Smack!
The sound of the crystal goblet hitting the floor rang especially crisp in the deathly silent hall, like some fragile illusion of peace shattering in an instant.
Crimson wine splashed across the gold-brick floor like a blooming flower of blood, reflecting Xue Qinghe's handsome face, twisted by anger and humiliation.
"Kill him!"
Those three words were not only an emperor's command, but the hysterical roar from the depths of Qian Renxue's heart.
That secret—the true identity even she carefully hid away when waking from dreams at midnight—had actually been exposed beside her ear by this man with such casual understatement, and even with that sickening, condescending judgment!
At that command, the luxurious, extravagant palace banquet hall instantly turned into an Asura field.
Boom—!
The tightly shut floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides of the great hall shattered with a crash. Countless shards of glass, stirred by surging soul power, turned into deadly hidden weapons and shot indiscriminately toward the panicked nobles all around.
Two utterly terrifying auras, like two colossal beasts awakening from the abyss, locked onto Han Yuchen at the center of the hall in an instant.
On the left, a lean, tall middle-aged man held an eighteen-foot snake lance. The spear tip flickered with a strange blue-purple glow—the poison and sharpness of a Titled Douluo. Nine soul rings pulsed beneath his feet: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.
Snake Lance Douluo, She Long! A rank 92 Assault System Titled Douluo!
On the right, an old man as bloated as a ball let out a bizarre hiss. His body swelled rapidly like a balloon, his skin covered in scalp-numbing spikes, and a fishy-sweet poisonous gas spread instantly.
Porcupinefish Douluo, Chi Xue! A rank 92 Control System and poison Titled Douluo!
These two Spirit Hall elders, who