Two flowers bloom, each tells its own story.
Lin Zhan, to celebrate Zhang Lingxiu's pregnancy, was holding a grand banquet on divine territory, hosting various races from all heavens.
It truly showed Lin Shuai's influence. From all the races in the heavens, be they allies, neutral, or even hostile, they all came.
Especially since some races, who were relatively close to the divine race and hesitant to come, were personally greeted by Lin Shuai with an entire army.
For Lin Zhan's celebration to be held on divine territory – this was an act only Lin Zhan could pull off.
In an instant, before the eyes of all heavens, he had slapped the face of all races.
Lin Zhan raised his wine cup and toasted each table: "Thank you all for coming. Although this banquet was somewhat rushed, I am immensely grateful for your presence. Please eat and drink to your heart's content and have a wonderful time."
Then, Lin Zhan turned to a special table of guests and said, "Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend my banquet. After the feast, please stay for a couple more days and experience the Nine Divine Realms..."
"Brother, there are no longer Nine Divine Realms, only seven," the young Taoist tugged at Lin Zhan's sleeve, reminding him.
Lin Zhan froze. "Ah, that... that's my fault, entirely my fault. Then, everyone, please stay and experience the unique scenery of the Seven Divine Realms."
"Brother, brother, the Seven Divine Realms can't be experienced either. Four of them are in mourning. The four Half-Ancestors of the Underworld Mountain, Blue Sea, Goya, and Yejia Divine Realms were killed by us, your elders, the day before yesterday. They are no longer allowing outside visitors," the young Taoist said apologetically, looking at the nine special guests at the table.
Lin Zhan sighed, without any trace of remorse. "Well, that's my fault too. Come, come, everyone, please eat and drink. Let the nine commanders entertain you. You've all met before, and you're all friends now."
Lin Zhan nodded with a chuckle and walked away with the young Taoist. He vaguely heard He Dazhuang's warm greeting from behind:
"What are you looking at? Eat up. After you're done, send someone home to tell your father to deliver the ransom. If not, don't blame me for killing the hostage."
Listening to He Dazhuang's professional greeting, Lin Zhan couldn't help but nod and said to the young Taoist with emotion:
"Alas, it's not easy for the brothers. The dignified army commander has to moonlight as a waiter. Brother-in-law, go tell Dazhuang and the others that if there are any guests who are too stubborn and uncooperative, just kill the hostage..."
Lin Zhan, swaying, walked into a specially secured room. The Demon Prince, along with over a dozen Demon Arch-Emperor and Half-Ancestor level powerhouses, were exchanging unfriendly glares with a group of old ancestors from Da Shang.
"What are you looking at."
"Looking at you, so what?"
"Try looking again."
"I will, so what?"
"Mo Qing, I'm telling you, although Mo Shang died at Zi Ming's hands, if you used your brain, you'd believe it. Zi Ming had just been promoted to Arch-Emperor back then, and Mo Shang was a high-level Arch-Emperor. With such a huge gap, how could Zi Ming kill Mo Shang? Don't you suspect something fishy?" Zi Qi shouted at Mo Qing. Su Dan Novel Network
"I don't care about your 'fishy' business. If your Da Shang race doesn't take responsibility for Zi Ming, then you should resurrect my brother," Mo Qing shrugged dismissively.
"Go to hell! Did I show you too much kindness? Who do you think you are, acting like your father? If your father were here, I might show him some respect. But you, kid, stay far away from me!"
Lin Zhan looked bewilderedly at the group of old fogeys, each several thousand years old, from both sides.
What, have they become addicted to this? This doesn't seem like your usual behavior. Wouldn't you normally just fight it out directly? And then the big shots from both sides would lead their teams into a brawl.
The young Taoist, who had rushed back, was instantly affected by the aura of this group of professional old hooligans.
He directly picked up a brick and smashed it down on the Demon Prince's head.
"Clang!" Mo Xing, who hadn't even reacted, rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.
"Who else!" The young Taoist, full of spirit, with a brick in his left hand and a five-shot pistol in his right, shouted his most triumphant line to date in front of a crowd of Half-Ancestors and Arch-Emperors.
"This son-in-law is good! It was worth getting him. He really steps up when there's trouble." A group of Da Shang old ancestors laughed heartily, watching the spirited young Taoist.
A group of Demon powerhouses stared dumbfoundedly at the small, chubby figure standing in the middle.
Mo Qing, the Half-Ancestor and direct uncle of the Demon Prince, said with a troubled expression, "This little fatty seems to be Zhang Zhen's child, doesn't he?"
"Boss, it doesn't matter whose child he is. This little fellow is only nine years old. Can we still have the face to confront their family? If you blame anyone, blame our useless nephew," Mo Li, the third uncle of Mo Xing and an Arch-Emperor, said helplessly.
After all, their 160-year-old nephew, who was equivalent to an 18-year-old human, had been knocked out by a nine-year-old human fatty with a brick. This was not something that could be spread around.
When the young Taoist finally came to his senses, he was instantly embarrassed.
Damn it, aren't they all allies now? How did I knock out Xing Xing, the unlucky fellow, again?
He immediately said to Demon Language Arch-Emperor, who was Mo Xing's fourth uncle:
"Big brother, look at us, we're practically relatives. I didn't do it on purpose. How about this, I won't ask for a hush fee this time."
Then, he quickly grabbed one of the Demon Prince's legs and dragged him towards the exit.
With a "clang," the Demon Prince's head accidentally hit the doorframe again.
"Da Bai, stop watching the fun and hurry up and help!"
The young Taoist then shouted to Demon Language Arch-Emperor, "That big brother, our great-nephew's physique is too weak. If he marries, he might have infertility issues. I'll take him to a veterinarian...呸, to see a doctor."
Mo Qing, finally reacting, looked furiously at Mo Yu and said, "You scoundrel, you call him Big Brother? What about me and the third brother?"
"Big Brother, Big Brother, calm down, calm down. Family shame should not be publicized. Let's discuss important matters first, and we'll deal with the fourth brother when we get home," the third brother, Mo Li, quickly intervened.
Seeing that Mo Qing's anger had finally subsided, Mo Li spoke again, "Big Brother, don't get angry. Although our Xing'er's physique is a bit weak, these two children from Da Shang clearly aren't very bright. So, we can consider this a draw."
Mo Qing was about to nod when he realized, "Go to hell! You say these two Da Shang kids aren't bright, but how is it that our Xing'er always loses to them? Are you implying that our Xing'er's brain is worse than theirs?"