Chapter 180: Don

"Last one, Long Aotian… bro, your name's asking for a beating; I suggest you buy a rename card and change it."

Hearing Wu Wang's sarcasm.

A short, chubby boy in the corner stood up, scratching his head with an embarrassed expression.

"Yan Daxiao, I want to change it too, but this Spirit Catastrophe game doesn't even have rename cards!"

"I picked a random name when I created my account and didn't pay attention."

"Here's my debt."

"Boss, rest assured—we know our limits." The other three could no longer contain their excitement, each taking up their weapons and eager to begin refining them; these Imperial-class divine weapons weren't like Sacred Artifacts—Bai Yunfei and the others had the strength to refine them, though it would consume some Qi.

Tu Xicai and Song Ao Xing entered the cabin and bowed to Lin Xi, who said, "Sit down," then casually removed the brown pheasant-feather gold crown with white pearls from his head.

Within the space, a massive magical array gradually appeared—clearly a teleportation spell.

Qian Dao Xinyin faintly felt that this child, like the one from years ago, always smiled that way and always understood the villains.

Ni Hu Lu Fei kept pushing herself backward with her hands, trying to hide, but Qing Ling's gaze never left her, leaving her nowhere to flee.

But the surrounding students had already gathered, whispering among themselves; after hearing Mei Jia Ying Sha's words, they began pointing and gossiping about Qian Dao Huyah even more bewilderedly.

Not daring to waste time, Mu Chen seized the chance to find a relatively stable space, had Bao Bao and Pi Pi guard it, and began intensely contemplating.

He was already very popular, but because he always kept a cold face and radiated a dangerous aura, no one dared approach him.

Immediately, the others turned, and before their eyes appeared over twenty physical education students, led by the young man Chen Lei had just kicked down.

Some of the concubines were reluctant to leave like this, but seeing the others remain still, they lacked the courage to say anything and withdrew one by one.

Because so-called demon god incarnations are nothing more than illusions of the demon god itself.

He pulled out a cigarette, as if plunged back into memory; suddenly, his thin, cold lips lifted slightly, revealing something that might be called a smile.

"Fine, since you're so unwilling, let's part ways—roads stretch wide, each goes his own way, and we'll never cross paths again!" Lin Xinyi's face darkened as she spoke angrily, her eyes brimming with killing intent.

Fortunately, his reaction was swift; he had remained calm throughout. The demon race youth didn't flinch and immediately turned, waving his hands in the air, attempting to counter with a grappling technique.

"Elder, I have yet to properly thank you for saving my life—I…" He bowed deeply with clasped fists, earnestly expressing his gratitude, but before Xiao Mingxin had finished speaking, Du Kunyi smiled and waved his hand, signaling him not to be so formal.

Artificial Demon—this was Lao Wotere's hope, and Wilbur perfectly fulfilled his ideal; that child seemed to possess divine wisdom, effortlessly learning any spell, despite being merely a newborn.

"Tiger Roar Shakes Heaven and Earth!" A mighty tiger surged forward with unmatched spiritual power, shattering the array outright—this was a high-level martial art Xiao Mingxin had seized years ago from Shen Peng Clan prodigy Zhao Xuan; its offensive power was no weaker than the Qianlongzhang.

"This doesn't seem right—are you joking?" Qin Hao rubbed his forehead, looking pained.

She pressed the fruit knife against Lu Xiaohua's stomach, but Lu Xiaohua didn't cry like Yang Ruolin, turning into a ghost of tears; she frowned—she was afraid, but not to the extent Yang Ruolin was of dying.