At the beginning, I summoned Li Jing, who is very cold, and I will fight against Hawkeye!

In the mysterious and solemn space, the atmosphere seemed to be frozen and extremely depressing.

The dim light projected onto the cold ground, vaguely outlining a chilling atmosphere.

Zambalong V Nasujuro stood quietly, his face stern, his eyes revealing a subtle solemnity.

He held the hilt of the first generation of Kitetsu tightly in his hand.

"You just came in, and there are still many things you need to understand." Zanbaron V. Nasujuro said in a flat tone, and the low voice echoed in the empty space, carrying a kind of calmness that came from a lifetime of experience.

After saying that, he slowly put the first generation Kitetsu in his hand back into the sheath. His movements were gentle and cautious, as if he was performing a solemn ceremony.

The slight sound of the friction between the scabbard and the blade seemed particularly clear in this silent environment.

"You seem to be in a very interesting mood!" At this moment, a voice that was totally inappropriate to the current scene came out.

The sound seemed to come from a distant void, carrying an indescribable weirdness.

Although the sound was not loud, it was like a thunder exploding in everyone's heart.

When the Five Elders heard this, sweat broke out on their foreheads.

Those crystal beads of sweat flickered faintly in the dim light, just like a reflection of their inner fear.

Their faces turned pale in an instant, and their eyes were filled with panic and anxiety.

Without a second's hesitation, everyone turned around at the same time, their movements were in unison, as if they had rehearsed it countless times.

They half-knelt on the ground with their heads bowed, their postures humble and respectful.

They shouted in unison: "Sir!" The voice was filled with awe and fear, echoing in the air for a long time.

Yim ignored them. His figure was like a ghost, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura.

He walked straight to Tuanzi's side, his steps light and silent.

There was a hint of doubt in those dark red pupils with lines on them.

He stared at the dumpling quietly, as if he was examining a mysterious treasure.

"This thing doesn't have a devil fruit ability, it's very strange." Im's voice was low and hoarse, like a whisper coming from the depths of hell.

After hearing what Yim said, no one of the Five Elders dared to speak. Instead, they swallowed their saliva secretly.

Their throats rolled, making slight sounds that were particularly clear in this silent space.

Their eyes were filled with fear and anxiety, fearing that any of their actions or words would anger this supreme being.

"She carries... the power of nature, or rather, she herself is like the power of nature." When Yim said this, he wanted to raise his hand to stroke Tuanzi.

His movements were slow and graceful, as if he were performing a sacred ritual.

But when his hand was halfway extended, it suddenly stopped in mid-air.

At the same time, a hint of surprise and confusion flashed in his eyes, as if he encountered an invisible resistance.

"Are you rejecting me..." Yim slowly withdrew his hand, and then did not speak again. He stood there quietly, with a look of deep thought in his eyes.

After a moment, he was ready to turn around and leave, his figure looking particularly lonely and mysterious in the dim light.

Tuanzi is a mountain god, whose power is so mysterious that no one in the pirate world can understand it. She stood there quietly, like the incarnation of nature.

Im only vaguely sensed the so-called "natural" power.

Seeing that Yimu was about to leave without saying anything, Puman Woqiulisheng finally couldn't help but whispered

"Sir, the Terun Adventure Group is now..."

Before he could finish his words, Puman Woqiulisheng suddenly felt his eyeball bulge out, followed by a mouthful of blood spurting out.

The blood splashed in the air like a red fountain, emitting a pungent fishy smell.

The whole person's spine seemed to be broken by an extremely huge force. His hands and feet were supported on the ground, and the floor under his feet shattered like a spider web.

His body was shaking violently and his face showed a painful expression, but he still bit his lips tightly and dared not let out a painful wail.

Yimu didn't even turn his head, but said calmly: "If I have to say everything...

Then what is the meaning of your existence?" The voice was full of indifference and majesty, like the verdict of the God of Judgement.

"My Lord, I'm sorry!"

"We were reckless."

"We already know what to do!" The remaining four people including Zambalong V. Nasu Shoulangsheng quickly pleaded.

Their voices were filled with fear and humility, as if they were asking God for forgiveness.

Yimu still ignored them. The other four were begging for mercy, but he said calmly:

"Lick back what you spit out."

After saying this, the figure gradually disappeared into the dim light like smoke, leaving behind only a mysterious and powerful aura.

The pressure dissipated, and Puman Woqiulisheng did not feel humiliated at all. Instead, he licked the blood he spit out quickly like a dog.

His movements were skillful and natural, as if this was something he was already used to.

The blood stained his face, making him look even more miserable.

In this mysterious space, the atmosphere is extremely depressing.

The humility of the Five Elders contrasts sharply with the supreme authority of Yimu.

Zambaron V. Nasujuro had a solemn expression on his face, tightly gripping the hilt of the first generation Kitetsu in his hand, as if looking for a sense of security in this tense atmosphere.

Im's figure gradually walked away, and his dark red pupils seemed to be imprinted in everyone's hearts, bringing endless fear.

Pullman Woqiulisheng was lying on the ground, his face stained with blood, but he did not hesitate to lick his own blood, as if it was his only salvation.

The other four were silent as a mouse, not daring to make a sound, for fear of angering him again.

"Your Excellency's meaning is very clear." Saint Garcia Asatan slowly stood up.

His eyes fell on Pullman Woqiulisheng, who was still lying on the ground, licking something greedily, and he pursed his lips unconsciously.

"Jenny Tren's strength should not be underestimated. We should pay special attention to the red flower twin sticks under his command."

Zambaron V. Nasujuro, who had fought with Tom and Jerry before, added in a low voice with a stern expression.

"As far as I know, those two troublesome guys are not here. They are staying in Red Harbor at the moment." Peter Ten Peter Saint turned his head slightly and quickly added the key information.

"In that case, we should set off immediately without further delay, right?" Ancient Saint Fegalando Green looked around at the three people present and asked in a firm tone.

"Of course!" Puman Woqiulisheng had also stood up straight at this time, and gracefully took out a delicate handkerchief he carried with him from his arms.

Carefully wipe the stains remaining at the corners of your mouth.

I saw that he had a very skillful technique and the floor after licking was so clean that it reflected light. He was obviously an experienced veteran.

"We just need to push them back and make sure to keep our casualties as low as possible.

After all, all the nobles in the world are gathered here now." Garcia Asatan Saint stressed with a serious expression.

"Don't worry, this is not a problem." The others responded in unison, their eyes revealing full of confidence and determination.