Ethan Tian's escape made Brandon Feng curse out loud, his face turning so dark it was frightening.
Because Victor Ward won, Brandon Feng has to pay Ian Song three treasures worth thirty billion taels of gold.
In fact, the real value of these three treasures is far above thirty billion taels of gold. Even if someone offered that much, he wouldn't sell; only a fool would part with such rare items.
Ian, could you give me a little more time? I swear I'll pay you the thirty billion taels in full!
Facing Ian Song, who came to collect the debt, Brandon Feng pleaded awkwardly, clearly reluctant to hand over the three treasures.
A bet's a bet. Hand over the three items!
Jackson Wenren sneered, looking at Brandon Feng with contempt. Earlier, he goaded Ian Song into betting, but now that he's lost, he wants to renege—no way that's happening.
That's right, a bet's a bet. Hand them over!" Jason Zhuge added.
Brandon Feng's expression grew uglier as he stared at Ian Song. "Ian, are you really not going to show me any respect?"
Ian Song chuckled speechlessly. "You want to skip out on your debt and expect me to respect you? Besides, are we even that close? Why should I give you face?"
Honestly, he didn't want to set Brandon up, but the guy insisted on walking right into trouble—what could Ian do?
Brandon Feng's face flushed red and pale by turns, still unwilling to give up. "My three treasures are worth far more than thirty billion taels. If you give me a little time, I'll pay thirty-one billion!"
Why should I trust you? The world is huge—what if you run off? Where would I find you then?" Ian Song sneered.
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Brandon Feng's face. He really was thinking of running. Still, he insisted, "Don't worry, Ian! Monks can flee, but temples remain. My Feng family is a major clan in the Sky-Sun Region—there's no way we'd run!"
Ian Song's face suddenly darkened. "You are you, the Feng family is the Feng family! Hand them over!"
Ian Song, must you be so aggressive?" Brandon Feng's face twisted with resentment.
Shameless! You lost fair and square, and now you want to blame our captain!" Hannah Chen scoffed.
Fine, I'll give them to you!
Brandon Feng gritted his teeth and, with a flick of his wrist, produced a jade talisman. He quickly crushed it, and a wave of blue light wrapped around him, whisking him away into the void.
Everyone was stunned by the scene—no one expected Brandon Feng to actually escape like that. Many of the gamblers immediately started cursing him out.
But Ian Song, the biggest creditor, wasn't angry at all. He reached out, conjured a giant energy hand, tore open the void, and yanked Brandon Feng out, slamming him to the ground.
Brandon Feng shouted in disbelief, "How... how is this possible? How could you catch me? This escape talisman was refined by a Demigod-Immortal Dao cultivator—even in front of a Demigod, it should work! How did you grab me?"
Hand over the three treasures!
Ian Song withdrew his hand and looked down at him coldly.
Don't even think about it—unless you kill me!
Having been dragged back after trying to escape, Brandon Feng had lost all face. So he decided to play hardball; with the Feng family backing him, he didn't believe Ian Song would really dare kill him!
You're one stubborn dead duck!" Ian Song sneered, shaking his head.
Brandon Feng's eyes flashed with panic as he stared at Ian Song. "Do you really dare kill me? My Feng family is as powerful as the Ward Clan. You're just a son-in-law—barely half a Ward. Do you think marrying into the Ward Clan means you can ignore my Feng family? If you kill me, the Ward Clan won't let you off. Besides, I haven't refused to pay—you just won't wait!"
Heh.
Ian Song smiled. "I'll ask one last time—are you going to pay up or not?"
Just then, Victor Ward walked off the battlefield. Brandon Feng's eyes lit up and he shouted, "Victor, help me! Your Ward Clan's son-in-law wants to kill me!"
He knew Victor Ward had lost to Ian Song before and surely held a grudge, so even if Ian was now a Ward, Victor might not take his side.
Victor Ward looked at Ian Song, then at Brandon Feng. "Brandon, what's going on here?"
Brandon Feng's eyes lit up, thinking he had a shot. He deliberately sighed, "Victor, you know I have a gambling problem. I set up a betting stall for your duel with Ethan Tian. Ian Song bet ten billion taels worth of spirit crystals, and I lost. Since I can't pay thirty billion taels right now, I've begged him for more time, even offered thirty-one billion, but he won't agree. Instead, he's after my three treasures and now wants to kill me. Victor, our Ward and Feng families have always been close—you have to help me!"
Victor Ward looked at Ian Song again and said flatly, "If that's true, Ian, then you're in the wrong."
Ian Song gave Victor Ward a half-smile. "Little Qilin, do you really think beating Ethan Tian means you can act tough in front of me? Don't get used by others. Get lost, or I'll clean you up along with Brandon!"
Victor Ward's face turned iron-gray. He couldn't believe Ian Song would treat him so disrespectfully, telling him to get lost in public—especially after just becoming Hidden Dragon no.1. How could he stand it?
Brandon Feng was secretly delighted, but said, "Victor, looks like this son-in-law doesn't respect your direct Ward bloodline!"
His words were like pouring oil on fire. Victor Ward's face grew even uglier. "Ian Song, I've tolerated you long enough. Today, do you dare fight me again?"
Sure, I'll fight you—but you're injured, so let's wait until you've recovered. For now, get lost—I'm still collecting my debt!
With that, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped Brandon Feng, sending him flying.
What the hell? Stirring up trouble right in front of me—do you think I'm dead?
Ian Song reached out and grabbed Brandon Feng, who'd just been knocked flying, then stripped his Storage Ring and clamped a hand around his neck, threatening, "Remove your spiritual imprint, or I'll kill you!"
Brandon Feng's face contorted with fear, but he had no choice—he removed his spiritual imprint from the Storage Ring.
Ian Song scanned the Storage Ring, then tossed it to Jason Zhuge. "Take out the three treasures."
Jason Zhuge took the Storage Ring, checked it, and quickly retrieved three dazzling items.
One was a golden lotus, glowing with spiritual light; one was a mysterious blue crystal; and the last was a blood-red feather, radiating a chilling power.
Suddenly, there was a cracking sound—Ian Song directly crushed Brandon Feng's neck. But with a Law-Phase cultivator's vitality, even a broken neck wouldn't kill him.
Brandon Feng, pale and humiliated, staggered away, not daring to say another word.
The crowd was in awe. Ian Song's strength and decisiveness had left everyone speechless.
Suddenly, Brandon Feng's head exploded.
Hannah Chen grinned. "Captain, you're awesome!"
Seeing Ian Song kill Brandon Feng, Victor Ward couldn't hold back any longer and threw a punch at Ian.
Scram!
Ian Song casually slapped out with his hand, sending Victor Ward flying.
What?
How is that possible?
What did I just witness?
Holy crap, Victor Ward just got slapped flying!
Countless people witnessed this scene, utterly shocked and unable to believe what they'd just seen.