Chapter 57: New Year's Eve

"What? Are you telling the truth?!"
"Could a message sent to me by Nan Qing possibly be fake?"
Constrained by the mighty power of the Heaven-Slaying Sword, Xia Kai fought with hesitation and restraint. Before long, a slash opened a wound on Bai Yuan's abdomen, forcing him to stumble backward, bleeding profusely.
The Wood God plucked a leaf, wiped his tear-stained fingers, and then turned around, walking away with a pair of large shears.
Sheng Jie instantly grew annoyed, choosing simply to play deaf and dumb. He refused to even open the door and went straight back to bed to sleep.
Upon seeing Luo Xingyu, Xiang Weiguo, and Jia Weidong—three familiar faces—Gao Yuan had an immediate ominous premonition.
Out of the eight assassins, two were lost. The survivors were either half-dead like Ping, or missing arms and fingers; an ordinary person would need at least half a month of recovery.
Although Tang Yuyan was quite tempted to taste the wine, she gave up the idea upon remembering they had to catch a flight in the afternoon, drinking fruit juice from beginning to end instead.
Ahead stood a huge electronic screen, followed by rows of seats and numerous computers. Gao Yuan had no idea what kind of place this was at first glance.
After adjusting for a moment, Xun Shuang grew cheerful. Once they landed again, it would be inside the Xishan Alliance, and she would finally be able to enter it.
After slaying the Nether Ghost Sovereign and watching his mutilated corpse plummet from the sky, Bai Gao struck out with another palm, unleashing an eight-colored fire dragon.
Because Rong Yihua had not informed Yuor's family of her condition, the only relative currently by her side was him, Yuor's nominal boyfriend.
The entire Misty Village was shrouded under the shadow of the Lu family, with everyone terrified of those very words.
She hurriedly got up, walked over to the bed to close the window, and raised her gaze to sweep across the pitch-black courtyard.
Then he was dealt with swiftly by the Golden Lion in just a few strokes, hoisted into the air using the Float-Float Fruit's ability, and tossed directly onto a floating island.
She knew her mother was also someone who loved flowers. Whenever she encountered beautiful wildflowers in the mountains, her mother would pick them and keep them in mineral water bottles.
Wei Wu raised an eyebrow and began to reminisce. The blue liquid Qiu Tongguang mentioned should be Spirit-Refining Liquid, used to imbue magical treasures with spirits and enhance their power.
As the dark-eyed demonic cultivator spoke, he formed a complex hand seal, conjuring six black talismans that transformed into six roaring black tigers charging forward.
His words were always laced with a faint, frivolous amusement, as if everything in the world could be his plaything.
However, Eight Extremes Fist was quite peculiar; different people practicing it might achieve vastly different results.
Just as her gaze lingered on the half-open door of the shelter, a ruggedly styled off-road vehicle roared in, crashing through. After driving for a stretch as if no one else was around, it came to a halt in the center of the training ground.
Although a staggering bounty of 1.5 billion Berries was something the Straw Hat Pirates could not have imagined before, the drop from being one of the "Four Emperors" to a 1.5 billion Berry bounty felt somewhat underwhelming.
"Since it's so perilous inside, why don't you trick your enemies into going in to explore, rather than letting your own people die in vain?" Yang Fan asked, puzzled.
"They... were probably taken toward the Snake Valley. That valley is infested with snakes, and none of our men dare to enter lightly. I don't know what state they're in now, but I do know that anyone taken in there before ended up as nothing more than a pile of dry bones," the man said after a moment of thought.
"Listen to yourself, that sentence makes no sense. If we don't leave alive, who's going to take us away after we die? The Black Fiend Sect? Stop joking around!" I glanced at Zhou Tong, somewhat displeased with this guy's constant pessimism.