"Buying clothes is simple, why don't you just buy them all?"
Hearing Zhou Haoyu's straight-man words, Jiang Shaoxu immediately stomped on his foot, pouting, "If I had that much money, would I still need to ask you?"
Zhou Haoyu shrugged. This indeed wasn't some ordinary shopping district—any random piece of clothing cost tens of thousands, some even hundreds of thousands.
Too lazy to argue with him, Jiang Shaoxu directly hooked onto Zhou Haoyu's arm, dragging him toward another clothing store.
Zhou Haoyu could only look helpless, letting Mu Ningxue go back to meet up with Mu Nu Jiao and the others first.
After winding through several turns, Zhou Haoyu followed Jiang Shaoxu until they finally arrived at a lingerie boutique.
Staring at the dazzling rows of women's lingerie, Zhou Haoyu's eyes nearly popped out.
"You brought me here?"
Zhou Haoyu stiffly turned his neck, staring at Jiang Shaoxu in disbelief.
You're picking lingerie… and you actually need me to choose for you?
"Other people would kill just to sneak a glance, and here you are pretending. You should be laughing to yourself."
Jiang Shaoxu showed not the slightest hint of shyness. Instead, she proudly stuck out her chest as she spoke.
Zhou Haoyu's mouth twitched. This woman really loved playing with fire!
She forcibly dragged Zhou Haoyu into the shop, picked up a few pieces and fiddled with them, then asked, "Which one do you think suits me best?"
Zhou Haoyu arched a brow, pointing at one in her hand. "Isn't this size a little too small for you?"
Jiang Shaoxu froze for a moment, quickly glanced at the size label, then shot him a coquettish glare, spitting out, "Pervert!"
Zhou Haoyu looked innocent. That was something anyone could see at a glance—how was that being a pervert?
In the end, just to save time and get back to enjoy the night with Mu Ningxue, Zhou Haoyu picked one out for her.
A little while later, Jiang Shaoxu called out from inside the fitting room, "Captain, I can't fasten the clasp in the back, come in and help me pull it."
For a moment, Zhou Haoyu didn't react.
That sly fox definitely did this on purpose!
After only a brief hesitation, Zhou Haoyu stepped inside the fitting room.
The next instant, something soft rammed into him, pushing him back against the wooden wall.
His eyes were instantly filled with spring scenery—the palm-sized fabric covered almost nothing at all.
"Captain, compared to Mu Ningxue, whose figure do you think is better?"
Jiang Shaoxu's voice dripped with a seductive allure, like a vixen sucking away one's very soul.
Zhou Haoyu only dazed for a moment before decisively answering, "Mu Ningxue."
In an instant, Jiang Shaoxu's beautiful eyes widened round, her chest heaving in anger, as if blood might spurt from her throat.
She had gone this far, and yet this man still dared to call out Mu Ningxue's name!
All the atmosphere she had painstakingly built up collapsed. Jiang Shaoxu hurriedly dressed, then stormed out the fitting room, slamming the door behind her.
Zhou Haoyu only shrugged. Mu Ningxue was simply too perfect in every aspect.
If it were a comparison between Jiang Shaoxu and Mu Nu Jiao, then maybe he'd need to think about it.
"You damn—Jiang Shaoxu, you didn't even pay yet!"
Elsewhere on the street, hail suddenly poured down from the sky, leaving the ground in ruins, riddled with holes where ice chunks smashed through.
Inside a café, Mo Fan ignored the wounds covering his body, his face grim as he looked at the black-clothed man outside.
That man was an Executioner, sent to assassinate him.
And Mo Fan wasn't the only target—the Executioner's true goal also included Zhou Haoyu.
After Zhou Haoyu destroyed the Black Vatican's so-called Deification Ceremony in the Ancient Capital, the Black Vatican longed to kill him at any cost.
But Zhou Haoyu's strength far outstripped Mo Fan's. So the Executioner chose to strike first at the weaker one.
"Mo Fan, don't hold back your trump cards—we have to endure until the Temple Mages arrive!"
Zhao Manyan quickly activated the Seal of Ba Xia, then donned his golden gleaming Armor Magic Equipment, stacking several layers of defensive magic atop it.
"Tch, looks like a pampered rich family brat."
Executioner Peili sneered, raising his right hand and striking downward.
A massive ice lance over five meters long hurtled at Zhao Manyan.
The Seal of Ba Xia doubled his defenses, but Peili's Domain halved the strength of Zhao Manyan's spirit seed.
It basically canceled out.
Bang!!
With a thunderous crash, Zhao Manyan—wrapped in his Armor Magic Equipment—was sent flying.
Mo Fan's face grew grim. He could no longer afford to conserve the Time Liquid.
He immediately poured the Time Liquid down his Contract Beast's throat.
Mo Fan's Contract Beast was none other than the Great Thunder Roc Bird from atop Mount Hua.
Though still a juvenile, once it drank the Time Liquid its body began expanding rapidly, wings in the blink of an eye blanketing nearly the entire street.
Thunder rolled as countless purple bolts of lightning crackled down.
The Roc King—master of lightning!
"How is this possible!"
Peili's pupils shrank. That pressure unmistakably belonged to the Monarch level!!
Though he considered himself strong, before a Monarch he was utterly insignificant.
"Run!!"
That was the only thought in Peili's mind.
But among the Great Thunder Roc Bird's abilities, lightning came first, and speed came second!
In just a few breaths, a colossal roc talon descended from the skies, seizing Peili in an unbreakable grip.
Even a Super-level mage would struggle to escape such an attack, let alone Peili—a mere High-level mage.
"Damn you, Mo Fan! With a trump card this strong, why didn't you use it earlier?"
Zhao Manyan, heavily injured, couldn't help but curse upon seeing the scene.
Mo Fan gave a bitter smile. He'd only wanted to keep a card hidden in hand.
As for why he hadn't summoned the Great Thunder Roc Bird earlier—mainly because it was still in its juvenile stage, with strength only around mid–Warriorl level.
In battles between High-level mages, a Warrior's strength didn't amount to much—far less useful than his Swift Star Wolf, which had already reached the growth stage.
While the two spoke, the Great Thunder Roc Bird had already crushed Peili to death with one claw.
It was only then that the Temple Mages finally arrived, their faces full of dread as they looked up at the Roc King looming over the street.
Such a being was absolutely beyond what they could contend with.
Just as they were about to retreat, a corpse was flung toward them.
"Mentor, this looks like the Executioner we've been tracking."
One of the younger Temple Mages suddenly spoke.
The leading Purple Wind Temple Mage also took a closer look and confirmed it was indeed the Executioner. But how had he provoked such a terrifying Monarch?
Suddenly, the Purple Wind Temple Mage noticed that the Roc King above seemed to harbor no hostility toward them.
Otherwise, they would already have shared the same fate as the Executioner.
"That's a Contract Seal… this is a contracted beast of some mage?"
At that moment, the Purple Wind Temple Mage sensed the Contract Seal on the Roc King.
To be able to contract a Monarch-level creature, the summoner behind it had to be a true pinnacle among Super-level mages!
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