Chapter 273: Teasing

Ma Luofu knows today cannot be taken lightly, but that's fine; he also refuses to stop here.

He has devoted thirty years of his life to this half‑plane; how could he simply surrender it?

"Great dragon, vile and cunning dragon, your power will not make Ma Luofu yield here," Ma Luofu thought.

He grew cold, his hand behind his back swayed imperceptibly, but his subordinates, honed by years of training, instantly read the leader's intent.

Ma Luofu raised a flattering smile, about to speak, when Naimi Xisi lazily interrupted him; the dragon's tail brushed the ground, stirring a light breeze.

"Let me guess, are you planning to use those twenty‑three poisoned daggers, or the hidden weapons in your sleeves?"

Ma Luofu's pupils narrowed slightly. Naimi Xisi looked at his surprised expression with satisfaction and continued, "Oh, by the way, you have a dart laced with violet mushroom toxin hidden in your right sleeve, and three paralytic needles in your left boot. As for the others—" he elongated the tone, "the second person from the left in the third row, your poison vial is leaking."

The shadow assassin hurriedly looked down, only to find nothing. In that instant, Naimi Xisi gently exhaled; the stone slab beneath the assassin turned into thick honey, trapping him firmly.

"You!" Ma Luofu roared, his form vanishing instantly. Naimi Xisi recognized that he had activated Shadow Leap, but for a Juan Ce Long well‑versed in prophetic magic, it was meaningless.

"Left," Naimi Xisi said without turning, a bolt of lightning cracking the air to his left. Ma Luofu staggered as his form reappeared, his hair standing on end.

"Impossible!" he gritted his teeth.

"There's nothing impossible." Naimi Xisi curled a smile, his eyes flashing dim yellow: "Let me see. Ah, the one in the second row wearing a red‑thread wristband, preparing to throw a dart at me, another... hmm, clever, planning to reap the credit and wait to strike the fatal blow—"

Before the sentence finished, the dart sliced through the air. Naimi Xisi lightly flicked a claw; unseen telekinetic force bent the dart mid‑flight, pinning a attempting shadow assassin to the wall. The remaining shadow assassins stared at each other, daring not to move.

"Do you know?" Naimi Xisi said leisurely, "Your thoughts before me are like a prostitute who has stripped, available for my gaze at will."

Ma Luofu was shocked; the first thought that sprang to mind was 'impossible'—how could such a powerful mind‑control art exist, capable of monitoring the inner thoughts of over twenty powerful professionals at any time, anywhere? Absolutely impossible!

Naimi Xisi chuckled inwardly; the Wanderer's will is the weakest among the many professions, and these shadow assassins' levels do not exceed Naimi Xisi's, so before Mind Power they are indeed helpless.

Were it not for Juan Ce Long's malicious desire to tease them, these shadow assassins would likely have become his puppets instantly, blades aimed at the former consul.

Conversely, Ma Luofu, a pseudo‑Legendary at the pinnacle of mortal achievement, does not have thoughts so easily grasped; Mind Power can indeed observe his mind, but not monitor it so effortlessly in real time.

The betrayal of Ma Luofu was nothing more than a simple True Knowledge Technique.

His flawlessly executed Shadow Leap, in Naimi Xisi's eyes, was merely a clumsy ruse.

The massive silver dragon claw lightly tapped the void; a low chant in dragon language sent wave after wave of ripples through the air, a dense aura of evil resonated, and everyone's complexion changed instantly. Seven Ring Conjuration spell—Level 7 Monster Summoning!

A blue portal materialized in the void, black‑red light spilling from it, an extremely evil force spreading through the air; even the assassins accustomed to shadow energy turned pale.

Soon, one after another, huge, muscular, humanoid toads leapt from the portal, limbs planted, mouths gaping wide, revealing rows of terrifying fangs.

"Is this… a Berserker Demon?!" Ma Luofu's face turned ashen.

Twenty of them, comparable to level‑14 professionals, the Berserker Demons with regeneration surpassing that of Warriors, were summoned by the dragon. It was simply unbelievable!

From afar, Xia Nai stared in disbelief; she knew very well that Monster Summoning Technique only summons a single creature at a time, and the summoned creature is usually far below the spell's level.

A level‑14 Berserker Demon normally requires a Level‑9 Monster Summoning to command!

In fact, Monster Summoning is rather lackluster, but in Naimi Xisi's hands, a power gem greatly amplified the spell's strength; while a normal Level‑7 Monster Summoning can only call forth a level‑10 or even level‑9 creature, Naimi Xisi can summon a monster matching the spell's level, a level‑14 beast!

"Meat, meat." The Berserker Demons stared greedily at everyone; they are merely mindless projections of abyssal demons, acting on instinct and the Spellcaster's commands.

Ma Luofu's face remained expressionless, but his mind raced to devise a response to the current situation.

The Berserker Demons possess tremendous strength and terrifying durability, making them a severe counter to the agile shadow assassins. His own twenty‑plus subordinates would likely be hampered by these demons, leaving the dragon to handle it alone.

Ma Luofu gazed at the massive dragon outside the temple, its wind‑light clouds, and for the first time felt a desire to abandon everything. Though his obsession with obtaining the half‑plane had clouded his mind, it did not mean he believed he could defeat single‑handedly a silver dragon larger than an ancient phantom dragon!

"Tsk tsk, your opponent isn't me," Naimi Xisi chuckled, the dim yellow light in his eyes flaring.

The massive Mind Power swept the field instantly; the over twenty shadow assassins, none exceeding level‑14, had their gazes turn hollow, then a moment later their spirits revived.

The difference was that once their senses returned, all their eyes fixed on Ma Luofu.

!

"Go," Naimi Xisi lazily commanded; afterimages streaked through the air, rushing toward Ma Luofu, but it was not the Berserker Demons that moved.

It was the shadow assassins themselves.

Ma Luofu's hair stood on end in an instant, his soul trembling; he could not believe what he saw—what demonic art had the dragon used to instantly control all his twenty‑plus subordinates?

The assassins' bodies merged into the darkness and vanished, then reappeared like ghosts, cold light flashing in their eyes. Simultaneously, twenty level‑14 Berserker Demons roared in from all directions, their iron‑like muscles and frost‑glinting claws lashing at Ma Luofu.

Ma Luofu reacted swiftly; the dagger in his hand shot out like a venomous snake, striking several assassins with precision. He rolled agilely, evading the Berserker Demons' ferocious lunges, then immediately activated Shadow Leap, merging into the darkness.

(End of Chapter)