The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 461

The thick walls made of various composite materials are as strong as steel, but in front of a strong man who can destroy a city and an army, they are no different from a fragile piece of paper.

However, amidst the flying ash and debris, a terrifying wave suddenly arose.

A dark beam of light suddenly shot out at an indescribable speed, crossing the void in a flash, hitting Zhu Mingyao's chest, and passing through his spine!

The spiritual official armor paved with golden light collapsed as a whole, the Dingjia Great Curse surrounded by black and white mysterious light suddenly opened, and the Huangting True Qi as clear as cloud and water dissolved and dissipated...

All the means of self-defense were shattered in an instant, and could not stop it at all.

The frail old man in a neat black tuxedo suppressed his frightened expression and pulled his arm out from behind. In his palm, an ancient spell scroll was slowly turning into ashes.

Even most of the staff of the mysterious club don't know that he is the best master on the island.

Who could have expected that the personal butler who had always been with the distinguished guests to handle chores would actually be the last line of defense to protect the bosses?
Faced with the sudden comeback, Zhu Mingyao's face did not show any shock, anger or pain.

He maintained a calm and composed demeanor, with even a hint of appreciation on the corner of his mouth, and calmly lowered his head to examine the huge and exaggerated wound.

A deep black hole with extremely smooth edges lurks quietly. The terrifying aura emanating from it is enough to annihilate everything and mercilessly tear apart the flesh and soul of everyone who approaches.

The constantly peeled-off body fragments were as fine as the yellow sand of the Gobi Desert, mixed in a black and red interweaving track, winding out from behind him, penetrating straight through the thick strata and rushing straight into the sky.

"It's really powerful... Even an ordinary Scepter-level warrior would be either dead or crippled if hit by one of these spells, right? What kind of spell is this?"

The voice of praise did not come from his mouth, but came from the side.

Zhu Mingyao released a wisp of dazzling silver-white Gengjin sword energy, and looked at the black-clothed butler who was pierced through the heart by a sword and slowly fell to the ground. He asked curiously, and at the place where he originally stood, the figure turned into its original paper man form with a whoosh.

Even a lion will use all its strength to fight a rabbit. He is not a boss in a young manga, so how could he make the low-level mistake of looking down on a seemingly weak enemy and being arrogant and reckless?
"The gaze of the goddess of vengeance..."

The black-robed wizard struggled to move his lips, which had quickly lost their color, and uttered a vague word with difficulty. His tone was relieved but with a hint of unwillingness.

"What a nice name! It sounds like a rare and top-quality product. No wonder it almost cost me my life." Zhu Mingyao gave a thumbs up with a sincere smile on his face.

"What's so great about this little thing?" A dry and old voice took over the conversation.

The old man with dark spots all over his face smoothed his messy white hair that had been messed up during his escape, and his expression was calm and composed.

“Times have changed, and secular wealth and power now play a much greater role than people imagine.

Even if it is a sacred artifact that was unattainable for mortals in ancient times, for us who control a superpower, we only need to pay a little price to turn it into a collection in the display room. "

He spoke eloquently and with dignity. If it weren't for his two hairy, skinny legs shaking slightly under his beltless nightgown, he would have looked like he was giving a grand speech at a press conference.

"Of course, human humility and contentment have always been a virtue. As intelligent and wise gentlemen, we are willing to share such endless resources with our 'powerful' friends. What do you think?"

The tone was polite, extremely humble and gentle, but the meaning of the words was extremely clear.

"Heh." Zhu Mingyao raised his hand with a smile, pointing at the black-robed wizard who died with regret on his face.

"Like him?"

"People's values ​​are naturally different." Seeing that his attitude seemed to be somewhat relaxed, the old man quickly added.

"You have proven your worth, and you deserve to sit at the table with us."

He patiently said, "From worldly wealth and power to any rare treasures and resources that increase extraordinary power. Even the 'those' you just saw..."

The old man showed an ambiguous smile as his purple tongue rolled. "Any race, any age, any appearance, any way of playing as you like... you can even customize it at will. Don't worry about the loss. We will build a small private kingdom for you and supply new toys at any time. Just like this island, you are the eternal God in it!"

"It sounds a bit too cruel." Zhu Mingyao scratched his chin lightly, looking a little conflicted.

"Please give up those unnecessary sense of responsibility! The essence of the world is a huge dining table. Some people sit at the table with knives and forks, while some people are destined to lie on the table." The old man shouted while the iron was hot, with a burning light flashing in his eyes.

"You have all the qualities to be the former. You can hold the whole world in your palm with just a stretch of your hand. Why let those outdated moral concepts constrain yourself?"

He contemptuously took off the platinum cross from around his neck and threw it on the ground as if it were a piece of trash.

"You should know that God and the gods, heaven and hell have long since left this world. The strong of mankind should take over the scepter to rule over everything, like us... like you!"

Several companions around the old man nodded at the same time, their expressions were sincere and friendly. They were indeed not lying, but sincerely wanted to win over the young man in front of them.

What to do if an enemy appears on the path of life? Then buy him off. As long as the problem can be solved by exchanging benefits, it is not a problem! This is their principle of action that always succeeds.

Among those extraordinary people who played for the club, there were some individuals who were quite stubborn in their conscience, but they all fell under the endless sugar-coated bullets.

"Crack! Crack!"

Crisp applause rang out, and Zhu Mingyao clapped twice in appreciation, sighing slowly.

"It is indeed a very tempting proposal..."

Everyone showed a hint of joy and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. However, the next sudden turn of words plunged their hearts into an icy cold ocean.

"I reject!"

"Why?" The old man was stunned at first, then he yelled madly.

"Because..." Zhu Mingyao's eyes revealed a trace of nostalgia.

“When I was a kid, a superhero with an iron rod told me that there is another choice in this world besides eating or being eaten.

That is... people who eat humans are not allowed to live in this world!"

"What a ridiculous reason!" A noble woman couldn't help but scream, waving her arms in frustration.

"Stupid guy! Do you know who we are? Do you know what the consequences will be if something happens to us?"

"You are the stupid ones." Zhu Mingyao looked at me with pity, and there was no warmth in his tone.

"Those in high positions always think they are indispensable, and this has always been the case."

Short stick-like objects of various materials and sizes emerged from the darkness, adding a sense of humor and playfulness to the serious scene. He chuckled mischievously:
"Let's talk about something happy. You have prepared a lot of tools. As a hospice, you can now choose one for yourself... um, a batch!"

The white-haired old man trembled all over, trying to make a final dying struggle. "Young man, don't be confused. No matter how strong your personal ability is, you can't withstand the rage of the Federation... Woo!"

A black, hard, spiral protrusion penetrated his throat precisely, choking him and causing him to roll his eyes.

"You are wrong again." Zhu Mingyao shook his head in disdain and gestured behind him. The figure of the Yaksha ghost general with dark gold flowing around emerged, holding a pile of hard drives and CDs.

"It's time to show you what the vast ocean of the masses of people is like in the Internet age!"

(End of this chapter)