do as you say, Old Sixth.” Tianchu addressed him as Old Sixth, much to Lai Laoliu’s delight.

“Yes, Perfected One! This subordinate will obey your instructions to the letter and will not dare make the slightest mistake!” The commander of the Five City Military Command immediately accepted the order.

The Hair-Slicked One had always disdained currying favor with Liu Guangzheng. Even so, he had always regarded Liu Guangzheng as the patron who had recognized his talents, and in the past he had genuinely believed that Liu Guangzheng was capable of accomplishing great things.

“Aren’t you going to take a shower? Why are you all sitting on the beds?” one of the taller men in the dormitory asked us. His name was Duan Le, and he was also in our dormitory, though he was a senior in the mathematics department. It seemed he would be graduating this year.

That was why people in those days always kept their word. Otherwise, there would have been no way to communicate with one another at all.

After Wang Erhei and the others had gone far away, Yuan Hong finally began to speak. What kind of person was he? He had once feared neither Heaven nor Earth, and he had been an equal match for Yang Jian. How could he possibly be afraid of Wang Erhei?

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Along the long road of Li Erlong’s pursuit of Wang Xuelan, this already counted as a milestone victory.

When the Giant Axe God heard that the Heavenly Palace’s mysterious assassin had suffered a hidden defeat on Yin-Yang Island, he immediately conceived the idea of flattening the island.

Many of the generals sensed a faint unease in their hearts. At that very moment, another tremendous crash of destruction came from the fortifications, and the atmosphere grew unbearably tense.

According to custom, when the host was eating, a guest was not supposed to sit too close to the dining table. Even if the host invited the guest to sit, the guest would move the stool farther away before taking a seat.

For in this battle, the Nine Vajras had not tarnished the reputation of the Ancient Buddha lineage. Even if they were destined to die, they would never kneel before another person.

Baidu was due to be listed on the Nasdaq six months later and should have been even more desperate for advertising by then. Realizing this, Sun Buqi became even more unshakable, postponing the partnership indefinitely.

Yun Moyu curled her lips. She tried to touch her nose and evade his heated gaze, but the man was too quick and seized her hand directly. Unwilling to yield, Yun Moyu fought back with the hand she could still move. Unexpectedly, the man took up the challenge. In less than two seconds, he had firmly trapped both of Yun Moyu’s rebellious hands in the palm of one hand.

Hu Fei, who had been standing there in a daze, finally reacted when he heard the Heavenly Fox Hu Fei speak. After all, a mission from which one was certain to die was no joke; it required one to stake one’s life on its completion. Even if one managed to return alive, failure to complete the mission meant there was still only one possible end: death.

Only a few great sects of established renown—such as Wudang, Quanzhen, and Maoshan—possessed leaders whose temperaments had been refined to an extraordinary degree. Perhaps their self-control was simply profound enough that they did not allow their emotions to show.

With a sigh, he turned and left the Prime Minister’s residence. What else could describe his mood better than arriving full of anticipation and leaving in disappointment?

The old man at the Threshold Netherworld stage looked at Long Teng with utter contempt. He did not try to stop Long Teng from drawing the Blood-Colored Asura from behind his back. He could clearly sense that the Blood-Colored Asura was nothing more than an ordinary weapon; it was incapable of displaying any great power.

The five elemental forces restrained one another and maintained a balance among themselves. Thus, there was no need to fear falling into some other place again because of an imbalance among the elements.

At that moment, the moonlight shone down with a pale, ghastly brightness. As it illuminated them, Long Fei raised her head and saw three large green characters: “Cave of Floating Clouds.” She knew they had reached the demon’s lair.

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The boundary between life and death is sometimes so vague. Yet nothing renders a person more helpless than their own life and death.

There were more people outside now. Xiao Kuang must have returned. He was practically an emperor, always surrounded by a great throng wherever he went.

Mi Shu glanced around. Several people dressed as commoners were slowly drawing near, encircling the women.

It was like a hot knife slicing through butter: in an instant, one blockade after another was shattered. They could truly be said to have advanced unhindered.

“Why deceive yourself? I understand what you’re thinking, Yushu. You like me, don’t you?” Situ Xuan stared intently into Lin Yushu’s tearful eyes as he asked the question, as though he wanted to obtain both her innermost thoughts and her affirmation immediately.

“It is indeed a serious matter, but I think this is already the limit. If they still had another trump card, they would not have stood by and allowed ten thousand of Paradise’s men to die just now,” the Nameless One said.

Clearly, Tiger was the sort of man who wanted both wealth and his life. Seeing the pair of Flower Venerables shattered and the king cobra pressing closer step by step, his face instantly turned pale. The alcohol he had drunk seemed to transform into cold sweat and pour from him.

Hua Jieyu remained calm, and Langya Sanren even more so. If he intended to rely on the small injury he had inflicted upon Hua Jieyu to win, then by the time he died of old age, the blood on Hua Jieyu’s body might not yet have run dry.

Li Xiang had originally intended to open the door and leave the room. But when she heard Zhu Xiuhua mention her son again—saying that Li Hengsheng had no mind of his own and was spineless—she grew angry and retreated back into the room, pretending she had heard nothing.

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