Chapter 133: Transforming the Fjord

The next day, at the port of the Dragon-Lizard Party.

Though it was late January and the Northern Territory remained frozen in a deep chill, the sun rose slightly earlier than before.

Vader, draped in a long robe that concealed his entire body, followed the Dragon-men and a small group of Cat-folk to the same port where he had arrived that night.

Three warships lay buried in the snow and ice, with thick layers of frost creeping along the hulls and decks. Fifteen days had passed, and the fortress-like warship was now half-entombed in the frozen sea.

The old man clawed the air with his five fingers and shouted, "Ghost Wails!" Instantly, a white skeletal hand flew out. It was chillingly ominous; the moment it appeared, the entire East Peak was bathed in a ghostly, spectral hue. The white bone hand flew toward the massive golden palm, and in an instant, a ripple spread outward, the endless shockwaves forcing Liu Xu and the other three to tumble backward.

Ku Yin gripped the prayer beads hanging around his neck. He knew this artifact was exceptionally precious and was determined to unleash its full power. "Since you are seeking the inner core of a demonic beast," Ku Yin said, "then I shall accompany you. I, too, wish to see exactly how great the gap is between us now."

"Indeed. I am Luo Zhan, the Great Protector of the Black Wind Stronghold. Who are you, and why did you launch a sneak attack on us?" Luo Zhan asked, puzzled.

Sun Yuejuan grasped the gist of the situation. She chuckled and said, "Hurry inside, it’s a bit cold out here." As she spoke, she wiped her hands on her apron and ushered Hu Huiru into the house.

"Dad! Look over there, I think there’s someone!" Xiao Xiao exclaimed, peering through her binoculars. She seemed as astonished as Columbus discovering the New World.

The Labrador’s ears drooped, and its dark, glistening eyes were filled with nothing but terror and fear of humans. Its coat, which should have been golden, was now matted and filthy beyond recognition.

In the past, he might have had reservations; after all, Zhou Yuhu was the president of the National Martial Arts Association, backed not only by the Zhou Martial Arts Academy but also by official support.

Ji Ruolan remarked, "In the eyes of a Peak God Emperor, such factors mean nothing. It is like the Dragon Realm, which was originally a faction established for a thousand years. Yet, simply because Long Zhiru became a Peak God Emperor, the Dragon Realm ascended to the status of a Peak power. No matter how deep one's foundation, it counts for nothing to a Peak God Emperor."

The moment the bell rang to end the school day, countless students rushed out of the classrooms in a flurry. If Shude High School had no other virtues, at least it could be counted on to dismiss class on time without dragging on.

Following this, Zhenyuan continued his cultivation. From beginning to end, his demeanor remained as calm as still water, unperturbed and unmoved.

Jiang Chao was a very clever man, and he had no intention of concealing his actions. Rather than stammering through a lie riddled with holes, it was better to tell the truth. In any case, the convoy would inevitably have to deal with this mutated meat in the future.

Watching Xu Erduo charging toward him, Ye Qiang stifled a curse. He couldn't believe this guy was dropping the ball at such a critical moment. Ye Qiang truly had the urge to turn around and run. But considering the opponent only had ten percent of his health left and was not entirely defenseless, he gritted his teeth and held his ground.

But as a "virtuous man of justice," how could he ever let such words pass his own lips? Right?

Shen Liancheng could feel the hands wrapped around her trembling. She knew that the more cruel she was, the more painful and agonizing his heart must be at this moment.

The end of the ramp was a platform featuring hundreds of black stone statues, with a steep cliff face at its edge. Looking upward, all was pitch black; nothing could be seen. Ahead lay an immensely deep pit, though it did not resemble the one depicted in the murals—after all, one was horizontal and the other vertical.

It seemed now that the aura released by that person earlier must have had some significance, though the fake Ye Cheng could not fathom what it was.

No sooner had he spoken than a pair of large hands reached up to touch her breasts. Before she could gasp or cry out, her cherry lips were greedily seized by Wukong, who began to kiss her frantically.