A crimson blade-light swept across the star sea, tearing through the void as it annihilated living beings. Countless particles of destruction trembled and collapsed, forming a perilous abyssal void.
No one could determine the size of this forbidden zone, for it might have spanned several light-years, stretching on without end.
If it were used as a tomb, it would surely rank among the finest in the universe.
Mr. Fool had once loved this world.
That was the final message Bai Heng read from his eyes.
"Wherever your soul may go, I wish you good morning, good afternoon, and good night." Bai Heng looked as devout as a compassionate believer.
But clearly, the karmic debt from that axe strike would take several lifetimes of knocking an electronic wooden fish to repay.
The bar fell silent.
After they caught sight of the fact that Bai Heng was holding three axes in his hand.
They suddenly felt that the nature of this dream bubble had changed.
Its educational significance seemed to have vanished along with the tragedy that had just occurred—the body of that Mr. Fool was clearly nowhere near as sturdy as a material celestial body.
A few minutes later.
The company executive, calm and composed, with tranquil dark gold eyes, walked into the bar.
He casually approached the liquor cabinet, greeted the bartender with ease, then removed his fingertip guards and ordered a Glass Manor.
The bartender professionally and meticulously prepared the drink, pouring it into a stemmed glass.
Once the crimson liquor was stirred by the ice, wisps of cold vapor rose from the glass, and beads of moisture formed one by one across its surface.
Bai Heng casually yet elegantly raised his glass, offering a distant toast to the crowd as he chuckled.
"Clearly, this dream bubble carries other