Max Level Return—I'll Protect That Fragile One

Xiao Qiao recognized the eager anticipation in White Eyebrow Old Zhang.

He didn’t think Huo Wen’an and Xu Xingguang would be a match for the Old Palace Master of Hell Palace, yet he had a gut feeling that Huo Wen’an and Xu Xingguang would be unharmed.

This intuition came out of nowhere.

Xiao Qiao has always believed that intuition is a strange energy higher than science and thought.

Human intuition is more important than anything else.

”Old Zhang,” Xiao Qiao seriously cautioned White Eyebrow Old Zhang: ”If you want to join the fun, that’s fine, but I advise you not to help that old pervert deal with those two.”

White Eyebrow Old Zhang was a little surprised, chewing on a toothpick as he walked toward the Demon Palace, casually asking, ”Why?”

Why?

Xiao Qiao said with an air of nonchalance, ”That old pervert is undoubtedly doomed today.”

White Eyebrow Old Zhang’s steps halted, his toothpick accidentally piercing his gums.

Xiao Qiao’s superpower is spells. Initially, Xiao Qiao would say ten spells and at most one or two would come true. Now his ability has strengthened, and the accuracy of the spells has improved. Now, if he says ten spells, six or seven will be accurate.

He said that the old pervert is undoubtedly doomed today, which means there is a sixty to seventy percent chance he will certainly die.

White Eyebrow Old Zhang stared at the bloodstain on the toothpick, frowned, and said to Xiao Qiao, ”If there’s excitement, it’s a pity not to watch.”

”Wait a moment.”

After confirming 001 was not in mortal danger, Xiao Qiao finally left the hospital and rushed toward the Demon Palace. At the same time, all offenders on Bai Ze Island were walking the streets, eager to watch the excitement at the Demon Palace.

They were eager to witness the historic scene of the Old Palace Master brutally killing those two egotistical individuals.

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The Old Palace Master of Hell Palace, also known as the foster father of Yan Jingchen and others, is named Yan Wusheng.

No one knows exactly how old Yan Wusheng is, but more than two hundred years ago, he was already a notorious villain of the Eastern Alliance.

Originally a regiment leader in the Eastern Alliance Army, he was sentenced to prison for violating military orders, imprisoned in the Black Sea Prison—known for the harshest criminal penalties of the Eastern Alliance.

Yan Wusheng refused to serve his prison sentence, broke his shackles during the transfer to Black Sea Prison, and killed the prison guards to escape.

When fleeing to the border between the Eastern Alliance and the Black Sea, he was blockaded by an extermination squad sent by the Eastern Alliance Army. It’s said that squad consisted of 16 Super Power Users.

Yet Yan Wusheng, despite being in a desperate situation, managed to kill 12 and severely wound four Super Power Users, successfully escaping.

After reaching Bai Ze Island, Yan Wusheng worked under the Old Palace Master of the time, and later killed that Old Palace Master to seize power, becoming one of the three overlords of Bai Ze Island.

In the face of a fierce role like Yan Wusheng, mere Combat Dolls would hardly stand a chance against him.

This is exactly what Yan Wusheng thought.

He merely regarded those two Combat Dolls as Super Power Users disguised as civilians, capable of killing Yan Jingchen and others—commendable skills.

Yet those skills did not warrant his fear.

Therefore, upon arriving at Bai Ze Island, Yan Wusheng boldly issued a battle order to those two Combat Dolls.

But Yan Wusheng waited in vain for their challenge.

The plane hovered over the Demon Palace, while Yan Wusheng stood under the cabin door, staring at the destroyed tower of the Demon Palace and the ruined Toy Pool in the western mountains, his eyes filled with cruelty.

Yan Wusheng’s venomous tiger gaze swept below, trying to find the figures of Huo Wen’an and Xu Xingguang, but he couldn’t find them.

”Heh.”

Yan Wusheng’s voice, under the fluctuation of powerful energy, reverberated throughout Bai Ze Island: ”You little bastards, don’t dare to face me in battle, planning to hide and play turtle?”

Yan Wusheng stood with hands behind his back, a cruel smile emerging on his authoritative face. ”To cause havoc in my Hell Palace, do you think hiding will let you escape unscathed?”

”How about this, let’s play a game.” It seems everyone in Hell Palace loves playing games.

Yan Wusheng, filled with wickedness, said, ”The game rules are simple, within five minutes, whoever brings me the other’s head first can safely leave Bai Ze Island.”

”I give you the chance to survive, but the chance to live belongs only to one person.”

”How about it, isn’t this game merciful?”

After stating the game’s rules, Yan Wusheng subconsciously glanced at the time on the Intelligent Brain Terminal and said, ”Countdown begins.”

Yan Wusheng awaited a delightful spectacle.

He never plays by the rules; he just wants to see a couple destroying each other.

Ruining his Hell Palace, killing his foster children—neither of them should expect to leave Bai Ze Island alive.

Not only will they not survive, but he also plans to dismember them, scatter their flesh in the woods and Black Sea, feed the beasts, feed the sea beasts.

In death, there won’t be peace.

While Yan Wusheng was counting down on the plane, Huo Wen’an and Xu Xingguang were savoring fine wine in Yan Ruhong’s cellar.

Since arriving in the Divine Martial Realm, Huo Wen’an had not tasted decent food or drunk intoxicating wine.

The pair clinked glasses and drank, Xu Xingguang taking a sip of wine, reminding Huo Wen’an, ”Once the fighting starts, be sure not to damage this wine cellar, it would be a pity to break such fine wines.”

Huo Wen’an raised an eyebrow, ”I think this Demon Palace is quite beautifully constructed; it would make a fitting headquarters for us.”

Xu Xingguang agreed, ”It’s a good idea.”

In the sky, Yan Wusheng saw only one minute left on the countdown, yet the little brats had not appeared, and his expression grew more sinister.

”Countdown, fifty seconds!” Yan Wusheng sneered coldly toward the Demon Palace below: ”If you don’t come out, I’ll tear you both to pieces!”

At this moment, the Demon Palace door swung open from inside, and a man clasping a black snake-head cane in his right hand calmly stepped out.

No head in his hand.

Seeing Huo Wen’an refuse to partake in Yan Wusheng’s game, choosing instead direct confrontation, the felons watching in secret around the Demon Palace were somewhat surprised.

Whether Huo Wen’an lives or dies today, his bold courage had already won over some people.

White Eyebrow Old Zhang leaned against a maple tree, arms crossed, and laughed: ”That little guy sure is audacious.”

Xiao Qiao looked worriedly at Huo Wen’an, his expression heavy, ignoring White Eyebrow Old Zhang.

From the plane, Yan Wusheng saw Huo Wen’an dared to bravely face him, paused, then grinned sinisterly. ”Too bad, it seems you don’t want to play games with me. But.”

Yan Wusheng glanced behind Huo Wen’an, deliberately taunting: ”Where’s your little lover? Why would she let you come alone to die?”

”Looks like she doesn’t care much for you, eh? It’s truly the saying coming true: husband and wife birds from the same forest fly apart in great danger.”

In the face of Yan Wusheng’s provocation, Huo Wen’an showed no sign of anger or hurt.

He raised his cane, smirked contemptuously at Yan Wusheng, and spoke plainly: ”To beat you, one stick is enough. Why would my wife need to do it herself?”

Yan Wusheng’s smile froze instantly at his lips.