Chapter 54: You Are the New Sect Leader!

Seeing that their leader still intended to spare Ye Cheng’s life, the younger members grew frantic with worry.

“That’s absolutely impossible, Master!”
“This guy killed the Fourth Elder, and left the Second Elder’s fate uncertain! He even forced everyone in our Martial Sect to submit to him—how can such a person not be killed?”

The atmosphere was suffocating—so heavy it drove people to madness, even rage. Qing shut his eyes, the haze clouding both his vision and his heart. He could no longer face the shattering of his vows; he refused to let this curse, which mocked fate itself, continue.

Bai Ruoyan had been right—the buffet restaurant was on the top floor of the hotel. Qin Hai and Bai Ruoyan sat beside the window, savoring their meal while gazing down at the nightscape of Tokyo, utterly at ease.

William had no idea how long he’d remained cross-legged in that state. The snow was falling harder and harder. Suddenly, the “snowman” atop the massive rock stirred. William snapped his eyes open, and with that movement, the snow covering his body vaporized instantly, swirling as steam around him.

This time, her escape had been meticulously planned; if she failed, she would die alongside her gravely ill brother.

“Well then, prepare everything. We’ll start right away. Afterward, I have other matters to attend to,” Yang Ting said, unwilling to elaborate.

“How is it? Surprised? Amazed?” At that moment, the system’s voice sounded once more.

He Meimei and Huang Juan, standing nearby, were equally shocked. In their eyes, Chen Yang was already formidable, yet before Qin Hai, he couldn’t even withstand a single move.

“Of course not! I was here first—why should she step over my head?” Song Qianqian protested.

Yet no one retreated. They might not have the battle experience of the Black-clad Guards, but they were fearless new recruits, with nowhere left to fall back.

A year ago, Doflamingo led his family to take control of this nation. After so many years, the Donquixote family once again ascended to the throne that rightfully belonged to them.

“Brother Lin, shall we start farming monsters? Outside the novice village, many people are already hunting those level-one earth wolves,” Fatty chuckled, clearly ready for a big fight.

“Director Dong, there’s some trouble. I think you should come up and take a look,” Ma Mingyue said, her face pale.

Zhang Jun glanced gratefully at his brothers. If not for him, they wouldn’t have gotten into such trouble.

Qin’s mother prepared a lavish meal. Once everyone was seated, Lin Xue impatiently picked up her chopsticks and began to eat.

Cao Cao himself had seen it, and with the reputation of being “a wise minister in times of peace, a cunning hero in chaos,” Guo Jia knew Cao Cao’s abilities were exceptional.

A golden spear radiated a terrifying magic; the instant it touched Malekith’s skin, it burst forth with golden light.

Yet Liu Feng was a ruler after all. He took a deep breath and said slowly, “We withdraw.” Then, turning back, he glared at me fiercely, and led his army away.

If they died here, even if someone eventually discovered their bodies, no one would know who had killed them.

Teacher Fu glanced around at the students; no one seemed surprised. Such scenes were commonplace.

Ultimately, she was still a child, not yet grown, and had never considered sacrificing herself for the salvation of the world.

Seeing that Lin Xuechu and her companions hadn’t emerged from the large house, Ning Hao quickly slipped inside and closed the door behind him.

Yamaguchi Kazuo saw Zhou Yongsheng and Luo Youfu present and refrained from speaking, cursing inwardly: this useless Imperial Collaboration Army was as scattered as sand—not to be relied upon as the vanguard, and bound to ruin everything.