The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign

Suddenly, before the faction led by Lai Zhuge could even speak, the conference room door was abruptly pushed open. An extremely mocking voice echoed, taunting them mercilessly.

The moment the voice sounded, the entire conference room fell into a stunned, deathly silence that lasted for less than three seconds. The first to snap back to reality was the young Master Zhou, his face flushed with anger. "How dare you! Who are you? Do you have any idea what this place is? Security! Security!"

"No need to call for them. I already knocked out that trash. They’re sleeping soundly now!" Qin Fan said nonchalantly, chewing on an apple as he strolled in.

"Master Qin!"

The words had barely left Qin Fan’s mouth when Lai Zhuge and his group jolted from their astonishment. One by one, they quickly rose to their feet, bowing deeply to greet him.

How did Qin Fan know they were here? How did he even get here? He hadn’t contacted them at all!

Meanwhile, amidst the respectful greetings from Lai Zhuge’s people, the representatives from Xiangjiang were utterly flabbergasted.

Master Qin? This little brat is a ’Master’? He looks too young to even be an apprentice! Damn it, have these people from Jiangzhou all gone mad?

"What? Lai Shenxiang, this is your so-called reinforcement? This is the guy you’ve had us waiting for? Oh, no! Are you joking with us? We’ve wasted four whole days, and you’re telling me we were waiting for *him*?" the young Master Zhou bellowed furiously, pointing a finger at the casually strolling Qin Fan.

A kid who looks barely twenty is their reinforcement? The reinforcement to deal with the Demon Dragon’s energy? What a joke! We’re all very busy people!

However, Lai Zhuge and the others completely ignored him, treating his words as if they were merely the wind. Looking at Qin Fan, Lai Zhuge said with embarrassment, "Master Qin, my apologies for this embarrassing display."

"No, what I see doesn’t matter. What matters is you lot. Your kindness was treated like dirt, and all you got for it was a bellyful of grievances. That’s a complete loss of dignity," Qin Fan said indifferently, shaking his head after taking another bite of his apple. "Anyway, enough of this nonsense. Let’s go. We’ll let them play by themselves and stay out of their mess." From beginning to end, he never once glanced at the contingent of masters from Xiangjiang.

"Yes, Master Qin! As you say!" Lai Zhuge agreed at once, a thought seeming to flash through his mind.

With that, he turned and nodded to the Jiangzhou faction behind him. He then stepped forward, following Qin Fan, who had already turned to leave. They didn’t even bother to bid farewell to the people from Xiangjiang. Truth be told, they had had enough of this humiliation.

These people from Xiangjiang are just a bunch of spoiled brats!

Seeing Lai Zhuge and his group simply walk out, Master Zhou was both panicked and furious. He shouted urgently, "You—!"

But before he could finish his sentence, Qin Fan stopped dead in his tracks and spun around. In the blink of an eye, he hurled the apple core in his hand straight at Master Zhou’s face. "You fucker! A bunch of shameless, ungrateful morons!"

Caught completely off guard, Master Zhou only realized what was happening as the apple core slammed into his face. The force and speed sent him staggering back several steps before he could regain his balance.

Getting hit in the face with a half-eaten apple core?

Once steady, the man—widely acclaimed in Xiangjiang and poised to become the next Heavenly Master—was left utterly stunned. He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe someone would dare do this to him. It wasn’t just him; the other masters from Xiangjiang were also dumbstruck, looking as if they had been struck by lightning. By the time they recovered, Qin Fan, Lai Zhuge, and the rest were already gone.

"Outrageous! Absurd! He’s courting death!" a middle-aged man in his fifties or sixties roared in anger before turning anxiously to Master Zhou. "Master Zhou, are you all right?"

"Master Zhou, how are you?" the other Xiangjiang masters chorused frantically.

Although Zhou Shaofeng was young, he was a renowned figure in Xiangjiang’s world of Magic. In his thirties, his mastery of Geomancy Technique had already surpassed that of his predecessors, placing him at the pinnacle of Xiangjiang. More importantly, he was backed by Zhou Donglin, the man hailed as Xiangjiang’s number one Heavenly Master and the only one the city had seen in many years. This master-disciple duo essentially ruled the entire world of Abnormal Skills in Xiangjiang. Decades had passed, and not only was there still no one who could threaten Zhou Donglin’s position, but even Zhou Shaofeng was considered without peer in the current generation.

Given his status, how could these Xiangjiang masters not panic? How could they not be enraged that Zhou Shaofeng had been assaulted with an apple core?

This wasn’t just an attack on Zhou Shaofeng; it was a slap in the face to the entire world of Abnormal Skills in Xiangjiang!

"Master Zhou, I’ll go after that arrogant prick!" one man yelled, furrowing his brow as he prepared to charge out.

"Stop!"

Zhou Shaofeng pulled a tissue from a box on the conference table to wipe his face, then snarled, "There’s no rush. I, Zhou Shaofeng, will remember this debt. The priority right now is to resolve the problem of the Demon Dragon’s energy. I had originally planned to let that group of fools from Jiangzhou serve as cannon fodder; otherwise, I wouldn’t have had everyone waste days waiting with them. But now, an unexpected variable has ruined the plan!"

"Master Zhou, what do we do next?" a master asked, his brow tightly furrowed with worry.

"We have no choice! We must suppress the Demon Dragon’s energy!" Zhou Shaofeng ground out through clenched teeth. "By noon tomorrow at the latest, its energy will begin to spread uncontrollably. When that happens, our only options will be to flee for our lives or wait for death. So, we must use this last window of time to make our move and take a gamble! If we succeed, the merit will be immeasurable! If we fail, then we die with honor!"

But for someone as proud as him, who valued his reputation and dignity more than life itself, running away was impossible—not in this lifetime. Without a scapegoat, a bloody battle to the death was the only way to preserve his arrogant heart.

In the silence that fell over the room after Zhou Shaofeng’s declaration, a question that was on everyone’s mind finally broke the surface. "Master Zhou, do you know where Heavenly Master Zhou is now? If he were here, our chances would be much greater!"

As the question was asked, all eyes instinctively turned to Zhou Shaofeng, awaiting his answer.

"Half a month ago, my master said he was entering seclusion," Zhou Shaofeng said, shaking his head and letting out a heavy sigh, his gaze turning grim. "He didn’t tell me where he was going, nor when he would emerge. So, relying on him is not an option right now. We can only rely on ourselves. All right, that’s enough talk! We don’t have much time. No matter the cost, we must suppress the Demon Dragon’s energy before noon tomorrow. From this moment, we have less than twenty-four hours! Everyone go back and prepare. We will assemble at the base of Gufeng Ridge in one hour!"

Having said his piece, he adjusted his golden tie, turned sharply, and strode out of the conference room.

"Yes, Master Zhou!"

Behind him, the other masters voiced their assent and quickly dispersed.