Gourd of Douluo.

Chapter 664: High-end business wars are often plain and simple (VI)

The area of ​​the castle safe house is not small. It is a hidden floor between the basement and the first floor of the castle. It has a restaurant, a reception room, a bedroom and all the functional areas. It is enough to accommodate dozens of servants and bodyguards without appearing crowded.

Under the dim lights, a depressing atmosphere permeated the gorgeous and luxurious restaurant.

Count Ediot sat at the end of the long table, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, his eyes cold and sharp. His fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a dull sound, as if he was waiting for something.

In such a suffocating atmosphere, suddenly a crisp cracking sound broke the silence.

The exquisite porcelain tableware shattered into pieces on the ground. The maid's young face turned pale in an instant and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

The other maids quietly moved away from her.

The fingertips tapping the table stopped, and Count Edio's gaze slowly turned to her, like a devil taking off his human skin, with a cruel smile flashing in his eyes.

He put down his glass, stood up, and walked towards her slowly and heavily. The maid lowered her head, not daring to look him in the eye, and apologized in a trembling voice: "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean it..."

Count Ediot said nothing, but stared at her coldly. His fingers gently lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him. The maid's eyes were filled with fear, and tears wet her delicate face.

"Do you know the value of these tableware?" His voice was low and cold, as if it came from the depths of hell.

The maid's body trembled uncontrollably, and her voice was almost inaudible: "I... I don't know..."

A cruel smile appeared on Edio's lips, and his fingers suddenly tightened, pinching her chin. The maid groaned in pain, but did not dare to struggle.

"Of course you don't know. After all, your worthless life is only worth 10 gold soul coins in the black market, but the plate you broke is a unique piece worth 1340 gold soul coins." His voice suddenly rose, full of anger.

Before he finished speaking, the ring in his hand emitted a red light. He pulled out a sharp dagger from the soul guide and stabbed her chest without hesitation. The maid's eyes widened instantly, and she let out a shrill scream and fell to the ground. Blood gushed out from her chest, staining her white uniform red.

Still not satisfied, Edio pulled out his dagger and stabbed her again, once, twice, three times. Until the maid's chest turned into a pool of rotten meat, Edio let go and stood up.

Blood spread on the floor, and he looked at the body coldly, as if he was looking at an insignificant object.

"Clean it up." He turned and said to the maids standing beside him, his tone calm as if nothing had happened just now.

The maids acted quickly, dragging the bodies away and cleaning up the blood on the ground, their movements were skillful and concise.

Count Edio sat back in his chair, picked up the wine glass, and took a sip, as if nothing had happened.

The restaurant fell silent again, with only the lingering smell of blood lingering in the air, reminding people of the brutal scene that had just happened.

But the constant vibrations coming from underground made the earl's newly-formed good mood fall to the bottom again.

His eyes were fixed on the other end of the long table, on the man who had never stopped eating even though a brutal massacre was happening in front of him.

Judging from his appearance, the man was in his early thirties, with a head of golden hair as bright as the sun, smooth and shiny, as if every strand was bathed in the morning light.

He has a broad forehead with slightly raised brow bones, outlining a pair of blue eyes as deep as the sea, which reveal calmness and wisdom. His nose is high and his lines are elegant, like a carefully crafted work by a sculptor. He has an upright posture, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his every move exudes a charm that combines elegance and strength, as if he was born to be the focus of everyone.

Edio said somewhat dissatisfiedly: "Sonas, my friend, the guests are still waiting for me, but your men are too slow. You have to give me a definite time when we can get rid of those rats."

Hearing Count Ediot's question, the blond man called Sonas put down his silver fork, picked up the snow-white napkin and gently wiped the corners of his lips. His movements were smooth and calm, and his eyes, which had always been lowered, moved away from the plate. "Count, they are not my men. Everyone is equal under the glory of God."

After pointing out the mistake in Edio's sentence, Sonas paused before continuing, "You should have more confidence in them. Before they serve their sentences to atone for their sins, they are all sinners with a long history of crimes. It's hard to deal with two heretics who are at most Soul Saints."

Before he could finish his words, a roar came from under his feet. Unlike before, his keen intuition suddenly told him of the crisis of death. His face changed and his heartbeat almost jumped out of his chest. At this moment, his body was extremely tense, and his nervous system and physical potential were squeezed to the extreme.

The movements of the people around him began to slow down, and as a result his five senses became stronger. The roar that he could only faintly hear before now exploded in his ears, and a smell of sulfur surrounded his nose.

Edio stared blankly at what was happening in front of him - in just a blink of an eye, Sonas, who was sitting at the other end of the long table in the last second, appeared in front of him in the next second as if he had teleported, and his fingers were as hard as steel, tightly pinching his arm. Before he could cry out in pain, he had left the long table.

Then, a dazzling flame bloomed in front of him.

The ground beneath my feet kept shaking, and a deafening roar came from underground, like the roar of a giant beast, and the center of the restaurant was swallowed by hot magma.

The high temperature and kinetic energy penetrated the entire wall and even directly penetrated the ceiling. After about five seconds, the terrifying energy column gradually disappeared.

The edge of the hole was flowing like magma, charred metal and broken parts fell to the ground, steam and black smoke mixed together, groans and cries pulled Count Edio back from his dizziness.

Thick black smoke filled the entire restaurant, and the air was filled with a pungent sulphur smell that was suffocating.

A huge pit appeared in the middle of the hall. The surrounding soil was melted by the temperature and dripped with red liquid.

"Sonas! What's going on! Sonas?!" The sudden attack made Edio panic. The situation before him was obviously beyond his control.

Could it be that the Empire discovered that he was colluding with the Spirit Hall and sent people to settle accounts with him? !
Edio subconsciously looked at Sonas, hoping that the strongest man could protect him, but the other party didn't even look at him. His iron-like hand loosened, and Count Edio, who was being held like a chicken, fell to the ground immediately.

The high temperature coming from the floor made him almost jump up on the spot. In this enclosed area where the temperature kept rising, he would be roasted to death.

Before he could call for help, golden soul power burst out from Sonas' body, the thick smoke was swept away by the strong wind, the flowing lava solidified into crystals, and the temperature around it dropped suddenly.

Sonas walked straight to the edge of the pit and looked down.

At the very bottom of the sloping pit, there was a man in a black cloak, his face hidden in the shadow of the hood, and it was impossible to tell whether he was a man or a woman. He held up his right fist with an unextinguished flame.

What made Sonas' pupils shrink was the bright red sixth soul ring swirling around him. The cloaked man also noticed him, raised his head slightly, and revealed an overly young face from the shadows.

This face seemed to have been seen somewhere before. Sonas was stunned for a moment, wondering when such a young genius appeared in the Tiandou Empire.

At such an age, with such talent, and such good luck. A strong sense of jealousy suddenly welled up in my heart.

What a powerful outburst of emotion.

This was the first time that I had felt such a strong feeling of jealousy when I created the secret technique based on Nitia's mind-reading ability.

Wang Xiaofeng looked at the other person carefully and said uncertainly, "Are you Sonas? The judge who is known as the dawn of the empire?"

"I didn't expect that after more than 20 years, there are still people in the younger generation who remember me." Sonas jumped lightly and landed on the edge of the big pit on the underground second floor. His posture was elegant and impeccable.

"The Tiandou Library contains many books related to you. It's hard not to know about them."

Wang Xiaofeng shrugged, his tone a little sarcastic, "In all the books, you appear as a very decent person, and you are said to be a messenger of justice. But after meeting you in person, I regretted reading those books. I feel that I should use my precious time somewhere else instead of looking at toilet paper."

"Young man, don't be so aggressive. There should be no misunderstanding between us." Sonas chuckled, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

Wang Xiaofeng remained silent. This underground space was built like a maze, large and complex. The thick walls and metal partitions greatly reduced the accuracy of mental detection.

Even if he cleared the gaps between the floors, it would still take some time to locate Nitia. It would not be impossible to have a chat with this old antique and get some information.

Neither of them spoke, but there was no further action either, and the atmosphere on the field eased somewhat.

Sonas was not going to let Wang Xiaofeng go, but since this young man was able to point out his identity as soon as they met, it must be the information revealed by those criminals who could not withstand the torture. He didn't know how many things those criminals had said that they shouldn't have said, but no matter how much they knew, they must die here today.

He had to admit that he felt a slight threat from Wang Xiaofeng. If he fought with all his might, the aftermath of the battle would affect that idiot Ediot. He didn't have the energy to protect that idiot while fighting, so he had to buy time for that idiot to leave.

With both sides deliberately maintaining the depressing and tense atmosphere, it lasted for about half a minute, until Wang Xiaofeng locked onto Nitia's position and shared Ediot's location information with her through the mental power seed he had left in the other's sea of ​​consciousness in advance.

Wang Xiaofeng suddenly said, "I'm a little curious, is the Clear Sky Hammer as powerful as the legend says?"

Sonas's face suddenly darkened, but he still tried his best to remain elegant: "Why are you suddenly talking about the Haotian Sect?"

"More than 20 years ago, the Spirit Hall declared war on the Clear Sky Sect. In the same year, there was no news of you in the spirit master world. I don't believe that there is no connection between the two." Wang Xiaofeng touched his chin and said teasingly, "So I'll make a bold guess. You must have been frightened by the Clear Sky Sect."

Sonas was silent for a moment, then said expressionlessly, "If you were trying to irritate me, you did it."

He has been bathed in flowers and praise since he was born. The powerful suppression power of his martial soul with light attributes on evil attributes makes him be called the embodiment of justice and the nemesis of evil. And he did not disappoint the expectations of those around him. He reached the realm of Soul Douluo when he was in his early 40s and was hailed as the dawn of the empire.

Everyone believed that he would reach level 90 sooner or later, it was just a matter of time, and his title was determined in advance: Dawn.

Until that day, he was invited by his good friend to hunt a transformed 100,000-year-old soul beast.

Led by the contemporary Pope and two Titled Douluo-level elders, and supported by a dozen cardinals above level 70, this configuration is more than enough even for hunting the king of the Star Dou Great Forest: the Titan Giant Ape.

But this idea only lasted until the transformed soul beast woman committed suicide and offered the ring. The terrifying vitality instantly healed the seriously injured warrior. The silent and cold killing god domain crushed the angel domain in an instant, and the light domain that he was proud of was smashed to pieces by the opponent with a casual hammer.

The soul rings that kept exploding yet condensing, and the giant hammer that covered the sky and the sun, would occasionally appear in his dreams and wake him up.

That experience has become his inner demon, so until today, he has not been able to reach the title that should be within his reach.

Eight soul rings of yellow, purple, black and black rose from under Sonas' feet.

"Martial spirit, possessed."

A faint roar of beasts could be heard in the air, and countless golden particles condensed into entities from the void. In an instant, a dazzling golden light burst out from his body, and the dazzling light made Wang Xiaofeng subconsciously squint his eyes.

When the light faded, Sonas was wrapped in a set of gorgeous dark gold armor.

The entire armor was glowing with a sacred glow, the breastplate on the chest was like a small sun, the shoulder armor was carved with intricate cloud patterns, and every piece of armor was flashing a heart-pounding cold light.

The soul power began to circulate at high speed in Wang Xiaofeng's body.

The other party thought he was giving him the right to choose, but in fact, he had no chance to choose from the beginning.

The essence of business war is war. In war, the winner takes all and the loser eats dust.

Either you die or I die.

Feeling the hidden threat emanating from the other party, Wang Xiaofeng felt only excitement.

The optical brain deduced a bunch of self-created soul skills and soul power techniques, which can finally be used in actual combat.

It's like having a straight stick in your hand. It would be a shame not to swing it.

Sensing Wang Xiaofeng's fighting spirit, Sonas lowered his eyes and said, "It seems you have made your choice."

Sonas twisted his wrist, and there was a harsh sound of friction between metal and metal. "Young man, don't think that you are so arrogant just because you are lucky enough to absorb a 100,000-year spirit ring. Let me show you the abyss-like gap between a Soul Emperor and a Soul Douluo."

I haven't typed for a long time, I'll type a chapter for rehabilitation training