Chapter 827 I Am Not Going to Stop, So What? (1/2)
Chapter 827: I Am Not Going to Stop, So What?
Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
”I am going to kill you!” The royal shura was embarrassed, and his rage was inflamed. He looked as if he was preparing to attack Han Sen again.
”Please, try to preserve whatever remains of your dignity.” The demi-god now stood in front of Han Sen with the presence of a mountain. With a look as cold as ice, he spoke to the royal shura.
”How dare you kill our royal representative! We shura will not allow such a slight to slide.” This was the human Alliance, a stronghold where countless humans lived. The royal shura's anger had overwhelmed him, and in a place such as this, where he was unable to let loose his violence, all he could do was shout in spite.
”Please, do not forget it was you who requested peace with us. We did not present you with the idea for a truce. If you choose not to abide to the terms of the treaty we established in our discussions, it is no skin off our nose,” the demi-god spoke aloud, his response fierce.
All the other shura looked on, unable to say a word.
”Han Sen, follow me in our return. Let us continue the feast.” The demi-god held onto Han Sen's hand and led him towards the lobby, uncaring for how ill the shura were looking.
”Yep, let's celebrate! No one can leave without getting drunk!” Tang Zhenliu shouted out, as he tugged Lin Feng to follow in the same direction.
All the young humans left towards the lobby with great joy, while the shura grumbled angrily amongst themselves.
”Not bad. This kid is even more amazing than Luo Haitang. He didn't learn the Falsified-Sky Sutra, and actually used Sonic-Thunder Punch to kill Yu Qielan... Haha! This truly is impressive. It is amazing! I would love to see the look on Luo Haitang's face right now... A member of the Luo family has turned away from learning their Falsified-Sky Sutra... Hahahaha!” The old man was laughing so hard, tears began to roll.
The middle-aged man, by comparison, was frozen. He had followed this man for forty years and had never once seen him laugh in such a manner.
”This kid is really good, Little Zhong. I would like to meet him; can you sort that out for me?” The old man had managed to stop laughing, but he was still grinning from ear to ear.
”Yes, of course, teacher.” Wen Zhong was shocked, as the old man had never requested an audience with someone before. Even if a noble from the Alliance came to visit him, he didn't spare the time of day to see them. Now, not only did he want to meet Han Sen, he was willing to go out and pay him a visit himself.
Luo Haitang wore a complicated grimace as he sat there in silence. He gazed into the paused video with eyes that did not blink.
Luo Li stood in the corner of the room, not willing to speak a single word. She even breathed as gently as she could, not wishing to disturb or rouse the ire of Luo Haitang. She had not seen him in such a state for many years. The last time he appeared like this, he went to a spirit shelter and battled for four days straight in a bid to conquer it.
”Why did he not learn the Falsified-Sky Sutra?” After the long silence, Luo Haitang broke it with this simple sentence, in a voice that trembled with depression.
”Old Han, good job! I have never given you the admiration you deserve before, but this time I do. This time I really, really do! Here, I am going to drink in your honor. Cheers!” Tang Zhenliu, devoid of all manners, picked up two cups and filled them both up with wine. He presented one cup to Han Sen and lifted one cup to his own lips. Quickly, he gulped it down and shouted, ”Awesome! Never since leaving the battlegrounds have I felt so awesome. Awesome, yep, awesome.”
If this was an average feast, Tang Zhenliu would have been thrown out on his backside by now already. But today, the higher-ups did not care, and allowed him to be as big a clown as he desired.