53. The Banquet Draws to a Close (1)

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Bai Qi fell silent. At a moment like this, he absolutely could not ruin Old Master Chen’s mood. It seemed that if he wanted to drive Tang Ya away for good, he would have to think of another way.

Though he possessed the formidable power of a mage whose strength was comparable to that of a fourth-level practitioner, he looked every inch a seasoned anime otaku. When he saw Natasha, one of the Avengers, his first reaction was as feverish as a fan meeting a celebrity. Yet the moment serious matters were mentioned, he quickly turned cold and composed.

“If—I mean, hypothetically—your wife’s condition was that she wanted you, and nothing else… what would you do?” I leaned forward involuntarily.

Only when the soft click of Atley closing the door reached Patch’s ears did he come back to himself. He scratched his head alone, utterly bewildered by Atley’s seemingly nonsensical remarks.

“We ran the dungeon with them, but the team members were generally too weak. With high-level equipment, they usually couldn’t clear it.” Mad Stone shook his head regretfully. Back then, they had gone all out to invite him to join the team, and he had agreed. Naturally, they would now weather every storm together. The good equipment would drop sooner or later.

If that was the case, killing the Green Snake Spirit would not be easy. Qiu Ming was not afraid, however. With the Banana Fan, he could keep the Green Snake Spirit from coming near him, but he had no way to kill it.

“Why aren’t you home yet? It’s already half past six.” Just then, Zhang Yong’s optical brain rang. His mother had sent him a message.

But the moment he opened the door, he felt that his judgment had been wrong. How could there be such an enticing smell? It seemed to be the scent of seafood.

He had reached an agreement with Bai Qi long ago on how to stop Tang Ya from taking over this project. They had been waiting for this very day.

Just as Qiu Xuan and Shiliu, concerned about You Mu, were about to go over, Paradox raised a hand, and a barrier instantly cut them off from the outside.

Although Chen Yuan was no master of poison, he often used poison to enhance his combat strength. Thus, the instant the black mist appeared, he retreated thirty feet away from it.

Suddenly, his chest felt heavy, as though some enormous weight had been pressed down upon it, leaving him momentarily unable to breathe.

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Taking advantage of the opportunity, Antigonus directly unleashed his killing move. Through the mutual attraction of the same pathway, he reached out and seized Old Zaratul’s characteristics.

Qin Qing, however, widened her eyes in delight, preparing to watch Zhuang Xirou’s affected performance.

Hearing the words beside them, Chen Xing and Jun Muyi froze for a moment before turning their heads in puzzlement toward the speaker.

The icy dagger had already pierced Wang Pingzhi’s body. The pain, repeated without end, caused him to age rapidly. His hair turned white, his body withered, and wrinkles spread across his entire form.

Ruan Yingying was not foolish. She knew how to arrange the development of her career. Someone like Li Shuo was more than enough when it came to cooperating on the show.

“Stop talking!” Jun Muyi had somewhat recovered, and upon hearing Chen Xing’s taunt, she glared at him viciously.

Jiang Deguang cast Xie Ningjun a deep glance, evidently displeased that she had suddenly used him as an example and made him lose face.

“The result is exactly as you know: he died three years ago!” Liu Ming had always wanted to use this indirect method to make Zhu Jiansheng give up sooner. To waste such an incomparable beauty and her potential was truly a pity.

The floors below were all prisons for detained criminals. From highest to lowest, they were the Red Lotus Hell, the Beast Hell, the Hunger Hell, the Scorching Hell, the Extreme Cold Hell, and the lowest level, which almost no one knew about—the Infinite Hell.

When everyone looked over, they discovered that they were eels! Each was as thick as a rolling pin, its entire body gleaming with oil, plump and robust.

Today, she had actually been supposed to go out and play with Huohua. But because she wanted to practice ninjutsu, she had stayed behind.

“What?” Wanyan Lie could hardly believe his ears. Quite a number of people had been sent to find the whereabouts of the token belonging to the secret agent, and every one of them was a carefully selected expert. He was well aware of how many capable people surrounded the Zhou family and Lu Jue. Even if Lu Jue was clever and calculating, hidden arrows were difficult to guard against. How could he possibly remain vigilant every moment?

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No sooner had Zhao Yan finished speaking than a tall, rugged Mongolian warrior rode onto the battlefield. He wielded a black-gold hammer shaped like a pumpkin and rode a jet-black warhorse.

The shock wave caused by the explosion could kill a person outright! If most of its energy had not dissipated by the time it reached them, and if the explosion itself had not been relatively small, everyone might already have been dead.

Birth, aging, illness, and death were rules that mortals were destined to experience. They could not escape beyond the third dimension; they could not even perceive the passage of time in the fourth dimension, let alone achieve immortality. They had no idea that eternal life was a privilege reserved for gods, while they, mere mortals, had long been bound by rules decreed by the divine—rules that could never be broken.

When the Zhanlu Sword was forged, the King of Yue regarded it as a national treasure. Later, Yue was conquered by Wu, and King Helu of Wu acquired the sword. Yet one day, it suddenly vanished without a trace!

After carefully sensing and comparing its strength, he estimated that if the prisoners of the Red Lotus Hell were used as a unit of measurement, this lion-faced man could probably match twenty of them.

Dodging the black-clad man’s longsword once more, Zeng Yi narrowly slipped behind him just as the blade struck the ground.

A youthful vitality filled the vehicle. Sitting in the front, Mo Haoteng smiled unconsciously. Youth—how wonderful it was! He was actually still young himself, so why did he feel as though he had grown so old?

Xia Ling thought that Lin Zongyan must truly have been drunk that night. That was why he had forgotten everything completely.

“Helping you won’t be a problem. But do you realize that for such a large venue, the rent alone would cost tens of thousands a year? Can you afford it?” Hao Duxing neither agreed nor disagreed. Instead, he pointed out the matter of the rent, clearly believing that Zhang Xinsheng lacked the financial means to lease the place.

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