Chapter 80: Everyone Holds a Copy of "People's Literature and Art"

Qiong’s smile stirred something strange within Xue Feng, as if he felt a sudden urge to bare his soul for that gentle expression. Amidst his panic, another wave of despair washed over him—he still could not control his own power. The dark element needed no command from him, rampaging and slaughtering every dwarf who dared approach.

Orid’s obedience and sensibility were famous throughout the Forest of Ten Thousand Spirits. All who met the child said he was a good one—no further praise required.

Outside the dojo, Zeng Jing, the master of the Holy Celestial City, smiled as she spoke with the elder Mu Tiansheng and her own junior, Zeng Meng. They discussed Mu Jiuqing and Huangfu Tang, who had simultaneously broken through within the dojo, their auras now worlds apart. Though her face was pale and aged, it beamed with satisfaction.

Yet even as stars studded the sky, they found nothing that could serve as a landmark. The place was too pristine—there wasn’t a living creature or lurking monster in sight.

Within the cabin, the feast was laid out. Apart from Prince Eagle Smoke and his two guards, only Wind Tiger and Luca were seated. The other eight young men had no right to join the table.

Countless bolts of lightning converged, crackling and exploding in all directions. The air grew ever more terrifying, a rift torn open in the very fabric of the void.

The Yellow Turban soldiers, watching the battle above, suddenly saw a massive skeleton fall from the sky and crash among them. With a thunderous roar, it landed amidst their ranks—several were surely crushed, reduced to a bloody pulp.

Since last month, he had already begun to seal off his consciousness. After all, there were three minds inside this body now—whoever wanted to use it could do so, but not him. The pain was unbearable, as if his very soul were about to split apart.

Chu Jingbo nodded. Though Lidu was a city of heavy industry, it had been monopolized by the Chu family. What good could come from the Yu family squeezing in?

The sailors and guards were all abuzz with excitement, especially after hearing that Fool Two had arrived. Their confidence soared.

Di Chongxiao leapt across, mischief in mind, and tried to kiss his elder brother, Saint Passionate. Saint Passionate responded with a resounding headbutt, loud as thunder, as his greeting. Saint Passionate was unfazed, but Di Chongxiao’s vision swam, darkness closing in around his eyes.

At that moment, Haha was in front of Yan Yun, biting down on the life crystal. Yan Yun, still digesting what the boss had just said, was not on guard at all. Meanwhile, Fatty was hollering from the side, eager to watch, and Yan Yun assumed Haha would bring the crystal over to Fatty—so he paid it no mind.

The other bandits all rejoiced that they’d managed to answer a question, casting pitying glances at the last pirate.

Di Chongxiao clapped both hands over his ears, a surge of terror crashing through him. To force Hua Mu through cycles of life and death with sheer willpower—this newcomer’s strength was at least equal to that of Ancestor Kong! Who was he?

In an instant, all wounds vanished without a trace, and even the weathered calluses faded, leaving Vido’s eyes brimming with delight.

Diao Chan saw him lost in a daze, grinning foolishly, drool dripping from his mouth. She nudged him, saying, “Feng, what’s wrong? You’re not going silly again, are you?” She was genuinely worried—after all, Xia Feng had once been a simpleton.

“I’m sorry, but we can’t fall back any further. For your own sake, I advise you to surrender now—perhaps you’ll get a lighter sentence,” Dongfang Miao said in a tone of pity.

Ruoshui glanced at him but said nothing. By now, the two shared a tacit understanding: whenever one launched an attack, the other would naturally step in to assist.

Bursts of power capable of shattering the heavens and earth appeared in the fabric of time and space, transforming the surrounding hundred meters into a battlefield.

Just like Dracula’s heart core—that droplet of sixth-rank “blood origin” gave him his greatest strength.

“It’s alright! Grandpa Buddha, we’re only practicing in areas with first-rank beasts!” He Qihuan quickly reassured Wuchen.

Kuzhu had often thought of fighting back, but his strength was only at the ninth level of Sovereign, while his opponent was a Domain Lord—only at the second level, true, but the gulf between them was insurmountable.

“This is ridiculous! How can the assessment be so illogical?” The blond man, Green, roared, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes wild with anxiety—the chaos within him plain to see.

“I thought something had happened to you all. Good thing we left in time—the Corpse Saint chased after us, and we lost two brothers, but at least the damage wasn’t worse,” Bai Shang said, coughing a few times.

Just moments before, when Zhao Nan turned sideways again, Chen Shi’s hands had almost brushed her chest.

The mental light dots that once filled these areas vanished as the tricolor points approached, absorbed and fused without a trace.

Wave after wave surged forth endlessly—the pressure now so tangible it seemed to descend on the entire Ascension Platform.

Du Yuansheng shook his head with a wry smile. The higher the grade of true immortal energy, the harder it was to detect with an array disk. Forcing the disk to its limits like this would likely destroy it outright.

Thus, in an exceptionally short time, Everyday Bank rapidly gathered a group of new users. Whether these users would be loyal was another question entirely.

Blood Rose quickly shook her head, a hint of fear flickering on her alluring face. She sensed that a few casual words from Yin Ruojun could make her tremble in terror.

Song Hui wanted to advise against it, but caught sight of the resolute determination on Anna’s face. Remembering his commander’s long-held belief that “the best defense is a good offense,” he sighed and gave up the words on the tip of his tongue.

Though these nine core members had no Devil Fruit abilities, their mastery of martial arts, Haki, swordsmanship, and marksmanship was so refined that every move left opponents on high alert—a single slip would spell defeat.

In short, panic-stricken, Boss He and his crew blurted out everything—whether it should be said or not.

Li Lin hesitated for a long time, unable to make up his mind. In the end, it was Alice’s suggestion that prompted him—why not go back and ask Cain?

“You can’t escape.” Fearing the hostage might be killed, Steve stopped in his tracks, though he had no intention of letting the spy go.

On Earth, new recruits report to the army and undergo various trainings before they might see battle. But in Asgard, the tradition has always been to temper soldiers directly on the battlefield.

Though Qin Gang told himself he was fully prepared, when he heard Blake’s words, he couldn’t help but feel his heart sink.