An arrogant and frivolous voice rang out in the venue. When the voice sounded, everyone present was horrified. Some guests who were closer to Murong Yun at the door were even frightened to the ground.
Because the voice came from Murong Yun.
Murong Yun's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked around frantically, but there was no one there. At this time, Murong Zhuo cast a hawk-like gaze at him.
"No...it wasn't me! Father, that's not what I said just now!"
"Of course it's not you." The arrogant voice sounded again, and then a terrifying scene appeared. Murong Yun's body turned into a double image, and Arrogance slowly walked out of his body.
"You! You you you..." Murong Yun was so scared that he almost peed on the spot. He hurriedly checked his body, fearing that the other party had done something to him.
He strolled leisurely and arrogantly, and the crowds dispersed wherever he passed. The silver smile on his face pierced deeply into Murong Zhuo's eyes, causing his pupils to shrink uncontrollably. As a silver-level third-rank transcendent, although he did not have to fight on his own on weekdays, he still had good eyesight. This kind of strange method was not under any of the known laws at all.
Teleport? Possession? Killing people from a distance? What kind of law is this?
"I'm getting a little bored after playing for so long. It's time to end this show." Arrogantly walked towards Murong Zhuo step by step. His condescending attitude even made Murong Zhuo's face gloomy.
Swish!
Murong Zhuo took the initiative and shot out several wind blades, blocking all directions around Ao Man. The sharp wind blades passed through Ao Man's body, but it was like passing through the air, without any effect at all.
The attack didn't work, but a sneer appeared on his lips, and his old eyes flashed with a light that saw through everything: "As I expected, your actions did not bring up the slightest wind, and you were able to ignore my [Wind Dance Spirit Blade]. If I am right, this is not your true body at all.
Humph! It's just an illusion!"
The old nobleman finally discovered the clue. All his laws were related to the wind. As long as he listened carefully, he would naturally notice that every move of Arrogance did not bring up the slightest wind.
The wind is everywhere. Whether you are walking, making sounds with your throat vibrating, or even your hair shaking, it will bring up the wind. This is difficult for ordinary people to detect, but it is not difficult for Murong Zhuo.
He hadn't noticed it before because people are used to perceiving with their eyes, and his entire mind had long been disturbed by the Golden Eye.
The arrogant man whose true identity was revealed was still arrogant, and his voice became more and more teasing: "So you are used to calling things that you can't understand illusions?
It seems I have to take some real action.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire banquet hall suddenly flickered frequently, as if the circuit was disturbed by some kind of interference and had poor contact. The arrogant figure was looming, like a ghost, and the silver smiling mask on his face seemed to come alive at this moment, and the sneer at the corners of his mouth became more and more intense.
Suddenly, a low and ancient whisper sounded in the air, as if it was pouring out from the dark abyss. It was an incomprehensible whisper full of chaos and madness, a serious provocation to human reason.
“Ah! Ah!!”
“Ahhhh!”
Screams continued to ring out, and some ordinary people in the field became crazy, collapsed to the ground in pain, their bodies constantly struggling, and their mumblings were like slender fingers scratching their eardrums.
The shadow under Pride's feet bloomed and twisted like a kaleidoscope, splitting into ten in the blink of an eye and surrounding him. The shadows dispersed, and countless tiny runes moving like tadpoles covered the entire banquet hall in the twisting.
Murong Zhuo's face suddenly changed, and he suddenly doubted his own judgment. This horrible mumbling voice obviously carried some evil power and did not seem like an illusion.
This is certainly not an illusion, but the whispering of the snake god simulated by Su Mu using [Silent Sounds of Nature]. Although it has a shape but no spirit, it is more than enough to influence some ordinary people.
"Murong Zhuo, I... sentence you to death."
Amidst the strange mumbling, an arrogant voice sounded like a judgment from God, and the tone was filled with indifference and arrogance.
The next moment, Ao Man slowly raised his arm and gently waved it towards Murong Zhuo who was still several meters away, and the flashing lights happened to go out.
[Flowers bloom in an instant]!
Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and everyone stood there motionless as if time had stopped, and those who fell to the ground and screamed were no longer able to make any sound.
Arrogant still kept his hand raised, the fear on Murong Zhuo's face had already solidified, and the same was true of the fear on the faces of the others.
But if you look closely, it is not that time has stood still at all. People are still moving, but their movements have become extremely slow. Facing the arrogant action, Murong Zhuo's old eyebrows wrinkled at the speed of a turtle.
At this time, Nangong Mengli in the crowd moved. She walked out of her body as if her soul had left her body. Another identical version of her remained in the same place, maintaining the original movements.
The girl there was an illusion created by Su Mu in advance.
The real Nangong Mengli had cold eyes, and her body seemed to be under tremendous pressure, trembling as she moved forward. Her speed was not fast, but compared to the movements of others who were countless times slower, her speed was already so fast that the human eye could not form an image on the retina.
She walked step by step, her body shrouded in darkness, and soon she walked behind Pride. She continued to move forward, her figure gradually overlapping with Pride, and then she walked out of Pride's body as if passing through a mold and came in front of Murong Zhuo.
Murong Zhuo finally reacted. The fear and shock on his face took shape at an incredibly slow speed. The pupils in his eyes began to shrink. He seemed to realize something and raised his right hand little by little.
Watching the other party's movements that seemed to be slowed down ten times, Nangong Mengli showed a cold smile: "Go to hell, Murong Zhuo!"
Swish!
A cold light flashed. It was the mithril dagger in Nangong Mengli's hand. She used all her strength in this attack, carrying twenty years of hatred, and slashed Murong Zhuo's neck without any hindrance.
A thin line of blood appeared, exposing the throat, cervical vertebrae, and blood inside...
The blood spurted out, creeping into the air bit by bit.
After doing all this, Nangong Mengli seemed to be exhausted, her face turned pale, and she forced herself to return to her original position, but her expression was extremely relaxed, as if she had unloaded a heavy burden.
The moment she returned to her place, time flowed normally again.
The strobe lights flashed brightly, illuminating the horrifying scene before them.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the arrogant hand slowly dropped, and at the same time, a blood line appeared on Murong Zhuo's neck, and that blood line expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, sizzling...
Blood gushed out wildly, Murong Zhuo's head began to shift, and finally... bang!
Fall to the ground!
The whole place was in dead silence in an instant!
Murong Zhuo...is dead!
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