“…”

　　 The sudden silence was the most terrifying.

　　 During the confrontation, the players in the hotel quietened down and they glanced at the direction of the sound. It was Wang Yu sitting in a corner, enjoying the tantalising chicken leg in his hand. He was slightly confused at either the emergence of Twelve Celestial Bodies or the sudden deathly silence.

　　Everyone was acquainted with the ways of the players from Quan Zhen Sect. Not even mentioning about the Twelve Celestial Bodies, if the Twenty-Eight Constellations spirit animals were present at this moment, this bunch would not even spare them a second glance.

　　Only the players from Quan Zhen Sect knew that Wang Yu was not being sarcastic on purpose; he was truly ignorant about the matter.

　　He was still lacking in basic game knowledge in certain aspects of the game so he could not fathom what the commotion was about.

　　 Fearless turned helplessly towards him and he advised, “Big Brother, you need to pay attention to your surroundings, Twelve Celestial Bodies is not an object!”

　　 Fearless manipulated Wang Yu’s honest ignorance into an underhanded insult towards Feng Yun Realm.

　　Everyone could easily decipher the hidden implications of Fearless’s comments.

　　Ratty and his comrades were even more agitated.

　　The Twelve Celestial Bodies were a respected former team of professionals after all. They had won numerous competitions at their peak. Even within the professional scene, these expert players had to treat Twelve Celestial Bodies as their seniors.

　　How could they endure being mocked by these people even after saying their names?

　　 “Who the hell is he to dare and look down on us?”

　　 The Assassin from behind Ratty scoffed coldly as he flashed his dagger towards Fearless.

　　“Haha!”

　　 Upon seeing that the Assassin was about to strike a lethal blow at Fearless’s neck, Fearless simply smiled and took a casual step backwards.

　　“Swoosh!”

　　 At this moment, there was whistling in the air as a hidden weapon flew towards the oncoming Assassin.

　　The Assassin was momentarily stunned and hurriedly stopped in his tracks. He deftly reached out using his left hand to grab the hidden weapon midair.

　　“Hahaha!”

　　 The players from Quan Zhen Sect broke into laughter and the rest of the players in the hotel also turned red as they struggled to stifle their laughter.

　　“???”

　　 The Assassin was so confused at the turn of events and he glanced down at his hands. He awkwardly realised that what he had caught was a half-eaten chicken drumstick.

　　Seeing that he was taken for a fool, the Assassin grew even more infuriated. Before he could even make a second move, an imposing figure made his way between him and Fearless. It was Wang Yu who had first ridiculed the Twelve Celestial Bodies.

　　 This Assassin recognised Wang Yu’s identity with one look and he thought that since he did not manage to kill Fearless, Wang Yu was an equally valuable target. He raised his dagger menacingly and stab it towards Wang Yu.

　　Before the Assassin could make his move, Wang Yu grinned at him cheekily, “You’re welcome, eat up!”

　　 Following that, Wang Yu stretched his left hand and pinched viciously on the Assassin’s left cheek and his mouth subconsciously opened up. Wang Yu then seized the Assassin’s left hand and pushed the whole drumstick down his throat.

　　With a loud thud, the Assassin crashed to the ground like a sandbag thrown to the ground thoughtlessly. In the process, he inevitably shattered the glass tables and the whole place was a mess.

　　“Dragon!!”

　　 This Assassin’s username was Chen Long. From his username, it was easy to infer his extraordinary strength and skill. He was definitely one of the foremost experts in Twelve Celestial Bodies.

　　Chen Long’s comrades cried out in shock as they saw him getting tossed around like a ragdoll. They were extremely familiar with his strength and would prove a worthy opponent for any player.

　　Wang Yu was given the title of the strongest Pugilist in the game—this title was thoroughly well deserved. It was thought that his strength was wildly exaggerated but everyone present at this moment was convinced of his heaven-defying prowess.

　　His act of throwing Chen Long with a casual flick of his wrist was evidence of his overwhelming superior strength.

　　 At this point, the Twelve Celestial Bodies were having second thoughts about their chances of actually winning against the Quan Zhen Sect.

　　At the end of the day, the grudge was the boss’s and not their own… Their personal reputations were at stake. They still needed this reputation to make a living and could not afford to throw it all down the drain for someone else’s enmity.

　　Fearless stood behind Wang Yu and saw the felt the power dynamics shifting back to his control. He taunted, “Sorry, this old man looks down on you guys. What can you do about it?”

　　 “…”

　　 The Twelve Celestial Bodies looked at Fearless and then glanced briefly at the domineering figure in front of him. They had complicated expressions on their faces. If not for this super expert, would this lowly Priest have a place to show off in front of them?

　　 The hotel manager witnessed the commotion and all the damaged furniture strewn about the lobby. He was almost brought to tears as he cried out, “Young Master Feng, please give Apocalypse some face and stop making trouble here…”

　　 He truly did not know how to read the mood of the room. Feng Yun Realm was fuming and he had lost all semblance of rationality. Yet, the manager still brought up Apocalypse to add fuel to the fire.

　　Before he could even finish his sentence, Feng Yun Realm flashed his sword down his neck.

　　Confucius once said: Is it possible for hotel managers to possibly be experts themselves?

　　 The hotel manager was a player who focused on the business aspect of the game. He was barely level 10 and beneath Feng Yun Realm’s strike, he dissipated into white light.

　　After hacking down his first victim, Feng Yun Realm slammed his leg on the table and declared, “Who the f*ck is Apocalypse, Sky Dragon City is mine. I can do whatever I like here. If anyone of you is not satisfied, you can get the f*ck out!”

　　 Feng Yun Realm pointed at the Quan Zhen Sect and shrieked, “Kill these group of b*stards for me!”

　　 From Feng Yun Realm’s tone towards the Quan Zhen Sect, Wang Yu inferred that they had done something to incur his wrath.

　　Wang Yu definitely would not dirty his hands if it was any others who wanted to find trouble. However, when it came to Feng Yun Realm, Wang Yu made a special exception.

　　He gazed at the Twelve Celestial Bodies and he saw that their bodies were already emanating intense bloodlust. Wang Yu stretched out and his glove was switched for a rod. He stiffened his face and directed an intense glare at them, “Just based on you guys?”

　　 “Hmph! What do you think?”

　　 As both sides continued their menacing remarks, Feng Yun Realm took a quick glance around his surroundings.

　　 At this point, all the players in the hotel lobby had already brandished their weapons and surrounded the Quan Zhen Sect in a tight encirclement.

　　“How? Is this enough?”

　　 Feng Yun Realm replied in a provocative tone.

　　Feng Yun Realm’s men had a previous confrontation with the Quan Zhen Sect so they knew that they would require far more manpower than ten players to be able to catch their enemies alive.

　　These players were all professional mercenaries hired by Feng Yun Realm from Freedom City. All of them were PVP masters who had won hundreds of battles in the arena. With this level of backup, Feng Yun Realm believed he had the Quan Zhen Sect backed into a corner.

　　 “Everyone, if you catch them alive, you get an additional thousand gold while killing them is worth a hundred gold. The mercenary fee is on top of these bonuses!”

　　 The next instant, Feng Yun Realm gave the go-ahead and the horde of players gushed forward.