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Chapter 1199 - 1193: Zhou Wendong’s Confusion

Chapter 1199: Chapter 1193: Zhou Wendong’s Confusion

"Damn it!" Seeing this scene, the Middle Stage of Virtual Energy master’s eyes almost split from rage.

He let out a fierce shout and suddenly, with a flick of his hand, he pulled out a Pu Dao from who knows where.

This man stomped on the ground with his right foot and swung the Pu Dao, charging towards Li Changlin.

Strike at the rescuer!

The Middle Stage of Virtual Energy master knew very well that joining in the attack on Zhou Wendong, who was already being besieged by three others, would not make much difference.

The main issue was that the private room was only so big, about thirty square meters. It was already somewhat cramped for four people to fight in; if he joined in, it would only make the situation more chaotic, and might even give Zhou Wendong the chance to defeat them one by one.

Thus, under these circumstances, attacking Li Changlin became the smartest choice.

The moment Zhou Wendong noticed the situation here, he would surely rush over, heedless of his own safety.

By then, he would be able to seize the initiative completely!

One must admit, the strategy of this Middle Stage of Virtual Energy master was not bad at all. His Pu Dao seemed to have a mind of its own as it slashed towards Li Changlin’s forehead.

"Idiot!" Not alarmed but delighted by this development, Zhou Wendong even displayed a hint of mockery on his face.

He couldn’t help but feel sorry for the Xiang Family’s elder, who seemed to be courting death by attacking his master, while he dealt with the encirclement of three Early Stage of Virtual Energy experts and pondered the old man’s foolishness.

It was an act tantamount to suicide. He dodged an attack from one expert with ease, then immediately zipped behind another.

"No good!"

"Damn!"

The other two were shocked and knew that Zhou Wendong was going to use the same trick again.

So they flung themselves forward with their swords, barely managing to prevent Zhou Wendong’s sneak attack, while the other one was scared out of his wits.

Meanwhile, the attack from the Middle Stage of Virtual Energy expert was about to reach Li Changlin.

Facing the fierce strike, Li Changlin didn’t even blink. He calmly raised his hand, and suddenly the chopsticks in his grip sprang open and firmly clamped down on the Pu Dao.

The moment they did, the blade was instantly halted in its progress.

The Middle Stage of Virtual Energy master was both shocked and scared, hurriedly trying to pull the Pu Dao back.

But then, how immense was Li Changlin’s strength? Although this Middle Stage of Virtual Energy expert was powerful, his capabilities were at best on par with Zhou Wendong.

To think of shaking a weight of 60,000 catties with a force of merely 12 or 13 thousand catties was sheer fantasy.

Seeing that his efforts were futile, the other party felt a sinking feeling in his heart and twisted the handle immediately, hoping to use the sharp blade to snap the chopsticks. However, these ordinary chopsticks in Li Changlin’s hands seemed to have turned into cast iron, and no matter how much force the other exerted, the chopsticks wouldn’t budge.

"Who exactly are you!" At this moment, the Middle Stage of Virtual Energy master was close to despair, while the other three Early Stage of Virtual Energy experts were also distracted by the turn of events, giving Zhou Wendong the opportunity to find a flaw. Then with a swift motion, he grabbed one of their necks and gave a powerful twist.

Crack!

A crisp sound echoed, and in the blink of an eye, the once lively Xujing Master became a lifeless corpse.

Zhou Wendong laughed brutally and carelessly threw the body onto the ground, then with one hand, he caught the falling scabbard.

Clang!

With the sword in hand, Zhou Wendong’s aura changed, and he immediately began counterattacking.

At this time, only two of the opponents remained. Seeing Zhou Wendong’s valiance, they were quickly pushed back in defeat.

"Young masters, please hold your hands, please stop, we didn’t recognize your great ability, the Xiang Family is willing to compensate for all the losses!" Witnessing his juniors being forced to retreat, and fearing that in a few more rounds, they too might be effortlessly killed by Zhou Wendong like Xiang Qifu and another clan member, the Middle Stage of Virtual Energy master finally yielded.

"Alright, stop, Wendong!" After all, today was not a day for killing. If it weren’t for Qian Ziwei’s involvement, Changlin wouldn’t even pay attention to the insignificant Xiang Family.

So seeing the opposition yield, Changlin relaxed his grip on his chopsticks, and the person staggered back two steps before finally stabilizing.

At that moment, Zhou Wendong, hearing the instruction, also retreated to the side and even tossed the flexible sword in his hand onto the ground.

The two Early Stage of Virtual Energy experts exchanged glances, and at once, they understood each other’s intentions. Simultaneously, they let out a muffled shout and brandished their swords for another assassination attempt at Zhou Wendong.

"Damn it!" Zhou Wendong cursed in frustration and hurriedly dodged to the side.

"Stop, you give me, uh..." The Middle Stage of Virtual Energy expert saw the two juniors attacking Zhou Wendong again and felt both shock and fear, immediately shouting loudly.

However, at that moment, Changlin had already flung his hand, and a pair of chopsticks flew out, piercing the throats of the two men.

Thump!

Two bodies heavily fell to the ground, and the voice of the Middle Stage of Virtual Energy expert choked off as if someone had grasped his neck, leaving him unable to utter a single word.

"Nonsense!" Zhou Wendong cursed coldly, then quickly walked to Changlin’s side, smilingly saying, "Master, you are becoming more and more formidable."

"Hmm, don’t talk rubbish," Changlin glanced at him, making Zhou Wendong scratch his head in embarrassment and smile.

Changlin disregarded him and lifted his eyes to look at the Middle Stage of Virtual Energy elder from the Xiang Family, speaking indifferently, "I know your Xiang Family’s rightful eldest son, Xiang Anyi, is in the number eight private room. It was him who instructed Xiang Qifu to call you here, right? Bring me to him. I’m quite curious to see what kind of audacity the Xiang Family has to take action against The Nearly Divine Tycoon!"

"Master, that’s quite the act you’re putting on, I give it a hundred points!" Zhou Wendong couldn’t help but secretly give a thumbs up, feeling that Changlin’s portrayal of The Nearly Divine Tycoon was even more impressive than his own Crown Prince act.

However, at the same time, Zhou Wendong also felt odd, why would his master refer to himself as a Quasi-God Prodigal and not simply a God Prodigal?

It was truly strange; it seemed like God Prodigal had a bit more style!

"Young master, I, the Xiang Family is willing to apologize and pay any price, I beg you not to blame Anyi’s ignorance!" The Middle Stage of Virtual Energy elder from the Xiang Family turned deathly pale when he heard Changlin’s words.

Only now did he realize that Changlin had long been aware of Xiang Anyi’s scheme.

Moreover, not only was he aware, but he had also sat in place waiting for them to come, clearly showing an attitude of utter disregard for the Xiang Family.