Chapter 2372 - 2373: Disaster at the Wine Gathering

Yang Fei personally stepped in and helped Helen finish her hair, as the makeup artist and stylist began working.

Soon, the distinguished and elegant Helen appeared together with Yang Fei in the hall of the Imperial Family's designated hotel, welcoming cultivators from around the world.

The gathering continued until 3 PM.

All 300+ cultivators were accommodated at the Imperial Family's designated hotel.

Meals were taken care of by designated personnel, and each cultivator had a personal assistant.

The Greenworth Imperial Family's designated hotel normally only received visiting envoys from overseas, and those who stayed were either prime ministers or kings.

Such hospitality showcased Helen's utmost sincerity.

However, under normal circumstances, even if Helen increased such treatment tenfold, no one would pay attention.

Besides Yang Fei, no one else in the world had such charisma; even leaders of large countries didn't have such influence.

Yang Fei organized the 300+ cultivators into groups, resembling an army, to patrol day and night with rigorous vigilance.

Yang Fei, An Zichen, and others directly stationed themselves within the Helen Palace.

More than 20 Golden Core cultivators also resided in the palace with Yang Fei.

Such a formidable lineup had gathered the power of all cultivators on Earth Space, yet it was still far from enough.

Yang Fei even mobilized the power of Dragon Island.

A warship refitted by Dragon Island sailed onto the Baltic Sea, ready at any moment to conduct full coverage bombardment on the Helen Palace.

Helen and other high-level figures from the Greenfield Commonwealth had already been secretly relocated to Alang Palace.

Most residents of Greenworth's capital had also been urgently evacuated.

At that moment, Helen Palace and Greenworth's capital had become an empty city.

What worried Yang Fei was that there had been no news of Chen Xingzhu.

Since their last parting, this Demon Race woman seemed to have vanished.

Luckily, everyone remained patient; the Demon Race hadn't appeared, so they trained inside their respective Quiet Rooms.

Mad Blade and Fan Yi were also positioned in the palace.

Mad Blade was a restless guy. After two days, he got bored and clamored to go drinking at a bar.

Fan Yi, on the other hand, was a standard hard cultivator, focused solely on training, ignoring Mad Blade.

Mad Blade had no choice but to find Long Xia, and the two went to a bar to drink.

Most residents of Greenworth's capital had been evacuated.

The business at the bar was not as usual, with only a few scattered patrons.

The dancers on stage flaunted weakly, occasionally casting seductive glances at the drinking customers.

Mad Blade, a veteran of the Mortal World, had barely drunk two glasses when he called out loudly to the owner.

"Owner, if there's good wine, there should be beauties too. Find me a couple."

Long Xia listened nearby, grinned instantly, and lowered his voice.

"If your wife finds out you're partying outside, you'll have to kneel on a washboard."

Mad Blade laughed heartily and cursed.

"A washboard it is then. A real man kneels when he must, but beauties shouldn't be missed even for a day."

Long Xia burst into laughter; that was Mad Blade, always carefree and unruly, even after marriage.

Soon, the owner indeed found four or five hostesses, chirping like orioles, entering the private room.

Long Xia glanced at the owner.

The owner was a typical black man, with dark skin and a robust physique.

His entire body seemed to possess endless strength, remarkably powerful.

Long Xia's heart tensed, as he took notice.

Such a character didn't look like someone running a bar and pimping.

Since following Yang Fei, Long Xia had been through countless battles, highly sensitive to danger.

Looking at the black owner, he instinctively felt something was amiss.

Mad Blade also noticed the owner and, seeing Long Xia's serious expression, exchanged a glance with him.

Mad Blade took out a cigarette, waving at the owner.

"Brother, got a lighter?"

The black owner was slightly stunned, then took out a lighter and tossed it onto the table.

"This lighter for the guest, enjoy your time."

Mad Blade stood up, nonchalantly pulling out a gun, with a click opening the safety catch, aiming it at the owner.

"Sorry, I need you to light it for me."

The owner's body stiffened, slowly turning around with a flickering shadow on his face, then revealing a smile.

"It's just a light, why pull out a gun?"

"Greenworth has anti-riot police. Brother, be careful."

He slowly walked over, picked up the lighter from the table, clicked it, and lit the cigarette for Mad Blade.

The small lighter flame burned slowly.

Mad Blade smoked, exhaling two long streams of smoke through his nose.

In the flickering flame, Mad Blade suddenly noticed the black man's pupils were blood-red, flickering with a fierce light.

Mad Blade's mind raced; in all creature races, only the Demon Race had such eye color.

The Demon Race had indeed descended!

Mad Blade exhaled a puff of smoke onto the black man's face.

The cigarette butt, with sparks, shot out like a bullet.

Thud!

The cigarette butt, infused with Mad Blade's entire Spiritual Origin Qi, equaled the power of a Flying Sword, instantly piercing the black man's brow.

Roar!

The black man let out a roar, black smoke billowing from him, resembling mist released by a fleeing jellyfish.

Mad Blade, rich in combat experience, immediately lunged into the mist.

He drew a Triangular Military Spike without hesitation, thrusting forward violently like a venomous snake emerging from its cave.

Clang!

In the mist, large sparks flew.

Mad Blade felt his Triangular Military Spike strike something hard, and a tremendous force rebounded.

His hand burned, nearly losing grip on the Triangular Military Spike.

Mad Blade focused his gaze, startled.

The black man had transformed into a hideously ugly creature never seen before.

Its entire body was covered in hard scales, a long tail dragging behind, with a horn on its head.

Mad Blade's full-powered strike hadn't even pierced the creature's scales.

Mad Blade stared at his indestructible alloy Military Spike, bent and deformed, shocked.

Whoosh!

The creature's tail swung like a whip, striking Mad Blade, sending him flying, creating chaos at the scene.

Long Xia rose instantly, holding a long knife hilt in hand.

His knife hilt quickly condensed Qi of Geng Metal, forming a long blade in an instant.

This was a Fourth Level Magical Instrument, its hilt gathering energy using a Spirit Gathering Array, turning Qi of Geng Metal into an actual blade in moments.

Long Xia's instrument formed instantly, just as he prepared to leap forward, his arms tightened.

Long Xia glanced sideways, realizing the beauties snuggled up to him had completely transformed without him noticing.

Both beauties had identical appearances, cloaked in black without any discernible face, only two scarlet eyes like burning flames.

Their arms had turned into illusory black shadows yet remained incredibly strong, firmly binding Long Xia.