Chapter 458: The Best Timing
A door long sealed shut, even covered in moss, creaked open slowly under the astonished gazes of many yoga practitioners.
A gaunt and disheveled ascetic emerged barefoot, his face shadowed with an ominous gloom. In a raspy voice, he said, "Gandhi is dead."
"Yes!"
A middle-aged monk clasped his hands together and said, "Master Selda, Master Gandhi was defeated by Mr. Yang Huaxia. However, tomorrow, Yang and the strongest man in China, Chenn Yuanba, are to face off again in battle, so..."
"Chenn Yuanba?"
The ascetic’s face twisted into a yellow-toothed grin upon hearing the name. "So, now’s the perfect chance to kill China’s two strongest men in one fell swoop! Ha ha ha!"
Look at that. The ascetic, so light on his feet, leapt straight into the heavens.
...
Within an ancient castle in the United Kingdom.
A strikingly handsome blonde man slowly sat up from a coffin crafted entirely of pure gold, flashing a smile toward a dozen fainted yet equally beautiful women sprawled on the floor.
After enduring an utterly brutal scene, the blonde man wiped away traces of blood from his lips.