Chapter 108: The Heart of the Wood King

In the center of the clearing, the dark golden King of Thorn-Wood stood silently, its emerald-like source fruits radiating an alluring, vital glow.

However, Bai Yueying’s gaze pierced through the surface, locking onto the middle of the trunk.

There, a halo of light shimmered like liquid emerald—the true core of the entire wood king, the quintessence of the Wood Heart Source Fruit: the Heart of the Wood King.

Acquiring this would be no easy task.

Almost the moment her gaze fixed upon the heart, the entire clearing—yet now she would not think so, for the Blade-Slaying Ceremony had not yet been held, and the enemy’s massive advance suggested their motives were far from simple.

They could only explain it to each other: perhaps the elephant needed to replenish its water and had come to the zoo for a brief rest.

Tohkura Fuyuki had expected the man to be gunned down on the spot, but to his surprise, the man’s eyes erupted with a crimson, demonic light. His lowered hand suddenly brandished a kukri blade, which he swung like lightning toward Fuyuki’s gun-wielding right hand.

"Don't scare me like that, sister-in-law!" Meng Chenyi said, drenched in sweat; that scene had nearly scared the soul out of him.

On the live broadcast, a king penguin lay flat on the snow, revealing only its black back as it slid forward, carving trails into the ground.

Meng Hai did not stand on ceremony; he threw a plastic raincoat over his shoulders, pulled up the hood, and continued the ascent.

Fu Mingye knew she shouldn't eat so much in front of her idol, but she couldn't bring herself to stop Lu Lihuan from ordering, for she was simply too hungry.

This was an old man on the verge of death, his hair and beard white as snow, his body hunched. He wore a distinctive black robe, and his eyes glinted with a faint, flickering light.

Third Uncle Meng struggled, only to find that in the grip of Meng Chenhao’s iron-like fingers, he was as fragile as an egg against a stone, his face flushing deep red.

"All or nothing!" Du Ming thought. Instead of fleeing, he commanded his character to charge. He unleashed the Triple Stab skill, a flash of cold light dancing along the edge of his blade.

Hearing that last sentence, my friend’s hair stood on end. He shone his flashlight forward, and sure enough, there was a hole. It was perfectly round, perhaps only a foot in diameter; we couldn't possibly squeeze through it in time. I immediately bit my finger, sucked on it, and then turned back to spray the blood forward with all my might.

Xia Yongning walked alongside Wang Mingyang, finally able to stop running. But mentioning Henry, she suddenly wondered: why did things always go wrong whenever he finished visiting the set?

"If we can't find him, won't Aida Takeshi’s illness be impossible to cure?" Lan Zhenghao asked.

"Let’s go, let’s have a few drinks to celebrate in advance!" Lan Zhenghao said, draping an arm around Lin Tian’s shoulder.

Tong Jiabao was accustomed to all sorts of beauties. He glanced at Wang Zhangzhu; she was certainly pretty, but he felt nothing particularly striking, so he offered a faint nod and a perfunctory smile before turning away.

"Please tell me, it’s very important to me!" She just wanted to know why Yu Haochen had appeared so suddenly when she was in danger.

"Get lost! You’re not a girl, why would I want to meet you? Let me tell you, stop bothering me while I’m sleeping!" Lin Tian cursed roundly and hung up the phone.

The person might have been in disguise, but it was a lead nonetheless. It involved a bit of gambling on luck—perhaps the person’s makeup skills were mediocre and failed to hide distinct features, or perhaps they hadn't bothered to disguise themselves at all.

Dozens of kilometers away, Shen Fan had been sneezing since he woke up that morning, unable to find any reason for it. If he knew someone was holding a memorial service for him, one could only wonder what his mood would be.

"Tu Long, organize everyone for a meal, then get some good rest!" Lin Tian instructed.

This was a suit of inner armor that remained invisible once worn. Lin Sheng continued to wander through the black market, still clad in his simple animal-hide garments.