134: Refusing to pay? You think you're worthy? I'll slap you until your face is swollen!

Watching those four Fourth-Tier Demon Clan Members flee in panic as if they had seen a ghost, disappearing into the end of the dark passage...

The Wanhao Academy students, who had been besieged inside the golden light shield, finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

That feeling of collapse after surviving a disaster caused them to slump to the ground one by one.

The golden light shield flickered twice before completely extinguishing.

That precious Five-Star Golden Bell Talisman had exhausted its last bit of energy and turned into flying ash, scattering away.

"We're saved..."

Lin Qiang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and glanced toward the direction the Demon Race had fled with lingering fear.

Only after confirming those death stars were truly gone did his heart, which had been hanging in his throat, finally drop back into his stomach.

"That..."

Jin Yao walked over with the people from Kunlun Academy, a professional fake smile plastered on his face.

He rubbed his fingers together, his eyes darting back and forth between Lin Qiang and Wei Hong.

"Everyone, the crisis is over."

"Isn't it time to settle the bill?"

"The total is 210 million biological energy. We support transfers, and no credit is allowed."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the Wanhao Academy group, who had been dejected just a moment ago, instantly changed.

Over two hundred million?

This was not a small sum. Even for these scions of wealthy families, it was an amount that would cut to the bone.

Wei Hong stood up and patted the dust off his clothes.

On that face, which had been distorted by fear earlier, a bit of the arrogance of a noble Young Master had now returned.

He glanced at Jin Yao, a playful, cold sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Settle the bill?"

"What bill?"

"Did I ever say I was going to give you money?"

Jin Yao froze for a moment, and then his expression darkened.

"Wei Hong, what do you mean?"

"When you were calling for help just now, you were shouting louder than anyone."

"Everyone heard it. Are you trying to default on the debt?"

"Default? Don't make it sound so ugly."

Wei Hong spread his hands, wearing the face of a scoundrel.

"Just now was just now."

"The situation now is that those Demon Race members were scared away by us."

"What does it have to do with you?"

He pointed at Qin Lang, his eyes full of disdain.

"Just because of him?"

"He just stands there and scares off four Fourth-Tier Demon Clan Members?"

"Do you think you're writing a web novel?"

"In my opinion, it's clear that those Demon Race members sensed the aura of our Wanhao Academy reinforcements and were scared off."

The surrounding Wanhao students also caught on and chimed in one after another.

"Exactly! It was clearly our good luck!"

"You guys just came over to pick up the scraps, and you actually dare to open your mouths so wide?"

"Are you guys crazy for money?!"

This skill of burning bridges after crossing them was something they had mastered to perfection.

Lin Qiang shrank back, not daring to speak.

He had seen Qin Lang's methods with his own eyes, but if he admitted it now, he wouldn't be able to afford that huge sum of money either.

He could only grit his teeth and play dead.

Jin Yao was so angry he laughed.

He had seen shameless people, but never anyone this shameless.

"Fine, you guys are something else."

"You won't shed a tear until you see the coffin, right?"

He turned around and shouted to Qin Lang, who was wiping his sword nearby.

"Brother Lang, someone wants to default."

"They're saying those Demon Race members were scared off by their 'overbearing aura' and it has nothing to do with you."

Qin Lang's movements paused.

He slowly turned around, his deep eyes calmly sweeping over Wei Hong's smug face.

Without any nonsense.

Carrying the still-dripping flowing cloud overlapping shadow sword, he walked over step by step.

With every step, the Killing Intent on his body grew heavier.

That blood-lusting aura condensed from just slaying Fourth-Tier Experts pressed down like something tangible.

Wei Hong's breathing hitched, and he subconsciously took a step back.

"You... what do you want to do?"

"This is the joint exam! Private fighting is prohibited!"

"If you dare touch me, Wanhao Academy won't let you off!"

Qin Lang acted as if he hadn't heard.

He walked up to Wei Hong, the tip of the sword in his hand gently lifting Wei Hong's chin.

The icy touch made the hairs on Wei Hong's neck stand up.

"Private fighting is prohibited?"

Qin Lang smiled, revealing a row of forest-white teeth.

"This is deep within the Secret Realm."

"It's quite normal for a few people to die, isn't it?"

"For example... being killed by a returning Demon Race member in a surprise attack?"

Wei Hong's pupils suddenly contracted.

In Qin Lang's eyes, he saw unmasked Killing Intent.

This madman!

He really dared to do it!

Just as the atmosphere was tense and blood was about to be shed...

"Help! Help me!"

A figure suddenly rushed out from the dark passage in the distance.

That person was covered in blood, the combat suit on his back was tattered, and one arm was even unnaturally twisted.

He stumbled over, and seeing the firelight here, he looked as if he had seen a savior.

"Is that... someone from Modu University?"

Someone recognized the emblem on that student's body.

"What's going on? Isn't the main team of Modu University behind us?"

The student fell to his knees with a thud, panting heavily, his face filled with despair.

"It's over... it's all over!"

"Otherworlders... there are Otherworlders everywhere!"

"Our team was scattered! Many people are dead!"

"And..."

He looked up, and the news he delivered made everyone feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

"The path is cut off!"

"The passages leading up have all been sealed off!"

"This Secret Realm... we can't get out!"

Boom!

This sentence was like a heavy bomb, exploding in the crowd.

Can't get out?

How is that possible?!

"What nonsense are you talking!"

Wei Hong grabbed the student's collar and roared sharply.

"How can we not get out of the Secret Realm? Can't we just crush the wristband?"

"It's useless..."

The student gave a miserable laugh.

"We tried, it's all useless."

"Space has been locked down."

"And I heard those Otherworlders say... the core of this Secret Realm has a problem and is collapsing."

"The only way out is to go down."

"Go to the Dungeon on the Eighteenth Floor..."

Everyone's face turned pale.

Go down?

The Otherworlders encountered along the way were already ridiculously strong. Going to the Eighteenth Floor, wasn't that just seeking death?

"What he said is true."

A steady voice sounded.

Cheng Ye walked out from another passage with the Olympus Academy team.

His expression was also very grim, and he was still holding a severed Demon Race arm.

"I've also tried; all communications are cut, and teleportation has failed."

"Now we are like rats trapped in a cage."

He glanced at Qin Lang and nodded slightly.

Then his gaze swept over Wei Hong and the others, with a hint of pity in his eyes.

"The reason those Demon Race members ran just now..."

"Is because just two minutes ago."

"Junior Qin Lang, alone in that passage, killed two Fourth-Tier Demon Clan Members in a row."

"He slaughtered them until their courage broke."

Saying so.

Cheng Ye took out a Recording Stone and activated it directly.

A light screen unfolded in mid-air.

In the image.

Qin Lang was like a god of slaughter.

A sword to the throat, fireballs washing the ground.

Those two arrogant Fourth-Tier Demon Clan Members were like clay chickens or pottery dogs before him, without even a chance to resist.

The images were extremely bloody and highly impactful.

The entire area was deathly silent.

Wei Hong's mouth hung open as he watched the images on the light screen, his whole body frozen.

Lin Qiang's legs went soft, and he slumped directly onto the ground.

Killed... two Fourth-Tiers?

Instant kills?

Is this guy even human?!

They were actually questioning Qin Lang's strength just now? Still wanting to default on his debt?

This was truly like plucking hair from a tiger's head!

"Now."

Qin Lang withdrew his sword and looked at Wei Hong with a calm gaze.

"Any more questions?"

Wei Hong swallowed, his throat feeling dry.

That arrogance and insolence had long since vanished.

In its place was a deep fear.

"No... no."

With trembling hands, he pulled out a specially made Contract Talisman Paper from his robe.

"I... I'll write an IOU."

"I'll pay as soon as we get out, I'll never default."

In the face of this absolute power, all excuses seemed so pale and laughable.

Qin Lang took the IOU, didn't even glance at it, and casually stuffed it into his spatial bag.

"Remember what you said."

"If you dare to be short by even one cent."

"I'll twist your head off and kick it like a ball."

After speaking.

He turned to look toward the end of that pitch-black, deep passage.

The Eighteenth Floor.

There lay the only way to survive.

And also his ultimate goal for this trip.

"Regroup for ten minutes."

"And then..."

"Go to Hell."