Dancing on Graves? Xue Beng's Death-Seeking Performance Art!

"Who is the enemy?!"

This question was like a sharp blade, stabbing straight into the inflated balloon of Qian Daoliu's bragging.

Qian Daoliu's breathing caught.

The brothers Subduing Demon Douluo and Thousand Might Douluo even stopped eating, their eyes wide as they feared missing a single exciting moment.

Let's see how you talk your way out of this!

A bead of cold sweat quietly formed at Qian Daoliu's temple.

The enemy?

Where was he supposed to conjure up an enemy?

He couldn't exactly point at that crazy Angel Rakshasa Dong paving the road outside and say she was the enemy, could he?

Qian Daoliu's gaze instinctively flicked toward the door.

The Angel God, shovel over her shoulder, seemed to notice his gaze. She abruptly turned around, her golden eyes glaring at him coldly, as if to say: What are you looking at?

Qian Daoliu's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly looked away.

Not her. He couldn't afford to provoke her.

Just as his mind raced, trying to fabricate another earth-shattering lie.

A hand gently covered his.

It was Bo Saixi.

She really couldn't bear to watch any longer.

If she let this shameless old man keep spouting nonsense, there would be no salvaging this situation today.

Bo Saixi slowly rose to her feet. Her beautiful face carried a hint of solemnity and authority as she gently shook her head.

"Sea Witch."

Her voice was cool, yet it carried a calming power.

"The enemy is far more cunning and powerful than we imagined."

"They are hiding in the shadows, watching the entire continent. Even now, we have yet to fully uncover their true identities."

Bo Saixi's words were flawless. They preserved Qian Daoliu's story of a "secret alliance" while neatly avoiding the crucial question of who the enemy was.

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