"Safe zones, huh."
Wang Xuan leaned back in his chair, watching Feng Shaoyun's hysterical display. The cold curve at the corner of his mouth gradually faded, and a trace of impatience flashed through his eyes.
The safe zone protected him, but it also protected the people he wanted to kill.
If this had been a Plot World, he had countless ways to make someone like this pay the price. But this was Origin Earth Star.
Boring. Truly boring!
The Royal Clan's foundations were indeed profound. Their resources, connections, and inheritances were far beyond those of ordinary Players. Yet every Royal Clan member Wang Xuan had encountered—whether those he had easily crushed in Plot Worlds or Feng Shaoyun, who had gone mad after just a few words—lacked even a hint of the bearing a true powerhouse should possess. They were more like spoiled playboys raised into uselessness, relying only on their status to throw their weight around.
The things Xu Zhiruan had said earlier resurfaced in his mind. They did make some sense.
Still, he suddenly found himself curious. What were the Royal Clan's true prodigies actually like?
The thought passed in an instant. Wang Xuan had no desire to stay any longer. With a thought, he activated his Authority, and his figure silently vanished without leaving the slightest trace.
He simply disappeared into thin air, without any warning.
Feng Shaoyun's roar came to an abrupt halt. He froze in place, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"Where is he?" Feng Shaoyun suddenly turned toward the Wild Dog Gang's higher-ups beside him, his voice carrying a barely noticeable hint of panic.
Several Wild Dog Gang higher-ups exchanged looks, unable to say a word. They had watched the entire time, yet they had not caught even the faintest trace of how he disappeared.