Inside the private room, the lights were resplendent, and the sounds of laughter and rrint wove into an opulent symphony.
The delicate birdsong-like voices echoed in the air, as if pulling people into an intoxicating dreamlike illusion.
The man seated at the center was none other than Wen Mochen.
At this mont, Wen Mochen was dressed in a luxurious brocade robe, his expression lazy and indulgent, with a beautiful woman nestled on either side.
The won leaned against him, their eyes sparkling with laughter.
However, Wen Mochen’s gaze was firmly fixed ahead, as if captivated by sothing.
Ahead, eight dancers were twirling gracefully, their forms light, and their garnts fluttered with their steps.
Every turn, every movent of the dancers exuded an indescribable grace.
The music on both sides was lingering, like a gentle stream, flowing into people’s hearts.
These enchanting dancers, in this lodious music, danced with even more vitality.
This made the entire space within the private room seem to be shrouded in a layer of opulent and glamorous mist, filled with a hedonistic atmosphere.
This private room was extrely spacious, occupying half the area of the tenth floor, enough to hold hundreds of people.
The surrounding decorations were lavish, with splendidly carved beams and painted pillars, complenting the gentle lights.
As far as the eye could see, the exquisite carvings and precious ornants were dazzling.
Compared to the slightly rustic buildings below the tenth floor, this level seed like another world, a heaven and earth apart.
However, just as Wen Mochen was lost in the rich fragrance around him, enjoying the delicacies being personally fed to his mouth by the beauties.
Suddenly, a dramatic change occurred!
The door to the private room was forcefully flung open by a terrifying power, the heavy door panels shattered like paper in an instant.
The Wen Family guards stationed by the door had no ti to react before being violently flung away by this force.
The bodies of several Wen Family guards flew towards the distant wall like kites with broken strings.
After a deafening crash, those Wen Family guards, along with the shattered door pieces, fell heavily to the ground.
A glaring bloodstain was left on the wall, and the air in the private room was suddenly filled with a strong scent of blood.
At this mont, the laughter and chatter in the private room ca to an abrupt halt, the dancers stopped in panic, and the music was suddenly cut off.
Wen Mochen furrowed his brow, showing a hint of surprise on his face as he slowly released the beauties he was holding, his gaze like a blade directed at the entrance.
The entire private room plunged into silence, save for the broken door remnants and the bloodstains on the wall.
"How audacious!"
Wen Mochen coldly snorted, his voice as piercing as ice, a flash of fierce killing intent in his eyes.
He slowly stood up, his robe fluttering without wind, emanating a chilling pressure.
"Which fool dares to disrupt this prince consort’s pleasure?"
Wen Mochen’s voice wasn’t loud, but each word was like thunder, making the air in the private room seem to solidify.
The two servants standing beside Wen Mochen were also furious, shouting sternly.
"Impudent!"
"Who is it?"
As soon as the words fell, these two Wen Family servants stepped forward, standing like towers in front of Wen Mochen.
Their eyes gradually turned blood-red, glaring towards the entrance as if about to crack.
Simultaneously, their aura suddenly surged, their inner energy roiling out, faintly emitting a low rumbling.
A faint red glow appeared on the surface of their skin, as if flas were burning in their blood, releasing a chilling pressure.
Blood Refining Realm Perfection!
These two Wen Family servants were actually Blood Refining Realm Perfection Martial Artists!
The dancers in the private room, as well as the beautiful won beside Wen Mochen, were already trembling in fear.
They all retreated to the corner, afraid of being swept into this unexpected turmoil.
In an instant, the air was filled with tension and murderous aura, as if at any mont, a titanic battle would erupt.
At the entrance, the smoke gradually dispersed, and five figures slowly appeared before Wen Mochen’s eyes.
Their steps were steady, each step seed to tread on everyone’s hearts, bringing an invisible sense of oppression.
The one at the forefront had their face hidden in shadow, eyes cold as frost, staring straight at Wen Mochen without fear.
"Zhou Yue, it’s you!"
In the instant Wen Mochen recognized the face, he was montarily stunned.
Then, his mouth slowly curled into a mocking smile, his voice filled with undisguised contempt and ridicule.
"Heh heh heh!"
Wen Mochen let out a low, sinister laugh, his eyes revealing a bloodthirsty and crazed light, as if seeing sothing utterly ridiculous.
"This prince consort wondered who had no eyes?"
"So it’s you, this canine fool."
Wen Mochen’s presence exuded a chilling pressure, the aura of an Inner Qi Perfection Martial Artist.
Regarding Zhou Yue’s appearance, Wen Mochen was filled with disdain and ridicule, viewing it as nothing more than a farce.
"Interesting, truly interesting!"
Wen Mochen spoke as he took a step forward, his gaze like a blade towards Zhou Yue, his tone suddenly turning cold.
"Zhou Yue, have you lost your mind, daring to disturb this prince consort’s pleasure?"
Wen Mochen’s anger and ridicule intertwined into a suffocating pressure.
He originally thought that in this small Mingxin Prefecture, anyone daring to cause trouble for him.
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