Killing Hearts and Minds, Flipping the Table

At the place where the four planes met, four figures sat in their chairs around a massive round table.

There was a clear dividing line on the tabletop before each of them. This was the limit of the area where they could receive their plane's support. Within this range, at the very least, they could ensure they would not be killed by the others.

Gu Chen still wore that same expression of disdain for everyone, one leg propped up on the table.

He did not take any of the others seriously at all.

After all, his relationship with the Abyss and Douluo was truly too terrible.

It was already good enough that they had not started fighting outright. Sitting together normally was difficult.

The Demon Monarch, who had once been arrogant and unruly, was now acting like a quail, hiding his head like a coward.

Go ahead and fight.

The worse you fight, the better.

Gu Chen took out a fragment. His index finger struck it in an instant, and the enormous force did not destroy it. Instead, it shot like a bullet toward Tang Hao, who represented Douluo, but before it could get close, it was stopped directly.

Tang Hao reached out and caught it, then glanced at it. But with just that one look, his entire face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot, his eyes bloodshot, his breathing as heavy as an ox's.

"You..." Tang Hao's face flushed crimson as he stared fixedly at Gu Chen's face, as if he wanted to tear him apart on the spot.

The fragment in his hand was naturally a piece of the Golden Tree. Aside from the majority that had been used to forge God-Slaying Weapons, quite a bit had survived, roughly the size of a giant