Chapter 127: The Meeting

The tide of blood surged past the Edogawa Ward, pushing onward toward the horizon.

By now, the entire metropolitan area of Tokyo, spanning thousands of square kilometers, had been completely swallowed by an ocean of vivid crimson. The bodies, souls, egos, and existences of tens of millions were purified into their most primal forms within this red sea. It was like a Dead Sea upon the land—crystalline and translucent, a scarlet ocular cavity carved into the earth, as if a god had been blinded and its eyes torn away.

Across the entire world…

That man had long since lost all signs of life, yet the brute had not ceased his assault. His fists continued to rain down upon the man’s head, blow after blow. It was only after an unknown amount of time that the brute finally slowed his hands and pulled back.

Fang Xiaohui offered a word of thanks, then strode away, leaving the police station with a faint, detached smile.

The Imperial Navy and the Royal Navy—the Third Reich and the British Empire, the two most dazzling poles among the four powers of Europe—had finally engaged in their first large-scale confrontation in the waters off the coast of Norway, a neutral third-party nation.

The disciples of the Destiny and Heavenly Immortal County factions, aided by the magical artifact unleashed by the Fox Beauty, had found a moment to catch their breath and, in the process, managed to eliminate several disciples from the Shengji Society.

"The greatest army in Europe"—this empty, boastful title claimed by the French served no purpose other than to stir the vigilance of Britain and the United States.

After a knock at the door, the face that appeared before Song Duanwu was, unsurprisingly, the look of utter astonishment on Fatty Wang’s face. Yet, the composure he regained in an instant told Song Duanwu that he was already prepared.

"This sister is certainly good at flattering, but it is a pity she is deaf and cannot hear a word of it," Xueqing said softly, glancing at Lian Yuncheng.

"Why the switch? Are we allowed to swap fighters at the Demon King Assembly?" The Great Demon of the Profound Immortal Realm was visibly bewildered.

With the Wudang Sect’s departure, the gathered heroes stood as if struck dumb. Guo Zheng stared at Daoist Wujing, while Murong Feiyang had fainted again, leaving everyone at a loss as to how to proceed.

A face as rugged and sun-bronzed as if carved by a blade was exposed to the air. He appeared to be in his thirties, the prime of a man's charm, though his eyes remained firmly shut.

Ling'er kept a thought buried deep within her heart: although her world and that of her master had reached the pinnacle of martial arts, where the strong could destroy the heavens and shatter the earth...

The short blade was only two inches long and remarkably narrow, resembling a scalpel. It shimmered with an intensely blinding golden light, so bright it was painful to behold.

Not a single student in Economics Class 2 looked well; they glared with fury, yet remained deathly silent.

Had Ye Xuan not obtained that Emperor-grade pill at Chaoqing Mountain and ascended to greatness in a single bound, he would likely have been overwhelmed with excitement upon receiving this chest of Origin Crystals.

There was no need to worry about Ruoshui, but what of Qingcheng? The Origin Energy within her could last at most five days. One day had already passed; only four remained.

"That works too," Gu Santong agreed, finding Midnight’s proposal sound. If Midnight were too strong, or if he, Gu Santong, were too powerful, it would be unfortunate if any unexpected results occurred.

Nie Yun laughed maniacally. His strength was not particularly outstanding, but his perception and judgment were sharper than anyone else's. He had risen from the most untalented ordinary disciple of the Nie family to become its greatest genius solely through his cunning. His thirst for power had reached a point of obsession bordering on madness.

"I know the theory, but I've never tried it!" Shen Qiansan thought it made sense. Every product in his past life had a brand; how could his own pills be any different?

Stepping down from the arena, Qin Tian saw a crowd of elders already surrounding Wang Tianqing. The two exchanged a glance, and then, under the gaze of the crowd, Qin Tian walked straight over to Xu San among the outer disciples.