Volume Four: The Buddha Saves No One; Only I, the Devil, Shall Save Them - Luo Hotel (Part Two)

With a soft pop, a black chrysanthemum bloomed before the man as he was forced back. He was no weakling: the flower swallowed every last trace of Cao Lei's golden Buddhist light. Luo Qian was secretly startled. If Cao Lei's Buddhist arts had not possessed an innate advantage over the Devil Race, that exchange would have ended in a dead heat.

The black chrysanthemum folded into a bud. The figure held it in one hand as wisps of black mist drifted from it. Looking at Cao Lei with a trace of puzzlement, the figure gave an odd chuckle. "Your origins are no ordinary matter, my friend..." Then came a cold glance at Luo Qian. Luo Qian's heart lurched. This is bad. This person clearly had a formidable background and must have taken part in the recent God-Devil War. The figure had likely seen what Buddhist Treasures could do. With those abilities, even a brief clash with Cao Lei would reveal enough clues to connect him to the treasures.

Luo Qian clenched his fist and glanced toward the entrance. People waiting in line packed the space outside; forcing their way out would not be easy. Their only choice seemed to be reaching the rear first, then slipping away through the kitchen.

To his surprise, the figure's expression softened. "My friend, there's nothing wrong with pursuing a beauty, but the way you're going about it is beneath contempt." Beside them, Sophia hid a smile behind her lips. She knew a little about this person's background, and it was formidable indeed. Though this person came to the hotel every day to get close to her, that was nothing compared with how detestable Cao Lei was. She was quietly delighted to hear Cao Lei mocked so bluntly. Cao Lei flew into a rage and