To Xiang Yang, this tableful of wine and dishes was the most lavish, most extravagant meal he had ever seen in his life. Naturally, he wanted to gorge himself and satisfy his appetite.
Yet doubts lingered in his heart, and he did not trust the people of the demonic sect either. He would rather gnaw on dry, hard rations in his room than enjoy these dishes that were perfect in color, fragrance, and taste.
"You!"
Shen Ao had not expected Xiang Yang to play so far outside the rules. A gloomy killing intent flashed through his eyes as he slapped the table and rose abruptly. The air in the space whistled sharply, whipping the strange flowers and exotic grasses around them into a sea of scattered color. He was on the verge of making his move.
Before Shen Ao could say another word, Xiang Yang pressed his right hand against the square table and exerted force. The entire spread of wine and dishes shattered, soup and sauce splashing all over the ground. No one would be eating now.
"Xiang Yang, you are outrageous."
Li Xiaolin said what Shen Ao had yet to say, his trembling finger pointing at Xiang Yang. Was this man mad? How could anyone be so unreasonable?
After overturning the feast, Xiang Yang still did not stop. Narrowing his eyes, he turned and leaped toward Li Xiaolin. Amid the latter's terrified expression, he struck out with three fingers in an instant, swift as thunder, too fast to cover one's ears.
The first finger sliced horizontally, its force like a precise electronic cutting blade. With hissing sounds, it cleaved through the air, its power condensed and solid, forcing Li Xiaolin to use the Copper Wall and Iron Bastion of Cold Iron Hand to defend himself. Even so, a