Man Proposes, God Disposes

"No!"

"I, Long Jiuyuan, am no coward!"

Without a doubt, Qian Xiaoyu's vicious words before his death had pierced straight through the Dragon King's heart, nearly shattering the invincible state of mind he had cultivated over the years.

Though he had deliberately avoided thinking about it all these years, Long Jiuyuan had always known deep down that he bore an inescapable responsibility for his late wife's death.

"Beast, I'll kill you!"

Long Jiuyuan's chest heaved violently as he panted like a bull, his eyes wide with fury. With a casual palm strike, Qian Xiaoyu's body exploded into pieces, reduced beyond recognition.

Even so, Long Jiuyuan still could not vent his hatred. With a flick of his hand, Qian Xiaoyu's remains were crushed into dust in the blink of an eye, scattering through the air.

His body and soul were utterly destroyed, wiped from this world. Only the lingering stench of blood in the air proved that he had ever existed.

"Cough, cough... I... where am I?"

The enormous commotion caused by Long Jiuyuan quickly awakened Wang Tianhua, who had been unconscious nearby.

He opened his eyes blankly, looked around, and wore a thoroughly bewildered expression.

Wasn't I attending the banquet hosted by the Six Great Families at Phoenix Mansion? How the hell did I end up in this dark, damp place?

Soon, all the memories from the past seven days surfaced in Wang Tianhua's mind.

The boar-riding Knight, making a fool of himself on the spot, losing all face... The Wang Family had been thrust into the spotlight because of him and that unfilial son Wang Mo. Their stock market value had crashed, capital from all sides had moved in to carve them up, and all Wang Family shares had been dumped at rock-bottom prices and sold to Jiang Che.