"Besides, Brother Wu sells his pancakes for only five bucks! Five bucks! Look around the Imperial City, where else can you find egg-stuffed pancakes for five bucks? The cheapest ones are at least seven or eight!"

"One glance at Ding Zhen, identified as pure charity!"

"..."

In just a few minutes, a crowd gathered around.

Everyone started chatting, and soon a lively discussion was underway.

The topic was so rare; it was the first time anyone said Brother Wu’s egg-stuffed pancakes tasted bad—it was practically tabloid-worthy news!

However, contemporary youth rarely stick to one topic for too long; as they spoke, the topic shifted.

The discussion moved from egg-stuffed pancakes to the living conditions of modern youth, and then onto the establishment of diplomacy in international settings, eventually landing on the release of a 10v10 twenty-player battle mode in a long-lived MOBA game...

Ultimately, the initial discussion about egg-stuffed pancakes turned into a face-to-face meeting among friends who had scheduled an online gaming session and were recruiting teammates.

Soon, the bustling vendor scene quieted down as the group left with arms around each other’s shoulders.

Though, a small group stayed out of sheer curiosity.

They wanted to know why Guo Xianglong claimed Brother Wu’s pancakes were bad, and they served as "field reporters" to relay the final outcome to the group, satisfying everyone’s curiosity.

And at the center of the whirlwind, Guo Xianglong...

He was still sweating profusely.

Lu Wenwu had already asked him twice more.

But he still couldn’t say anything.

He wanted to find faults that didn’t exist, to pick holes in the eggs.

Yet, whenever he recalled the taste from earlier, he felt a reluctance to tarnish it, as if betraying his soul or committing an unforgivable act.

"So, you say my pancakes are bad, I sincerely seek your opinion for improvement, yet you can’t say what’s bad, right?" Lu Wenwu’s expression gradually shifted from earnest to calm, and he asked faintly.

Guo Xianglong stubbornly said, "Bad is bad, why does there have to be a reason? What, can’t your pancakes be criticized? Must I praise them?"

"Not at all," Lu Wenwu shook his head slightly, "But your evasive eyes tell me you’re lying. You’re just like Lu Da."

"Lu Da?"

Guo Xianglong was bewildered, momentarily unable to react.

"Water Margin, Lu Tixie punching Zhen Guanxi."

Lu Wenwu looked at him deeply and patted his shoulder.

"I think you’re here deliberately looking for trouble, aren’t you? Which street are you operating on, coming here to bother me? If your own business isn’t doing well, I can teach you."

"Industry deliberately finding fault? No, you misunderstand, I just..."

"Pft!"

Mid-sentence, Guo Xianglong suddenly felt a coldness in his chest and abdomen as sticky fluids surged up his throat.

Instinctively, he looked down to find Lu Wenwu’s right arm had somehow pierced through his body, impaling the entire left chest including heart, lung, and ribs.

"Gurgle..."

Guo Xianglong desperately wanted to say something, but torrents of fresh blood kept flooding up.

The strength within his body was continually draining, and an eerie power was devouring and clearing his mana, while a cold flame had destroyed his meridians, burning and shattering his Dantian.

Without the support of cultivation, his body started aging visibly.

"Ahhhhhh!!"

"Whoa!"

"Brother Wu, you!"

"Brother Wu has killed someone...."

Lu Wenwu offered no explanation, simply waving them far away.

This was a shallow application of spatial power—not quite spatial teleportation, but merely using spatial force to send these diners further away, which was not difficult for Lu Wenwu now.

Guo Xianglong’s already yellow eyes tremblingly looked at Lu Wenwu.

He was very puzzled.

I just said your egg-stuffed pancake tasted bad, and you want to kill me?

Even if I indeed came to make trouble, you attacked me directly in public without a word?

Your reputation, your standing, your social status, aren’t they important?

If Lu Wenwu could hear his thoughts, he would nod immediately and highly affirm Guo Xianglong’s perspective.

Yes, it’s not important.

But whether my egg-stuffed pancake really tastes bad, this is crucial.

[You have gained 100 free attribute points]

"Swoosh."

Lu Wenwu withdrew his hand from Guo Xianglong’s now-dried corpse.

Not a single drop of blood stained it.

The Demon God Battle Lance greedily devoured the blood, becoming sharper with each refinement.

The last squishy mage who dared to get this close to Lu Wenwu was the Evil Old Daoist in the [Eternal Illusion] dungeon.

Back then, Lu Wenwu wasn’t experienced with sneak attacks, nearly suffering a severe backlash from the opponent’s dying counterattack.

Now, even the grass atop Evil Old Daoist’s grave must have grown half a meter high.

At that time, Lu Wenwu silently resolved to make sure it works for next time!

Sure enough, after deep review and practice of the ambush technique, he now mastered it well.

Look at this, one swift move and Guo Xianglong, another squishy mage, didn’t even have the chance to resist.

It’s a pity though, as it seems he stored everything in his personal backpack, so Lu Wenwu couldn’t capture any powerful equipment, which is a real disappointment.

Lu Wenwu withdrew his mobile pancake stall into Spirit Heaven Cave Heaven and looked around.

"Actually, I’m quite a nice person. I don’t like all that fighting and killing stuff, and usually just enjoy making egg-stuffed pancakes."

"But you guys keep bothering me repeatedly."

"Not only blocking me from making pancakes, but now insulting my pancakes as tasteless?"

"Then I have no choice... but to pound you into pancakes!"

Suddenly, four waves of killing intent manifested simultaneously, frightening vibrations instantly engulfing Lu Wenwu’s body.

The massive explosion shot the entire street skyward, yet was surprisingly confined within a very narrow range.

This obvious disturbance instantly triggered the Imperial Capital Array’s alarm system.

Several players patrolling the nearby area moved swiftly toward this location.

"Kolantono, is he dead?"

A figure appeared in the air, with a solemn expression on his face.

Although they were mentally prepared before coming, he really hadn’t expected the departure of the first comrade to be so regrettable.

This Lu Wenwu was ruthless, taking action without hesitation.

Only such decisive character combined with supreme talent can be called a Celestial Pride.

Originally, their plan was for Guo Xianglong to sacrifice himself and burn his life to completely trap Lu Wenwu in place, while everyone else would unleash an ultimate attack to utterly destroy him on the spot.

If the first round of attacks failed, they’d activate the Soul-Burning Secret Technique with maximum power to hold him down, assisting Supreme Elder in killing him here.

To ensure the success of this operation, one of the two Supreme Elders who came had already sacrificed life force, using a technique called "Death Arena."

Unless everyone inside dies, the arena cannot be opened.

It’s not absolute, but at least on Blue Star currently, no one can enact it.

The duel arena activated by sacrificing the life and soul of an Ascension to Divinity Tier Land Immortal, only true Immortal Gods can brutally break through.

Now, even if Lu Wenwu survived the first wave of attacks by luck, he would still face the combined forces of four S-tier Peak powerhouses and a Land Immortal.

This is an inescapable death trap.

Former Grand Elder’s son Kolantono had absolute confidence that even if Lu Wenwu was a genius, he couldn’t possibly escape.

With the meticulous plan against an unsuspecting target, plus recovering from the dungeon without peak combat power, led by powerhouses exceeding two major tiers!

Kolantono did not believe that under these circumstances, Lu Wenwu could survive!