"Silence."
At the crucial moment, the First Cardinal spoke, "The selection大会 has concluded. The victor shall proceed to the center of the square."
Morofi was completely bewildered, only now understanding what had transpired.
"The Holy Emperor favors you."
The red-robed Archbishop spoke, and a golden paper slowly fluttered down, landing in Morofi's hand. "Sign your name, and from this day forth, you shall be the Seventh Cardinal of the Angelic Holy Assembly."
Morofi, filled with excitement, quickly wrote his name.
The moment the name was written, the sky suddenly darkened.
The clouds churned violently, and then a beam of light pierced through, falling upon Morofi.
His white robes slowly turned red.
From then on, the seventh Cardinal was named… Morofi.
…
However, these were trivial matters.
At least, no one else cared who became the Seventh Cardinal.
They were more concerned about… the wager.
"Esteemed attendees," the First Cardinal spoke again, "The大会 has concluded. Everyone… you may disperse."
"Uh…"
Upon hearing this, everyone froze.
Where were the wagers?
In previous selection大会s, the wagers were always settled before the conclusion was announced.
This time, no announcement was made. What did it mean?
After a brief silence, the members of the Illuminati were the first to rise.
"Haha, let's go."
With that, they all directly stepped off the high platform and departed.
"What do we do?" Old Demon was frantic.
"…"
Chen Fan remained silent.
At this moment, not only the Illuminati, but also the Angelic Holy Assembly, the Dark Church… even Grie from the Demon Beast Legion chose to temporarily forget, as if there had never been any wager.
"Hold on."
Seeing Chen Fan's silence, Old Demon grew more anxious.
My blade.
"Let them go."
Suddenly, Chen Fan's voice rang out.
His voice was soft, yet everyone could hear it.
Old Demon was unwilling, but he still stopped, looking at Chen Fan with a wronged expression.
Lan Kuang's eyes were filled with rage, but he said nothing.
Chen Fan said to Lan Kuang, "You recognize all these factions, correct?"
"I do."
"Good."
Chen Fan nodded. "Upon our return to Wenlan City, the Lantian family will immediately disband everyone."
Though he didn't know why, Lan Kuang responded without hesitation, "Yes."
"Alright, let's go."
As he finished speaking, Chen Fan actually stood up.
Old Demon seemed to recall something and followed suit.
Only his demonically charged gaze was filled with violent killing intent.
Chen Fan was remarkably nonchalant, standing up and leaving.
Defaulting on the bet, huh? Fine.
We'll see.
At this moment, Lan Kuang directly pulled out a satellite phone. "Father, the direct descendants of Lantian must immediately go into hiding. Abandon Wenlan City, and at the same time, dismiss all guards…"
"Let's go."
The three leaped off the high platform, heading directly down the mountain.
…
Everyone's expressions changed.
What was Chen Fan doing?
Disbanding subordinate factions, becoming an isolated individual.
A strong sense of crisis arose in everyone's hearts.
"Not good."
Someone reacted, their face paling. "He's going to make a move against the various factions."
Excluding Lan Kuang, Chen Fan and Old Demon alone were enough to send shivers down one's spine.
Old Demon, at first glance, was no good person.
Just three days prior, at the foot of the Holy Mountain, under the gaze of countless eyes, he had beheaded a black-robed bishop of the Dark Holy Hall. His power was undeniable.
And Chen Fan… this one was clearly stronger than Old Demon.
If these two were to hide and strike at the various factions, it would be a nightmare for everyone.
"Fellow Daoist Chen."
Grie from the Demon Beast Legion walked over.
He directly took out the flood dragon's corpse and handed it to Chen Fan. "This is the wager. Please accept it."
"No need."
Chen Fan's gaze was as calm as water, like an unfathomable abyss.
Yet, this gaze only intensified Grie's ominous premonition.
This person truly harbored murderous intent.
At this moment, Grie hesitated. Was this person truly unafraid of incurring the wrath of all of Dameria?
Or rather… was he truly going to slaughter the world?
The thought alone was chilling.
For a mere treasure, offending a powerful harbinger of death would undoubtedly be a loss.
With this thought, Grie chuckled. "Brother Chen, you jest. This flood dragon's corpse should rightfully be yours."
He then pushed the flood dragon's corpse forward.
Who would have thought, Chen Fan actually pushed it back.
Grie: "???"
So dismissive?
"Heh,"
Chen Fan's face remained expressionless. "I do not like to take advantage of others, nor do I like others taking advantage of me."
"If you think I, Chen Fan, am good-tempered or easy to bully, feel free to try. Of course… you can also try to kill me. Then we'll see who suffers in the end."
No more hiding, I've laid my cards on the table.
I intend to retaliate against you.
Not convinced?
Then let's fight.
His gaze swept across all the factions in turn.
Under his gaze, everyone subconsciously lowered their heads.
"Let's go."
Chen Fan prepared to leave.
"Brother Chen."
Grie once again blocked his path.
Chen Fan frowned. Grie quickly explained, "To express my apologies, the flood dragon's corpse doesn't count. I have another ancient corpse here, please don't mind it, Fellow Daoist."
With that, Grie directly handed over a ring.
Spatial rings were not uncommon.
A divine sense scan revealed another flood dragon's corpse within the ring.
The Demon Beast Legion actually possessed two flood dragon corpses.
This meant their value doubled.
"Alright then."
Chen Fan assumed an expression of reluctant acceptance. "Then I shall gratefully accept."
With that, he collected both flood dragon corpses into the ring, along with the ring itself.
…