Chapter 154: The Fall of Sugar Heart Island

In the depths of the ocean, a man in a green robe rode atop a massive great white shark, nearly ten meters long. He gripped the fins tightly with both hands, legs clamped around its body, steering the shark as it darted swiftly through the water.

This man was none other than Shen Xin, who had escaped from Immortal Ao Island.

Despite seeing Xiao Sheng’s worried expression, Shen Xin did not reject his goodwill. He gave a slight nod before bowing his head to continue sipping his porridge.

His mind was preoccupied with thoughts of whether Dean Gou would once again seek him out for a heart-to-heart or moral guidance; and what about Wu Caide—would he cause trouble behind the scenes?

He did not seek to kill Mu Ze immediately, so he carefully measured his strength, intending to inflict the greatest pain possible.

To the north of the dark abyss... a broad asphalt road stretched into the distance, as if leading all the way to the horizon.

He loudly addressed the crowd, “We have been holding matches here for three days, yet truly capable challengers remain scarce.”

“We acted on a whim and struck back; at that time, the main forces of Heaven’s Court were all engaged with Qin Feng. Otherwise, the Buddhist sect would never have been able to capture the Court.”

The sun hung high, its golden light bathing the earth, heat thick in the air; even stepping outside to breathe felt as if one might be consumed by the sweltering warmth.

“Is this the Nine Nether Demon Emperor’s Netherfire? Are you one of his followers?” Heshan Wanli asked curiously.

At dusk, the ship was halfway completed, its shape already taking form; next came the finer details.

His clothes had been torn apart, hanging in tatters over his body, giving him a rather comical appearance.

A cultivator offered a suggestion, his expression tinged with anger as he thought of his race’s cannon fodder troops turning against them, filling him with fury.

Shi Yiyang also placed his hands down and sat up in his chair; he had never encountered such a situation before and felt somewhat helpless.

The remaining task was to finalize the homepage’s color scheme. Honestly, Du Juan’s aesthetic sense was quite good; at a glance, Qin Yue felt as though he had entered a bustling, prosperous store. Overall, the layouts of these webshops were quite similar, so Qin Yue found them largely satisfactory.

At this moment, Han Yueqiao’s cultivation had already reached a level comparable to Beitang Yeyan. Meanwhile, the commotion caused by Han Yueqiao’s advancement had also spread to the Celestial Realm.

Jue Chen’s heart sank with a chill. He wanted to roar, to rage, but was powerless to act, helplessly watching as the cheerful, outspoken Ai and his adjutant’s bodies slowly fell apart.

Since these people had become captives, Sun Daolong didn’t bother to hide their conversation from them. This was how Fang Xiaotong overheard their entire plan.

By then, the cunning Qi Haiyang had long since fled, likely having changed his nationality and escaped abroad.

What? A vest and shorts became the stakes? Old Xu truly did not understand what game these people were playing.

Qi Cai thought to himself, still clutching two huge checks in his pocket to cash—he was somewhat surprised that Fang Xiaodong had previously given him a check for ten million.

Seeing this, the three elders grew uneasy; under normal circumstances, payment guaranteed entry, but now, this scheme risked exposure.

Zhao Chuanzhi had considered using cameras. Yet, having witnessed the intelligence of the Brain in a Jar and various high-tech applications, he knew the cameras would be detected by the enemy in moments.

The dwarf warrior stood atop a pile of corpses, letting out a thunderous roar. Blood washed over him, coating his helmeted face.

Ares wore an awkward expression; he did not wish to dampen the boy’s enthusiasm, yet he had to reveal the harsh reality. What Ares wanted to convey was this—even as the Knight Commander, he could not break these rules. The Knight Order upheld ironclad discipline; it was sacred and honorable.