Chapter 7

Ning Yue smiled with a hint of amusement, then said indifferently, "Even if I am Fu Qingzhu, so what?"

Luo Xuan pointed at himself with his thumb, very confidently, and then said proudly, "Although I have left Penglai, I have been summoned by another divine realm. If you are willing to help me, I can bring you into that divine realm. How about it? This is the opportunity you have been dreaming of!"

Ning Yue pondered slightly, seemingly in thought, but in reality, he was calculating something else—what exactly did Luo Xuan want to do?

Defecting from a divine realm would result in extremely severe punishment, even causing one's own power to drop several levels. Not to mention, one would be hunted by people from the divine realm. Luo Xuan was willing to take such a huge risk to defect from Penglai, there must be an extremely important reason.

"What does Luo Xuan want to do? He can't possibly be as silly as my cousin Pang Qian, right?"

Luo Xuan was not very patient. When Ning Yue's contemplation exceeded his tolerance, the blond youth could not help but say coldly, "Since you can't make a decision, I'll find another collaborator! I believe you will regret losing this opportunity."

The blond youth casually spread his hand, and a brilliant light shone from his palm, instantly disappearing without a trace.

Ning Yue did not try to retain Luo Xuan, as he really did not want to get involved in this matter. He already had enough troubles and headaches of his own, and he had no intention of adding more.

A middle-aged man wearing a well-tailored, likely designer-made suit was watching TV in a hotel room. He seemed to have little patience, flipping through channels, and finally threw the remote control aside. He took a deep breath, puffing out his chest and abdomen like a giant human toad, then slowly exhaled to calm his emotions.

"Damn it, why hasn't that dead waiter brought back any news? It's just an ordinary middle school student, it should be easy to take care of. Could something go wrong with such a simple task? Too many outsiders have come to this city, I hope I haven't really run into bad luck..."

Just as the middle-aged man's muttering ended, a strange sensation washed over him, as if a strong wind had blown past, making him involuntarily close his eyes. When he opened them again, he found himself standing in a large square like an ancient Roman arena, with empty stands all around, not a single person in sight.

A knight, his body burning with flames, was clad in bright red full-body armor, even his face covered by a helmet, leaving only a pair of deep, dark eyes visible. He rode a bizarre warhorse with burning hooves and black smoke spewing from its nostrils, holding a flaming spear, and was staring at him intently.

The middle-aged man's heart skipped a beat, and he blurted out, "Dimensional Battlefield! How can you use such advanced techniques?"

The flame knight's voice was extremely hoarse as he shouted, "Are you the one controlling the death waiter?"

The middle-aged man shouted, "Of course not, you have the wrong person..."

The flame knight laughed hoarsely, not continuing to argue with the middle-aged man. He spurred his flame-treading warhorse, which began to charge, its hooves' flames gradually spreading to its entire body, even covering the flame knight.

The middle-aged man hesitated slightly, then revealed a fierce expression. He pressed his hand to the ground, muttering strange incantations. In the next moment, more than ten mounds of earth rose, and as the earth split open, over a dozen dog-headed men leaped out.

The flame knight did not slow down at all, using the charge of his bizarre warhorse to thrust his spear upward, breaking through the circle of death waiters. The spear transformed into a flaming rainbow, swinging down with incredible speed and ferocity, leaving the death waiters no time to dodge.

In an instant, the dozen or so death waiters were all knocked down by the flame knight. His flaming spear carried a mysterious power, and any death waiter struck by it burst into flames and turned to ashes in no time.

Seeing that the dozen death waiters he had summoned could not stop the flame knight for even a step, the middle-aged man's expression turned slightly panicked. He spread his hands, and two curved knives appeared in his palms.

The flame knight did not even glance at him, and swung his flaming spear down again. The middle-aged man, bracing himself, crossed his knives to block, but failed to stop the spear. The flame knight's spear shattered his knives and crushed his head into pieces.

The flame knight circled his warhorse, making a half-circle in the dimensional battlefield, then lifted his hand to remove his helmet. As he shook his head, a cascade of black hair poured down, revealing a beautiful girl, though her expression was cold and intimidating.

A ripple of water-like waves suddenly appeared in the air, and the short-haired, beautiful girl Feili emerged from the air, appearing dozens of meters away from the flame knight. She frowned slightly and said, "Flame Goddess! You acted too quickly. I wanted to leave a live one to ask how this guy found Lord Yan Jifeng. By killing him, you've cut off a lead."

The girl called Flame Goddess spoke calmly, her voice still a bit hoarse but no longer as gloomy, and it had a very special quality, sounding very pleasant. She said, "Feili! You are in charge of intelligence among our twelve spirit attendants. I don't believe you can't figure out this person's background. This scoundrel who dared to attack Lord Yan Jifeng should be killed as soon as possible to prevent more threats to the Lord."

Feili shook her head, made a strange hand sign, and lightly shouted. The air distorted as if it were evaporating, and the large square like an ancient Roman arena quickly transformed back into the scene inside the hotel suite.

The dimensional battlefield is a special ability that can temporarily create a battle space. After the battlefield is dissolved, anything left inside, whether living or non-living, will be thrown into another dimension, never to be found again.

The middle-aged man's corpse, after Feili dissolved the dimensional space, was thrown to some unknown place, saving the trouble of cleaning up.

The Flame Goddess also ended her battle state, looking like a sharp and capable career woman. Although her demeanor remained cold and somewhat intimidating, no one would imagine her previous domineering and magnificent battle posture.

Feili was still dressed as before, clearly having arranged for the Flame Goddess to deal with this divine realm assassin after leaving Ning Yue's side.

However, the assassin's strength was too weak, causing Feili to be somewhat puzzled. She muttered to herself, "There's no reason for the divine realm to send such a weak person to assassinate Lord Yan Jifeng. Could something have gone wrong, and this person wasn't targeting Lord Yan Jifeng?"

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