The black tuxedo was tailored to fit his body perfectly, outlining his slender lines. He wore a black gentleman's hat on his head and white gloves on his hands, as if he had never been stained by the dust of the world.
The most eye-catching thing is the silver-white mask on his face. The mask is an arrogant smile, with a slightly upward angle carrying a hint of disdain, laughing at everyone equally. The eye area is hollowed out, revealing a pair of deep and mysterious eyes. The arrogance in the eyes is exactly the same as the smile of the silver-white mask, making people dare not look directly at it.
The moment they saw this man, these upper-class guests even had an illusion, as if the man in front of them was a true aristocrat, and they were just monkeys in disguise.
"Where is my golden eye!!" Murong Zhuo's furious voice shook the entire audience. Veins bulged on his old face and his eyes revealed unimaginable anger.
Only then did everyone realize that what Murong Zhuo was holding in his hand was not the Golden Eye at all, but a emerald green and crystal grape.
Suddenly, a bright golden light appeared in the masked man's hand, and a bright golden eyeball was lying quietly on the white gloves.
Under the silver-white smiling mask, a slow voice came out: "Wrong, it's mine."
"Looking for death!" Murong Zhuo shouted loudly, and the air in front of him suddenly twisted. A highly compressed wind blade shot out, carrying countless tiny white air currents, attacking the masked man.
Silver Law [Dancing Wind Blade]!
Swish!
The masked man's body was torn apart by the wind blade. The terrifying wind blade's force continued unabated and even penetrated the wall and glass behind the masked man, leaving a smooth crack on the wall.
Since this is a high-rise building, when the wall cracked, the cold wind from the sky immediately poured into the banquet hall, bringing a slight chill.
Just when everyone thought that the masked man was dead, they saw that there was no blood flowing out of his broken body. Instead, the body began to fade, and finally became completely transparent and disappeared.
"What!?" Murong Zhuo's face was extremely gloomy, and his hawk-like eyes scanned around. He would never allow the Golden Eye to be taken away by anyone.
Murong Zhuo's women and Qian Zihao all had different thoughts. When they saw someone snatch the Golden Eye away, they actually felt relieved because they didn't want Murong Zhuo to get the Golden Eye.
Qian Zihao was there because of the engagement, while several of the children were there because of the issue of succession, especially the eldest son Murong Yun. He wanted Murong Zhuo to die quickly the most. As long as he didn't have the Golden Eye, Murong Zhuo would not live for a few more years, and by then he would be the rightful heir.
At this moment, the sharp-eyed Murong Zhuo suddenly noticed a dark shadow flashing through the window outside. A cold light flashed in his eyes: "Want to escape?"
Swish!
A gust of wind suddenly burst out from him, and his luxurious robe fluttered in the wind. He seemed to have turned into a gust of wind and disappeared on the spot.
There was a loud explosion in the air, and the exquisite snacks at the banquet and even some of the guests who were nearby were blown to the ground by the strong wind.
Bang!
The window suddenly exploded, and the whirlwind-like figure plunged through the window. You have to know that this is the 68th floor!
The Silver Law [Speed of Wind Shadow] gave Murong Zhuo the speed of a hurricane, and could even allow him to fly in the wind for a short period of time. The height of 68 floors was as easy as walking on flat ground for him.
Murong Zhuo disappeared from everyone's sight. The guests looked at each other in bewilderment. No one could have imagined that such a thing would happen at a banquet.
At this time, the eldest son Murong Yun stood up. As the eldest son of the Murong family, he had to step forward and take charge of the situation.
"Everyone, this time..."
As soon as he opened his mouth, screams suddenly broke out in the crowd. Murong Yun frowned and looked at the screaming people in the crowd, only to find that their eyes were all filled with extreme fear, staring at him intently.
"Heh." A light laugh sounded behind him.
Murong Yun's pupils suddenly contracted and his scalp exploded. When!?
Without any hesitation, he activated [Wind Shadow Speed] and rushed away.
After he had distanced himself from them, he noticed that a man wearing a silver mask was standing there, staring at him with interest.
That arrogant look made Murong Yun both shocked and angry. There was no verbal exchange between the two sides. He started with [Wind Dance Spirit Blade]. As the eldest son of the Murong family, he had top-notch talent and resources, and had already been ranked among the second-level Silver.
Except for the Murong family's strongest [Eye of the Storm], which he has not yet comprehended, he believes that he is no worse than Murong Zhuo in the other two silver laws.
But he soon realized the gap. The highly compressed wind blade attacked the masked man with the power to tear everything apart, but the next second, the masked man's figure disappeared like a ghost.
Murong Yun was shocked. He didn't expect that the other party's speed was faster than his. He couldn't even see the other party's movement trajectory clearly.
At this time, the same chuckle sounded again behind Murong Yun: "You can't even touch the corner of my clothes? It seems... you are far worse than your father."
Swish!
As if reacting to the pressure, Murong Yun swung a wind blade fiercely behind him, but the result... did not hit the masked man, and the wind blade hit the crowd instead.
"Ah!!" Several screams and cries echoed throughout the venue.
Five well-dressed guests were cut in half by the wind blade, with blood and intestines spilling all over the ground.
Most of these guests are ordinary people, and extraordinary people are a minority after all.
The crowd was in an uproar. This group of upper-class people completely tore off their elegant and noble disguises, were scared to death, and ran towards the gate like crazy. Among them was Qian Zihao.
Qian Zihao valued his life very much. He could never have imagined that there would be someone in the world who dared to cause trouble at a noble banquet. If he had known this earlier, he would have brought bodyguards with him.
This masked man even fooled the head of Murong family. He is at least Silver 3. If such a strong man starts a war, the entire Platinum Hotel will collapse. He has endless money and does not want to die here.
But the next second, a man in a tuxedo and a silver-white smiling mask appeared again. He seemed like the host of the banquet, standing on the high platform, and the cold and arrogant smiling face on the mask caught everyone's eyes.
He said calmly to the crowd trying to escape: "Friendly reminder, this road is blocked."
But the people who had already been frightened were not going to listen to his advice. A middle-aged man who was closest to the door pushed it open frantically. The corridor was dark and silent, without any light.
He rushed into the darkness like a madman, but just as he took the first step out of the door, plop!
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