Chapter 166: Nami's Gift

Naruto gently pushed open the somewhat weathered door. As the hinges let out a creaking sound, the interior of the room gradually came into view.

All four walls of the room were covered with various blueprints; some of the papers had turned slightly yellow, as if they had weathered the passage of time, while others were vibrantly colored, clearly drawn not long ago.

These blueprints seemed like unique decorations of the room, or perhaps like mysterious symbols waiting for people to decipher them.

Mufeng executed a backflip, landing steadily on the ground. Four bloody tails flared out directly from behind him.

The valley shook with the sounds of battle and slaughter as prisoners were torn apart by ferocious beasts. One defense line after another erected by the Water Cloud Pavilion collapsed. What terrified them even more was that another wave of beasts attacked from behind, resulting in a pincer attack from front and rear that plunged the battlefield into even greater chaos.

Of course, the happiest ones were the higher-ups of the Divine Transformation Sect. They knew that among all, their Divine Transformation Hall would reap the greatest share of this power of all living beings.

The ignorant ungrateful wretch also blinked its large eyes, feeling not the slightest difference. It even patted his head with its paw, asking him if he was sick.

"Your Majesty might not know this, but whether in the records of the Spirit Monkey Clan, the demon race, or even the ancient texts of the Northern Sealing Realm, the properties of this iron block have never been documented," another bald old man chimed in.

Although doing this was somewhat dishonorable, for the three Demon Gods of the Dark World, it was an unavoidable choice.

Gradually, he lowered his head, looked down at the gigantic sword towering up to the skies beneath his feet, and slowly sat down in a lotus position.

Near the teleportation array of the Reception Island, the people gathered here were not very numerous, but all possessed formidable strength and profound intelligence, roughly dividing themselves into two teams.

Even after enduring such a long period of suffering inside the Emotion-Severing Cave, during which Abbess Dushi, the leader of the Emei Sect, sent people to inquire several times, she refused them all. Between freedom and hardship, she chose to remain in this cold cave, accompanying his lifeless body.

After two-thirds of its entire body was burned to a crisp, the fierce beast Taowu finally managed to extinguish the crimson flames. However, its appearance at this moment was utterly wretched, its entire body charred black with a pungent, burning odor drifting through the air—a far cry from its previous monstrous and terrifying aura, making it look much more like a mangy dog, a truly gruesome sight to behold.

Running wildly in one breath until he had escaped beyond the archers' range, Zhang Ji abruptly wheeled his horse around, looked toward the city wall, and roughly estimated the distance in his mind. At his current distance from the wall, even if those archers recovered their breath and drew their heavy crossbows once more, it was absolutely impossible for them to shoot him.

As soon as his voice fell, the soldiers, as if receiving supreme guidance, hurriedly lifted Yuan Shenghao with many hands and feet and carried him out toward the main gate.

The vicinity of the inn where Ye Xunhuan was staying consisted entirely of high-end establishments, frequented by a great number of aristocratic youths from prestigious clans. Consequently, quite a few people recognized her, and somehow someone loosened their tongue, abruptly revealing her identity to all the onlookers.

Returning home, he happened to run into Aunt Li, who was holding Niuniu in one arm and carrying a vegetable basket in the other, clearly having just returned from the vegetable market. After all, Aunt Li was already fifty years old, and this trip had left her drenched in sweat from exhaustion.

"Is there even such a saying?" This was the first time Shen Lang had heard such logic. "Rest assured, since I've accepted your money, I will definitely get your matters settled." Ye Xuan would not give up the benefits right in front of him for the sake of some uncertain future.

It was one thing that all the major generals and commanders under Dong Min's command had gathered in full, and although Dong Huang did not understand why the uncle and nephew needed to summon so many people for a meeting, after all, this was their encampment, and if they wanted to do it this way, it was of no concern to him.

However, because the undertaking had not yet succeeded, they chose to temporarily avoid each other and even harbored intentions of cooperation. Yet, in the end, because the two of them had engaged in a fierce battle after Dong Zhuo's death to contend for Dong Zhuo's succession, neither truly trusted the other. Therefore, this notion of cooperation ultimately fell apart.