Chapter 351: Guarantee That You Can’t Stop Heaping Praises (2/2)
Feng Yang’s fingers pierced right into Steward Chen’s skull easily and started sucking. Right in front the inn owner’s terrified eyes, Steward Chen was sucked dry like a deflated ball.
A few seconds later, Feng Yang returned standing on the same spot behind Huang Xiaolong, without any ripples of emotion in his eyes.
Steward Chen’s stiff corpse crashed to the floor without support.
Other guests exclaimed noticing the incident at Huang Xiaolong’s table, causing a small ruckus in the inn. Still, Rising Sun City was located at a close distance to the Origin Forest, killings and fights took place on a daily basis, thus, the incident did not cause more than startled hustle.
Emperor Duanren and the two Duanren Institute’s old man stared in shock at Feng Yang standing still behind Huang Xiaolong. The intense ghost aura that broke out from Feng Yang’s body the instant he moved was clearly felt by the three of them.
A Saint realm ghost?!
The three people exchanged a look amongst them. Until this moment, Duan Ren still found it hard to believe, because he couldn’t comprehend how Huang Xiaolong could subjugate a ghost creature, moreover, one that had advanced into the Saint realm.
Huang Xiaolong looked at the inn owner impassively, “If I remember correctly, I am the one who bought the remaining Origin Wine first.”
The inn owner was jolted back to reality at Huang Xiaolong’s voice, his throat felt itchy and dry as he hastened to answer Huang Xiaolong, “Yes, it was Young Noble who bought them.”
“So, what about now?” The gaze in Huang Xiaolong’s eyes sharpened.
Beads of sweat trickled down from the inn owner’s forehead. He blurted out, “They belong to Young Noble, all of them!”
“Go bring the five hundred jugs that I bought, now.” Huang Xiaolong reproached, no longer in the same amiable manner he showed earlier.
“Yes, yes, Young Noble, please wait a moment.” The inn owner quickly ran off, he had seen it just now, that tall giant man behind the Young Noble was most likely a Saint realm expert.
Merely a slave was a Saint realm expert?! The more he thought about it, the more frightened the inn owner became.
Watching the inn owner run away, Huang Xiaolong sneered.
Deities Templar?
After only a few breaths’ time, the inn owner returned with the five hundred jugs of Origin Wine that Huang Xiaolong had paid for.
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On another side, on the main seat of the Rising Sun City Castellan Manor’s hall sat an alluring woman clad in a pastel green dress. She was none other than Li Lu’s Master, Li Molin.
In the seat below her sat Yao Family’s Old Ancestor, Yao Shan and next to him was Yao Fei. Other than them, there were three other old men wearing Deities Templar’s Elder robe.
All six people were seated, but Rising Sun City’s Castellan, Wang Cong, dared not sit. He was bowing and smiling eagerly as he stood in the hall.
Wang Cong faced Li Molin with a flattering smile, “ Elder Li, and all Elders, our Rising Sun City’s Origin Wine is absolutely superior, I guarantee that Elders won’t be able to stop heaping praises after tasting it.”
However, Li Molin did not show much of an interest, “Really?” She pointed at the last chair at the end of the hall, “You sit too.”
“Yes, thank you Elder Li.” Wang Cong was overjoyed, moving swiftly to the chair at the end and sat down.
But, at this time, a Castellan Manor guard ran into the hall looking flustered. Wang Cong’s brows tightened as he snapped at the guard in a low, restrained voice, “What happened? Where’s the Origin Wine I ordered you to get?” This was one of the guards who followed Steward Chen out to the Smooth Voyage Inn.
The guard dropped to his knees in apprehension, wailing bitterly, “Castellan, Steward Chen was killed, and the Origin Wine we ordered was all forcefully bought away by someone else.”
“What?!” Wang Cong jumped up from his chair, nerves stretched taut.