Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

A slight tremor spread across the seabed, shaking the entire city into a layer of gray haze. The submersible was swept by the turbulent sea water and passed through the torii gate uncontrollably, as if it was being pushed by fate.

The moment they passed through the Torii, countless shrill roars rang out in the minds of several people, as if evil spirits had awakened from the abyss of hell beneath their feet, roaring wantonly. The flying ashes raised from the bottom of the sea spread rapidly, covering the sky and quickly submerging the Trieste.

"One hundred percent... it's too late. Now everything is too late..."

Schneider stared blankly at the screen, his eyes nearly bulging. As the submersible passed through the torii gate, the progress bar indicating the embryo's incubation process leaped to the finish line. The dragon shadow from eleven years ago loomed over him again, and Schneider felt a chill run through his body, as if he were once again trapped in ice, his internal organs threatening to crack.

However, the dazzling red light continued to flicker, and the hatching progress did not stop at 100%, but increased rapidly at an even more alarming rate.

200%...500%...1000%...

"Why is it still rising?" Manstein held onto a glimmer of hope. "Could it be that the detector is malfunctioning?"

"No, the system tests one individual at a time." Schneider's body had stiffened. "More than one, more than one person has awakened... That seabed is filled with living things. It's a... dragon tomb!"

Gen Chisheng held a soft seven-star cigarette in his mouth, the sea breeze ruffling his black hair. "That's why the mission can't be aborted. Tonight is destined to be a bloody night. If these guys don't die at the bottom of the sea, the bloody storm will blow from here to all of Japan, and even the whole world!"

"Now that the words have been spoken, I will admit it generously." Yuan Zhisheng said solemnly, "I am sorry to gamble with your lives, but I swear in the name of the head of the Yuan family that after you complete your mission, I will absolutely rescue you at all costs."

"Fuck your reputation, how can you save my life if it's already gone!" Caesar roared in shock and anger.

"Caesar, look out the window, right in front of us!" Chu Zihang reminded.

Caesar looked up and his blood ran cold.

At the foot of the giant statue, the protruding part of the mountain slowly rose from the ground. It was a strange thing that looked like half mountain and half ship, with a length of more than 100 meters. Its body rose and fell with the frequency of the red light on the sonar screen. Dense small snails and seaweed were shaken off, and on the rust of the hull, huge green blood vessels could be vaguely seen slowly bulging... The mountain, or the giant ship, was actually breathing!

"Disgusting! What the hell is that? An embryo or the Lenin?" The intense visual impact made Caesar feel nauseous and almost vomit. "What the hell is this place? A dragon's nest? And what are these things awakening beneath our feet?"

"Takama-ga-hara, this is Takama-ga-hara. Now that we're here..." Lu Mingfei paused and pointed to the slowly beating giant ship.

"Why not kill it first?"

Chapter 223: The Netherworld Rises, Evil Spirits Appear

"Where?" Caesar stared at Lu Mingfei in amazement. "Where do you think this is?"

"He said this is Takama-ga-hara, but we should have guessed it long ago," Chu Zihang said in a deep voice. "In Japanese mythology, Takama-ga-hara is the city where the gods of Tianjin, ruled by Amaterasu, live. Unlike the eight continents on earth, Takama-ga-hara is described as 'an island that sometimes floats on the sea, sometimes in the clouds.' Like the legendary Atlantis, it sank to the bottom of the sea in ancient times, according to legend, due to a rebellion by the gods."

"However, historically, fewer people have searched for Takama-hara than for Atlantis, because it is considered a mythical land by most people, and all scholars believe that Takama-hara is just a fantasy world of the Japanese."

"How do you explain everything in front of me?" Caesar stared blankly at the devastated ancient underwater city. Whether it was the first time he saw it or the second time he saw it, this city always seemed so incredible.

It is full of fantasy but retains a profound imprint of civilization. No one would have thought that the illusory world would one day be illuminated by reality.

"There's only one explanation." Chu Zihang looked down at the patterns he had recorded, which were between words and pictures. "So these are the characters of the Age of Gods. Although it's incredible, Japan's history may really be passed down from the mythological era. No, it shouldn't be called Japan at that time, because that prehistoric civilization couldn't be considered human civilization at all, and the characters of the Age of Gods weren't Japanese. This hieroglyphic writing actually originated from..."

"Dragon clan?" Caesar exclaimed.

"Yes, according to Japanese mythology, their ancestors were all gods. So it seems that the gods here represent the dragon clan." Chu Zihang suddenly remembered what Xia Mi had told him, that myths might originate from reality.

Chu Zihang looked at the words in his hand and the ancient city in front of him, and he was still enveloped by a strong sense of unreality. But everything was right in front of him, and he finally understood why some scientists and historians could study so hard for the truth that they would forget about food and sleep, and even be willing to die... Because when the illusion is illuminated by reality, it is like touching the barrier of God with a human body.

"Damn it! I finally know where the mixed-bloods in Japan came from. This means that Japan's mythology is not nonsense. The emperor's family is not the descendants of gods. The ones who have the blood of the gods in them are..." Caesar licked his lips, "The Eight Snakes!"

"However, there should only be one supreme god. After the two supreme gods Izanagi and Izanami gave birth to Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi, and Susanoo, the others should all be false gods." Lu Mingfei added, "The Japanese are a race that cares about appearances. Their myths are exaggerated. If their ancestors were all dragons, then eight million gods must have eight million dragons. With that number of people going out to fight, the entire universe would belong to them. Why would they have to hide on an island and establish a country?"

"Hybrids?" Chu Zihang understood immediately, "So this isn't the ancient city of the dragon clan, but the place where prehistoric hybrid ancestors lived?"

"I'm truly impressed." Atop the Trieste, Mai Jude listened to the conversation in the cockpit and sighed softly. "Ordinary people would be terrified by this scene, right? Don't these guys have a sense of crisis?"

As she spoke, she knocked on the submersible's top hatch to signal Lu Mingfei, leaving three small metal canisters of potions in the Trieste's top hatch. Then, Jiude Mai released Dark Light and leaped from the Trieste, swimming like the most agile mermaid toward the massive, mountain-shaped ship.

"No wonder we haven't been able to find the Lenin." Chu Zihang looked at the wreckage of the giant ship breathing in the distance. "It has been completely embedded in the terrain here and assimilated by the embryo. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed that there are actually 'living dead' in this world."

"It's impossible for it to hatch. Whoever sank it here used it as a sacrifice to awaken the entire ancient city," Lu Mingfei said. "But dragons are very difficult to kill. The higher the bloodline of a dragon, the more tenacious its vitality. This kind of noble ancient dragon is practically immortal. If we don't kill it, its stubborn vitality will be used as a huge source of energy and continuously drained."

The seaweed and snails were shaken off by the violent vibration, revealing the "body" of the Lenin. Thick blue-red blood vessels penetrated from the bow of the ship into the ridge below. The blood vessels swelled violently and then contracted suddenly. A steady stream of blood was transported through pipes to the huge city below. Dark blood seeped out of the cracked ridge, and the earth trembled slowly.

This is an evil black magic similar to that of the Middle Ages, using living sacrifices to awaken the devil... The one sleeping in Takama-ga-hara has never been a god. The one summoned by the sacrifice of an ancient dragon must be a demon king-level evil spirit!

"If this is an alchemical matrix, then it must have a core. Even if we blow up the embryo now, it won't die immediately. We must destroy it at its weak point." Chu Zihang analyzed. "Is there anyone here who is proficient in alchemy?"

Chu Zihang was not good at alchemy. He had only taken introductory alchemy courses. He could remember the theoretical knowledge, but in practice he had only done the operation of the alchemy spray gun. Later, he felt that the power of the spray gun was not as good as his Jun Yan, so he gave up this useless teaching.

"You mean the part where the blood vessels are connected?" Caesar looked over. "You mean we need to blow up the entire mountain?"

"No, maybe not." Lu Mingfei pointed to the point where the Lenin connected to the mountain ridge. "Look carefully, the veins of those blood vessels are actually very regular."

At this moment, as blood continued to be drained, the massive ship, wrapped in flesh, shrank at a visible rate. The vast ancient underwater city was absorbing his power and slowly awakening. It endlessly absorbed essence from the embryo, and dust and algae sifted from the blood vessels, revealing the dry branches like tree branches. At this moment, everyone finally saw where those conduit-like blood vessels connected... not to the massive mountain ridge, but to the enormous statue above!

On the Lenin, scarlet blood slowly clung to the statue from the ship's flesh. The golden pupils in the massive dragon-shaped statue's eye sockets shone brightly, and its ferocious bony wings slowly stretched out. As if brought to life, it frantically sucked in the finest flesh and blood, feeding it back to the city beneath it like a greedy god.

"Is this the core of the alchemical matrix?" Caesar stared at the sky-high statue, a bit dumbfounded. "This statue isn't much better than a mountain, is it? Can this thing really be called a 'weakness'? A refined sulfur bomb is no different from a firecracker to it, right?"

"We don't need to blow up the statue." Lu Mingfei pointed to the connection between the Lenin and the statue's base. "We just need to blow up those blood vessels and cut off their connection."

"Have you decided on the target? Use the refined sulfur bomb to block the connection between the Lenin and the ancient city's alchemical matrix." Caesar shouted, and turned on the peripheral electronic control system, locking the launch track in the direction indicated by Lu Mingfei. "Refined sulfur bombs are our only underwater weapon. We are a team. This kind of important matter requires a show of hands. Three seconds to decide who is in favor and who is against!"

"I agree." Lu Mingfei said without hesitation.

"I agree." Chu Zihang also nodded. "Our original mission was to destroy the embryos. Now we have no better choice."

"Then... it's passed unanimously!" Caesar was obviously a man with a strong sense of ritual.

The center of the submersible's screen was fixed on those dry, thread-like blood vessels. Caesar slammed the launch button hard, his eyes as crazy as if the head of a great power was launching a nuclear weapon that could destroy the enemy country.

There was no blazing flame or loud explosion, only a blast like a muffled thunder. The bright yellow bomb looked like a short and thick cigar. The thruster at the tail stirred the sea water, and the narrow tail fins spread out like wings.

This is the shape that can best guarantee both pressure resistance and power. The bomb rolled up a horizontal seabed vortex and rushed towards the target. The mercury on the head of the bomb was madly preheated in the acceleration. The shellfish and snails that were rolled up in the water due to the vibration were forcefully pushed out of the water. The hard shells hit the metal bullet head and made crisp clanging sounds that never stopped.

It was like the most clumsy assassin, making a huge noise before assassinating, but fortunately its target was an embryonic giant ship beast that had no ability to move.

The blunt bullet exploded upon contact with the vein connecting the Lenin and the colossal statue. Mercury rapidly evaporated into a vast vapor. Bright yellow sulfur powder clinging to the vapor quickly permeated and penetrated the withered veins. While the bomb's power wasn't shocking, it possessed the combined effects of penetration, corruption, and corrosion. The already withered veins shrank and shrivelled at a visible rate, like a branch drained of moisture, withering to black ash.

As blood vessels crumbled, the sinister alchemical matrix was forcibly interrupted, blood flow ceased, and the violent underwater earthquakes abruptly ceased. The golden eyes of the giant dragon statue slowly dimmed, and its bony wings remained mostly open, no longer unfolding. The awakening city, suddenly deprived of its source of power, slowly fell silent.

"Did it succeed?" Chu Zihang asked tentatively, looking at the dust and algae snails sinking all over the sky.

"That's about it." Caesar lit a cigar. "Whether it's an ancient dragon or a god, they're all thousands of years old. There's no point in being scared of something that's been dead for thousands of years. There's no reason for the living to be afraid of the dead."

"wrong."

Lu Mingfei shook his head slightly and said in a voice only he could hear: "It's definitely not that simple."

As if in response to Lu Mingfei's words, the Lenin, whose connection had been cut off, sprang to life after a brief silence. Its shrunken body rapidly expanded, blood-red tentacles extending from the portholes, tucking the snails and shells clinging to it into its flesh. Its blood vessels grew wildly once more, countless blood-red granulations sprouting from the broken walls of its blood vessels, exploding into a crimson mist. In less than a minute, the hull had been engulfed in flesh and blood vessels, transformed into a massive, crimson tumor, like some overgrown plant on steroids.

"What the hell is this? I want to throw up! This is even more disgusting than the Filipino balut." Caesar felt the cigar in his hand no longer had a good flavor, and even felt a little nauseous. "I used to think that unformed boiled duck eggs were the most disgusting thing in the world, but now they're only second!"

"It's desperately trying to recover. This is an ancient dragon embryo. It originally had extremely strong vitality, enough to irrigate a dormant city. We removed the catheter, which is equivalent to releasing it from its predicament. Although its brain has been removed, its instinctive desire to survive is still there." Chu Zihang said, "The good news is that we don't have to face an entire city of enemies. The bad news is that we used our only weapon, but this guy didn't die."

"That embryo is no longer the key," Lu Mingfei said. "Now there's even worse news."

"What?" Caesar was stunned.

At the same time, on the back of the Lenin, which they could not see, Mai Jiude, dressed in black, used a sharp dagger to cut off the tentacles reaching out towards her, and she dived into the revived embryo through a broken porthole.

"Caesar, what's the situation on the sonar screen?" Chu Zihang asked.

Caesar turned his head to look at the screen, his expression suddenly as ugly as if he had eaten a raw egg from the Philippines. "The jumping numbers...are still increasing!"

In front of the Trieste, the golden eyes of the Sky-Bearing Statue dimmed briefly and then lit up again. Its huge body slowly descended, stirring up a huge whirlpool. The huge dragon head bit the Lenin, which had turned into a tumor. The sharp metal teeth broke through the flesh wall, and the black liquid burned the sea water into black balls.

"Damn it! This giant thing actually moves!" The development of the situation was clearly beyond Lu Mingfei's expectations. "There's no way to avoid the battle. It's coming. Those troublesome guys are coming soon."

The undersea earthquake struck again, even more violent than the first. The black earth cracked, and the city collapsed into the fissures. Dark red blood rose from the ground like a thick fog covering the sky. Human-shaped tumor embryos were exposed to everyone's sight... like the living eggs of evil spirits rising from the land of the underworld!

……

At this moment, on the sea surface, above the abyss, the sky seemed to be torn into a long crack, and fierce rainstorms fell wildly from the crack, as if an angry god had opened the floodgates of the sky and was irrigating the world with endless floods.

"Gentlemen."

Yuan Zhisheng stood at the highest point of the Sumeru pedestal. Above his head was a hovering helicopter, and men in black were standing at the hatch with guns in their hands. Below him were raging waves, and in the waves, men in black diving suits were being pulled by ropes extending from the Sumeru pedestal, surrounding them in all directions. Each of them held a torpedo detonator in his hand.

"The moment of decisive battle has finally arrived. The blood of justice must be shed. Everything in this family rests on your shoulders..." Yuan Zhisheng glanced at everyone and said loudly, "Please!"

He bowed deeply, his body looking so tired and heavy, as if he was carrying a mountain on his back and was finally bent over.

Chapter 224 The boys' team is ready for battle!

Tachibana Masamune originally prepared a long oath-taking speech for Minamoto no Chisei to inspire people, but after saying just one sentence, he felt that he could not continue.

He was exhausted. Every word of the oath weighed like a mountain, weighing heavily on him. Tonight was destined for bloodshed. The gods, dead and resurrected thousands of years ago, the legacy of the Eight Clans of Sheqi, the resolution against the demonic hordes, the high morale of his family, and most suffocating of all, the fact that he had deceived the three men who had gone underwater, risking their lives... It all weighed heavily on his shoulders, so heavy it nearly stifled him.

"Hai!" Everyone in the sky, in the sea, and on the platform bowed to Yuan Zhisheng. The voices of thousands of people overlapped and even drowned out the strong wind and waves.

Yuan Zhisheng took a deep breath of the cold sea breeze into his lungs, forcing himself to keep an absolutely cool head in this extreme environment. He put on his headphones again, and all he could hear was Schneider's earth-shaking roar and the silly conversation between the three members of the diving team.

Caesar said that he didn't want to stay under the sea for even a second, as there were thousands of tumor embryos that looked like duck eggs gathered there, and he would definitely not be able to eat for three days. Chu Zihang said that he felt okay, and that maybe Chinese people were more developed in cooking eggs. Lu Mingfei agreed and said that he could eat three bowls of rice in one meal with preserved eggs... The lunatics were still the same lunatics, but Yuan Zhisheng could no longer laugh. He admitted that he regretted it, but harboring regret and pity was a taboo for those in power. He knew that indecision would kill more people.

"Your refined sulfur bombs have been used up. The embryos aren't our primary target right now. What's more important are the creatures about to awaken." Yuan Zhisheng's voice echoed through the chat channel. "Your choice just now was correct. Breaking the alchemical matrix connecting the embryos to the city gives us more time. These creatures appear to want to force hatching, but even if hatching is forced, their vitality will be greatly reduced. Now is the best time to catch them all in one fell swoop!"

"What are these monstrous giant duck egg-like flesh fetuses?" Caesar asked. "Are they hatching from them, ducks or dragons?"

"Now isn't the time to be silly. Those are corpse guardians," Yuan Zhisheng said solemnly. "Each embryo is a corpse guardian waiting to hatch. They've been dormant in the realm of the dead for thousands of years. Now, awakened by dragon blood, they want to return!"

"Shizoku? There really are such things in the world!" Caesar exclaimed. "You Japanese are truly perverted. Your ancestors actually resorted to this ominous black alchemy to refine their own comrades."

"Don't you know that creating corpse guardians violates the Abrahamic Blood Pact?" Schneider demanded hoarsely. "Preserving the basic neural and physical activity of deceased hybrids may appear to grant them immortality, but in reality, they're transforming the dead into the living dead. Their central nervous system has been removed, leaving them as consciousnessless walking corpses. Unwilling to part with the powerful bloodlines of these deceased hybrids, they're willing to transform them into humanoid weapons capable of only killing. In some ways, this is even more evil than Deadpool."

After a moment's silence, Yuan Zhisheng admitted, "Yes, this is the sin of our ancestors. As their descendants, we must bear the responsibility. Today is the time to eradicate this sin once and for all."

"Before this, you never disclosed anything about the underwater ancient city and the corpse guards to us. This is your sin, yet we, the headquarters' specialists, have to bear the cost," Schneider said coldly. "Your actions are truly shameless."

"I apologize again. I swear in the name of the head of the Yuan family that I will spare no effort to ensure the lives of our specialists," Yuan Zhisheng said sincerely. "Afterwards, I am willing to personally accept the accusations of the secret party, but we don't have much time now."

"Mr. Yuan, you said we can catch them all in one fell swoop. Do you have any good strategies?" Chu Zihang asked.

"There's only one solution: detonate your nuclear power module," Yuan Zhisheng said. "At this point, the only way to completely resolve this issue is to detonate the nuclear power module and raze the seabed to the ground. We must eliminate all targets at once."

"No." Schneider refused firmly. "The power of a nuclear explosion is too great. It will definitely affect them. This is a mutually destructive approach. You are letting Caesar and the others be buried with the Corpse Guardians!"

"Theoretically, there's plenty of time. The nuclear power module needs to be preheated before it detonates, which is like lighting a time bomb. Once activated, it'll be left in the Abyss. We'll quickly retrieve you using the safety locks," Yuan Zhisheng said. "The safety locks will be three times faster than your ascent speed, so there's plenty of time. By the time the nuclear power module explodes, you'll be far enough away from the center of the explosion. The Rock Flow Research Institute has simulated your chances of survival at over 70%."

"How can you be sure this number is reliable?" Schneider asked cautiously. "You've just violated a secret party taboo. Now the Japanese branch's credit record with the academy has plummeted to negative. We can't trust you with the safety of our specialists."

"The Corpse Guardians swim much faster than the submersible. If we let them hatch, it will be too late. Any one of these creatures that drifts to the surface will be a disaster!" Yuan Zhisheng whispered. "It doesn't matter whether the numbers are reliable or not. We have no way out. This is the final solution!"

"Yuan Jun." Lu Mingfei always spoke casually, "Tell us honestly, what are the chances of survival?"

"Percent..." Yuan Zhisheng fell silent after uttering these three syllables, and was unable to say the number again.

Because 70% of it was made up by him. Detonating the nuclear power cabin was not a small explosion at all. The power was too small to completely destroy Takama-ga-hara and the group of corpses. If things went wrong, the foundation of the entire Japan might be destroyed. In fact, the Ganliu Research Institute calculated that the probability of survival of the three people who dived was pitifully low.

"Yuan-jun, in the past few days that we've known each other, you've been telling us about the Japanese underworld and the responsibilities of being a young master," Lu Mingfei whispered. "You said you just wanted to be a tortoise, but you were forced to become a samurai. You're tired and exhausted, trapped in a cage called 'responsibility'. This kind of life is not what you wanted. There's no freedom at all."

"But don't think you're the only one in the world who's tired, okay? Who in this world has an easy life?" Lu Mingfei's voice suddenly became angry, startling Caesar and Chu Zihang in the cockpit. "We all live a fucked-up life, don't we? Boss Caesar was born into a family he despises, and everyone in the family is a jerk. Senior brother lost his dad a few years ago, and I don't need to tell you about that. I've almost forgotten what my parents look like!"

"Does anyone among us have less to bear than you? I'm the only 'S'-rank in the academy, and I'm tasked with slaying dragons. If I hadn't been working myself to death, this world would have been destroyed several times over, you know?"

"It's the same with my senior brother. Do you know how many nights he couldn't sleep well? And there's a damn god who is always worried about his body... Now my senior brother has finally achieved a happy ending with Xia Mi. Do you know how much hardship he has endured?"

"Hasn't Caesar been desperately resisting his family's arrangements and fighting against his family's destiny? He's about to get married! How can we just let him die for no reason?"

Lu Mingfei spoke quickly and fiercely, like a machine gun that hit the weak point of Yuan Zhisheng's will. Heavy and suppressed breathing sounds came from the headphones.

"Yuan Zhisheng, we did drink and clink glasses! Men should be honest with each other after drinking and clinking glasses. Even though Caesar always calls you a mother, I always treat you as a man." Lu Mingfei yelled, "A man who smokes women's cigarettes is not necessarily not a man, and a man with a feminine appearance is not necessarily not a man, but you are definitely not a man now, because a man is definitely not a coward who deceives others and himself!"

The young master of the Sheqi Eight Clan had never been ridiculed with such cold words, but Yuan Zhisheng couldn't feel any anger at this moment, because Lu Mingfei's words were true. The sad truth is the sharpest knife in the world, each word piercing the depths of one's heart.

"One percent." Gen Chisheng lit a cigarette and spoke the truth with difficulty. "The probability of your survival is less than one percent. This is the result of hundreds of calculations by Kaguya. The power of the nuclear explosion is far greater than one million tons, its force is even enough to create a tsunami that covers the sky, but even so, we are not sure of destroying all the Shiki. Even if the safety lock decoys you away from the center of the explosion, the outer wall of the Trieste will be damaged by the aftermath of the nuclear explosion and the high speed. You are likely to be caught up by the surviving Shiki underwater."

One percent—this incredibly small number, when applied to the probability of survival, truly makes one despair. Schneider gasped hoarsely. Caesar paused for a moment before turning on the audio, intending to record a short suicide note through the communication channel.

"Even a one percent chance isn't a bad bet. If you unfortunately die in the sea, then I will die fighting on the surface of the sea. Not as the head of the Yuan family, but as Yuan Zhisheng personally..." Yuan Zhisheng paused, "I will be buried with you."

Yuan Zhisheng looked out at the sea ravaged by strong winds and heavy rain, and after saying these words, he felt more relaxed and calm than ever before.

"Then what about your family? You said that the Eight Clans of Sheqi cannot be without a young patriarch." Lu Mingfei asked.

"If we win this war, there will be no more bloodshed in the family. With so many people in the family, there will always be someone who can take on the role of the young master on the road to peace. If we lose this war, the entire family will be destroyed, and there will be no such thing as a young master." Yuan Zhisheng exhaled a puff of smoke, which was quickly blown away by the sea breeze. His tone was 100% serious.

"What about your dream? Regardless of whether the war is won or lost, you've already fulfilled your responsibilities as the Young Master. You can't do any better. You can just leave and forget everything. With sunscreen in hand, stroll along the soft, nude beach you've always longed for, with beautiful busty girls waving at you from under the parasols."

"I thought about it seriously, but I can't do it," said Yuan Zhisheng.

"Young Master..." Sakura's voice sounded beside Yuan Zhisheng.

"I've made up my mind. Don't try to persuade me, Ying." Yuan Zhisheng's tone was a little excited. "You always understand me the best. You know I couldn't abandon my family before, and I can't abandon those three psychos now. If they, who have nothing to do with the family, die, and I, as the young master of the family, survive, then I will feel that the sunscreen I sell has become dirty, the nude beaches will become a pitch-black abyss, and those big-breasted beauties will no longer be beautiful, even uglier than the corpse guards. Endless regret will plunge me into the abyss of pain for the rest of my life. Rather than being tortured by that kind of pain, I'd rather die quickly!"

"Lu Mingfei is right. Either live uprightly like a man, or die gracefully like a samurai." Yuan Zhisheng smiled. "This is a truth that even a small-time scoundrel like Noda Shou can understand. It's only natural that the young master of the Sheqi Eight Clan wouldn't understand it, right?"

Hearing Yuan Zhisheng's frank words, the three people in the deep sea exchanged a glance and nodded gently. Caesar put down the half-recorded audio suicide note. Chu Zihang's Murasame was slightly unsheathed, revealing a blade that was only an inch long and exuded a chilling killing intent.