92: The robbers are so slow! The God Child angrily rebuked them: "Can't you have some professional ethics?!"

Outside Tiandu City, a deathly silence of black swallowed the thousand-mile wilderness.

The night was so thick it seemed impossible to dissolve.

Wang Teng's Golden Chariot was like a glowing gold tooth in ink—tacky, eye-searing, and exuding a sense of comical loneliness.

All was silent.

No chirping of insects, no sound of the wind.

Even the clouds in the sky had stopped moving, as if held down by an invisible giant hand, not daring to breathe.

Everyone knew that beneath the calm were countless pairs of eyes that had already turned crimson.

They were waiting.

"Second Ancestor, I... why do I feel like something is wrong?"

Inside the chariot, Wang Teng's voice trembled; the eerie silence outside made his scalp tingle.

He felt as if he weren't sitting in a golden fortress, but lying in an open coffin, surrounded by pallbearers waiting to bury him.

"A bunch of rats hiding their heads and showing their tails."

On the roof of the chariot, the Second Ancestor of the Wang Family had his eyes closed, his voice showing no ripples, yet his majestic Divine Thought had already blanketed a thousand-mile radius.

"They are waiting—waiting for that old fogey from the auction to strike first."

"As soon as he breaks the deadlock, these jackals will swarm us, devouring both us and the chariot until not even the bones are left."

The Second Ancestor's words lacked warmth, and Wang Teng's heart sank as if frozen.

"Then... then what do we do?"

"Wait."

The Second Ancestor uttered only a single word.

"Wait for them to lose their patience and jump out themselves."

...A hundred miles away, atop a solitary peak.

This was the natural viewing platform of this hunting ground, with a view so clear one could see every trembling blade of grass on the wilderness.

Su Chen and Ye Linghan sat right here.

Su Chen simply pulled out a Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Silkworm Silk Lounge Chair from his Storage Ring, sprawled out on it, and squinted his eyes in comfort.

On the small jade table beside him sat juicy Amethyst Immortal Grapes and a pot of refreshing "Hundred-Flower Brew."

A top-tier VIP viewing spot, nothing more.

He grabbed a grape, tossed it into his mouth, and began commenting on the situation indistinctly.

"Hey, I say, the professional skills of these robbers are just too poor, aren't they?"

"It's been nearly half an hour; why hasn't the fight started yet?"

"With such a long prelude, how am I supposed to go back and catch up on sleep when it gets light later?"

[These robbers have no professional ethics at all!]

[They don't even shout an opening line or fire a signal flare; they're just wasting time like this?]

[Wang Teng has already washed his neck and is waiting, yet you guys are still dilly-dallying!]

[Can you be a bit more professional? Time is life, and my VIP ticket wasn't free!]

Ye Linghan rested her chin on one hand; watching him complain was much more interesting than watching the impending slaughter below.

"Husband, do not be anxious," she chuckled. "A good show always takes time to brew."

"My life's creed is: never sit if you can lie down, and never wait if you can fast-forward."

Su Chen curled his lip and took a large gulp of the Hundred-Flower Brew.

"Because tomorrow, I have to keep sleeping."

He adjusted the angle of the lounge chair to ensure he could appreciate the upcoming carnage in the best "playing dead" posture.

"Come on, don't just watch, have some too."

Su Chen felt it was boring to watch the drama alone, so he casually pushed the fruit plate toward Ye Linghan.

That gesture was as casual as sharing popcorn with a girl in a Mortal cinema.

Ye Linghan was watching him with interest, but seeing this, the curve of her lips stiffened imperceptibly.

It had been a hundred thousand years.

Those who offered her treasures did so out of fear.

Those who gnashed their teeth at her did so out of hatred.

What surrounded her was always greed, desire, and death.

Only the current "casualness" was missing.

This man truly treated her as... a wife with whom he could watch a show, complain, and share snacks.

This feeling was like a breeze blowing from nowhere, drifting into the heart-prison she had sealed for a hundred thousand years, which held only loneliness and darkness.

It was so novel that it made her eternally cold Devilish Heart skip a beat.

She extended her jade-white fingertips, paused for a moment upon touching the cold grape, and then picked one up to place it between her red lips.

"Hmm, the taste is not bad."

She looked at Su Chen, and on that face capable of making countless people fall into depravity, a smile actually rippled out.

It carried no evil, no charm, only a fleeting trace of brightness.

When Su Chen saw this smile, his heart skipped a beat, and his hand shook, almost sending the fruit plate flying.

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Why is she... why is she smiling so "innocently"?!]

With a "shua," he pulled the fruit plate back, clutching it tightly in his arms, his body shrinking desperately toward the other side of the lounge chair, his face full of terror.

"Don't... don't look at me like that, it's creeping me out!"

"This is the last plate; I'm not letting you eat anymore!"

Seeing him like a food-protecting kitten that had its tail stepped on, Ye Linghan's smile deepened, and the playfulness in her eyes surged once more.

Teasing him had become the only new pleasure she had found in her hundred thousand years of loneliness.

Amidst this strange atmosphere of one person fearfully protecting food and the other smiling radiantly...

The wilderness below finally exploded!

Without any warning!

That deathly silent night sky was like a piece of black paper being torn down the middle.

A hand.

A giant palm condensed from pure Devilish Qi and the Law of Death reached out from the torn spatial rift.

It obscured the heavens and swallowed the starlight; it was as if all the light in the world was drained away at that moment, leaving only endless darkness and a cold intent of death.

It was no simple attack, but rather the act of gouging a piece of space directly out of the world and transforming it into an ultimate slaughter capable of crushing the stars!

Beneath the giant palm, the tacky golden light of the Golden Chariot instantly dimmed like a candle in the wind.

Atop the chariot, the Second Ancestor of the Wang Family, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly snapped them open, his composure and calm shattered in an instant!

He rose abruptly, his robes fluttering loudly under the escaping energy!

Simultaneously, a raspy, aged voice, laden with endless resentment, exploded in every corner of the world like a sinister wind from the Nine Netherworlds!

Every word carried an echo that slammed hard against everyone's Divine Soul!

"Wang! Family! Brat!"

"Give! Me! Your! Life!"