CHAPTER 349: CHAPTER 300: DING XIAOLAN’S TROUBLE_2

Yang Qizhou felt perplexed and asked, "Did your game character snatch some valuable item from them right in front of their eyes?"

"No way, my game character only just started doing quests and is still in the stage of searching for clues. Forget high-level magical items, I haven’t even seen the tiniest scrap of material yet... Brother Qizhou, why are you asking me that?" Ding Xiaolan tilted her head, her face full of confusion.

No benefits at all—merely because of a war of words—those three Deceit World players were willing to risk being hunted down by the Deceit Bureau just to seek revenge?

It’s not like it’s some childish game of make-believe. No matter how you look at it, something about this seems off.

Yang Qizhou narrowed his eyes, watching the three who had expressionless faces—neither anger nor hostility evident—calm as if simply performing assembly-line tasks. He began to form suspicions about the true nature of the situation.

Yang Qizhou said, "I think that the reason they’re coming after you might not only be for revenge. There could be other motives we’re unaware of."

"What motives?" Ding Xiaolan looked utterly bewildered. After all, she was just a seven-year-old child—not privy to the complexities of adult schemes.

"Why not ask them directly?"

After saying this, Yang Qizhou gestured for Ding Xiaolan to stay upstairs. Then, he jumped out through the window and landed on the ground steadily.

The gaze of the three players followed his descending figure and ultimately settled on him. Their previously expressionless faces slightly shifted, their brows unconsciously furrowing.

"I must admit, this twilight is quite marvelous. Its effects are likely from some magical item, capable of briefly isolating the surrounding area from the real world. You’ve certainly gone to great lengths over a petty war of words." Yang Qizhou spoke in a relaxed tone.

As a Wizard who shepherded four ’deities,’ the owner of numerous legendary magical items, he truly didn’t take these three seriously.

He only paid extra attention to the middle-aged man who was nearly two meters tall and resembled a miniature giant. It wasn’t because the player himself was particularly remarkable, but rather because he thought of ’King of Giant Gods’ Okas and suspected there might be some ties to the ’Giant God’s Disciple.’

The young man dressed in a casual T-shirt spoke with a tone that brooked no argument, "So you’re the Saint of Mysterious Town?"

Suddenly, Yang Qizhou sensed an irresistibility on a mystical level, as if facing a monarch whose words and actions compelled submission. To defy would be the height of disrespect.

This power was horrifying for ordinary people, capable even of forming psychological suggestions. When encountered again, one would naturally abide by the commands out of subconscious reverence. Even Deceit World players would struggle to resist this force unless they had exceptionally strong methods.

"Psychological suggestion? No, not quite. It feels closer to mystical-level compulsion with ties to ’authority.’"

Yang Qizhou, however, remained at ease, even casually analyzing the nature of the force. As for the man’s question... Ha, answer just because he asked? Who did he think he was?

The young man in the casual T-shirt noticed the smirk gradually forming on Yang Qizhou’s lips instead of the intended response, and his expression instantly turned serious. He spoke in a heavy tone, "Wang Ya, bestow your support."

"Understood," the woman replied.

She acted without hesitation, spreading her hands.

A milky-white glow exploded outward, brimming with life energy. It fused into the young man’s body as he retrieved a staff studded with gemstones. His demeanor grew even more imposing, a grand and ethereal voice resonating.

"Kneel... down."

Crash.

The entire building enveloped by the frozen twilight was affected. Though most residents had gone to work, a few still remained—as shut-ins—and they all crashed to their knees.

Ding Xiaolan fell victim to this as well, her face full of struggle, fiercely resisting the commanding voice, but her knees were already uncontrollably descending.

At that moment, a force of Iron Blood surged, shrouding her and severing the emperor-like voice. Her body straightened instantly, and resentment filled her eyes as she recalled the experience.

"That guy actually tried to make a child, born under the red flag and raised in spring breezes, kneel down. Unforgivable, truly unforgivable! Brother Qizhou, you absolutely have to avenge me."

Downstairs,

Yang Qizhou, standing amidst the frozen twilight, casually dug into his ear, feigning that he hadn’t heard, "What did you say? Could you repeat that for me?"

No effect whatsoever.

Was the Saint of Master of Millions really that terrifying?

The young man in the casual T-shirt felt every hair on his body stand on end as he let out a low, guttural growl, "We hit the wrong target. Wang Ya, use that ’ancient object.’ Big guy, I’ll use Dominion to restrain his movements while you attack directly. Use your maximum strength; don’t give him any chance to catch his breath."

"But Zhang Chuan, that object..." Thinking of the ancient object’s negative effects, the woman shivered instinctively, hesitation written across her face.

Her words were cut short by the arrogant young man who interrupted, "If you don’t want to die here, cast aside that damned fear and decide quickly! This terrifying guy isn’t about to wait for you to hem and haw."

The female player, whose ID was ’Life Priest,’ clenched her teeth and made her decision...

She brought out a black scepter entwined by nine snakes. As her will poured into it, these snakes came to life, biting hard into her hand, leaving a hideous black mark on her face.

An aura of evil power enveloped Yang Qizhou—an Abyssal presence that weakened resolve, spirit, will to fight, and more.

Meanwhile, the tall man had already approached Yang Qizhou, wielding a massive sword radiating faint dawn light. Its overwhelming force descended, stirring the air around them.

Just before the sword could fall, a deep and commanding voice sounded, "Submit to me."

It was the young man in the casual T-shirt making his move.

You had to admit, this trio had been a team for quite some time—their coordination was excellent. The Life Priest cast negative effects on the target to weaken resolve and spirit; the Giant God’s Disciple handled direct combat and containment; and the arrogant young man with the casual T-shirt applied his dominant power at the peak of effectiveness amidst this setup.

Against such an attack, most Deceit World players would be hard-pressed to survive unscathed—even if they didn’t die, they’d be gravely wounded and utterly humiliated.

Yang Qizhou maintained his relaxed expression. As the massive sword approached, he effortlessly extended two fingers, lightly pinching the blade in place. No matter how hard the tall man struggled, the blade didn’t budge.

Yang Qizhou then turned his gaze toward the woman with the Life Priest ID and the young man in the casual T-shirt. Tilting his head slightly, he grinned.

Without a trace of resistance,

Whether it was the resolve- and spirit-crushing negative effects or the commanding Dominion filled with authority, they all dissolved quietly.

’Impossible.’

’Impossible.’

’Impossible.’

All three players’ minds were flooded with identical thoughts, their hearts gripped by terror. Only one idea remained: abandon the mission, flee—flee as far as possible—and never return to this horrifying place, never face this terrifying man again.

"Now you want to run? Don’t you think it’s a little too late for that? Since you’ve come, you’re not leaving. Let me properly entertain all of you." The sinister voice echoed, and the frozen twilight shattered abruptly, consumed by a horrific bloody hue. Countless pallid hands emerged and tore, bit, and clawed at the trio.

"No..."

Piercing screams reverberated.

Meanwhile, as twilight dissolved and the neighborhood returned to its normal palette, Yang Qizhou toyed with a pendant in his hand—it was the ’Heart Dream Source.’ Watching the three figures on the ground, their faces frozen in terror as if drowning and desperately grasping at nothing, he felt quite satisfied with the effects of the magical item.

Taking out his cellphone, he sent a message to the ’Secret Cultivator,’ "XX Street XX Apartment Complex, there are three Deceit World players attempting to commit illegal acts. I’ve subdued them. Inform Zhou Xu to send personnel to clean up."

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