Trillionaire's Slice of Life-Chapter 1187 - 744: The Face of the Cards

Chapter 1187: Chapter 744: The Face of the Cards

On the sixty-sixth floor of the Global Tower in the demon capital, the banquet hall is currently gathering all of the most elite martial artists from across Hua Country.

After witnessing the terrifying duel that had just taken place, every individual here is in a state of surging emotions.

Just moments after the battle that occurred in the demon capital’s sky, a voice reached their ears just as they were about to depart, inviting them to dine together by Mr. Chu from the demon capital.

Facing the personal invitation of a legendary figure from the Celestial God Realm, not one among them dared to defy, nor did anyone dare to leave – this even included Miss Xue Yuluo from the Xue family, who had just suffered defeat.

In total, forty-six top-tier fighters were attracted by the terrifying pressure, including forty martial artists above the Grandmaster level, three half-step Grandmasters, and three more with A-rank strength or below.

Included among them was the White-robed Sword Saint from the Long family of Xiangjiang, boasting the strength of a mid-tier Great Grandmaster, also the guardian deity of the Long family. The middle-aged man was currently sitting alone on the edge of the banquet, drinking. His expression was calm, but his eyes contained a palpable intensity.

Sitting across from the White-robed Sword Saint was Jiang Dingnan, rated as one of the top ten Grandmasters of Hua Country. The middle-aged elder is Jiang Rourou’s grandfather. It was through Chu Mo’s assistance that he managed to break through the Heavenly Barrier and advanced to the Great Grandmaster Realm.

Jiang Dingnan also had a solemn expression on his face. In front of him was an empty bottle of wine. Of course, such an amount of alcohol would barely fill the gaps between his teeth for someone at the level of a high-tier Great Grandmaster. His terrifying Innate True Qi, vast like the sea, could quickly metabolize and eliminate any alcohol that entered his body. Hence, drinking thousands of cups wouldn’t make him drunk. However, this was hardly something to rejoice for the elder, who wished deeply to drown his sorrows in liquor.

Behind Jiang Dingnan, the patriarchs of the four great families and several disciples were sitting together.

The four major families were originally one. Having all been disciples of Liu Ping, each person held control over nearly a trillion in vast assets. Yet due to Liu Ping’s coercion and Chu Mo’s oppression, they had no choice but to submit under the feet of a young lady.

If, before this point, the four major families were still fantasizing that after Liu Ping’s demise, they could escape Liu Liu’s control and return to the state of adoration by the masses as before, then now, as they gradually came to understand the terror of Chu Mo, the four of them had fully given up such unrealistic dreams.

As long as Chu Mo remained, even if the four of them joined forces, they would not stir up the slightest ripple.

In the presence of a legendary Celestial God Realm powerhouse, if they had a variety of guesses and schemes prior to this night, then from this evening onward, from this moment, they had automatically abandoned all their impractical fantasies.

A Celestial God Realm powerhouse could truly turn them to dust with a mere wave of his hand.

Sitting next to the four great families was the current Abbot Zhi Hui of Shaolin, an old monk who was himself a peak-level high-tier Great Grandmaster with immense strength. Moreover, he held in his hand the Sharira, a priceless treasure handed to Shaolin by Chu Mo. As such, apart from Chu Mo, the elusive elder of the Xue family, and the Half-step Celestial God Tianya, he could be considered the foremost among all individuals.

However, the current Abbot of Shaolin appeared extremely indifferent. Not a drop of the wine or delicacies before him had been touched, and he himself seemed to be meditating like an old monk in contemplation, seemingly disconnected from everything happening around him.

Yet, in the entire hall, many people’s gazes occasionally drifted in this direction. Of course, what captivated these Great Grandmasters’ attention at the banquet was not the Shaolin Abbot, but the stunning woman by Master Zhi Hui’s side – the same Miss Xue Yuluo of the Xue family, who had recently advanced to the status of a high-tier Great Grandmaster.

As the most mysterious and equally largest family in Hua Country, ordinary powers knew little about the Xue family. However, the top-tier fighters present here were no strangers to the Xue’s fearsome reputation.

Even Shaolin Temple, the bastion of martial arts, was secretly controlled by the Xue family, which indicated the extensive reach of the Xue’s influence. Within this gathering of dozens of Grandmasters, a significant number had various connections with the Xue family, and prior to this, even these powerful individuals had rarely had a chance to meet with the real decision-makers of the Xue family. Thus, having the opportunity to be in the same room as Miss Xue Yuluo was extraordinarily rare and commanded much attention.

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In a secluded corner to the northwest side of the banquet, a man and a woman occupied a table by themselves, not interacting with others and appearing very cautious. However, the stunning young woman, in her blossoming years, was curiously scanning her surroundings with an intense fascination in her eyes. If not for the constant reminders from the middle-aged man beside her, the sprightly and youthful lady would have found it hard to refrain from frolicking about.

“Master… Look, that person is so strange. His entire body is covered in black cloth; even his eyes are not visible. Is he blind?”

As one of the three A-rank martial artists in the hall, Qin Ning was at the moment whispering in her master’s ear, while gesturing with her lips toward a cloaked figure in black at the opposite dining table, her beautiful face full of gossip and speculation.

The middle-aged man beside her took only a cursory glance at the black-clad figure shrouded in a dark veil. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he immediately reprimanded his disciple: