I control the world with magic

An arrogant and frivolous voice sounded in the room. When the voice sounded, everyone present was horrified. Some guests who were closer to Murong Yun at the door even collapsed to the ground in fear.

Because the voice came from Murong Yun.

Murong Yun's eyes were red with anger, and he scanned his surroundings frantically, but there was no one. At this time, Murong Zhuo's hawk-like eyes were cast.

"No... It's not me! Father, I didn't say that just now!"

"Of course it's not you." The arrogant voice sounded again, and then a terrifying scene appeared. Murong Yun's body turned into a double image, and Arrogance slowly walked out of his body.

"You! You you you..." Murong Yun was so scared that he almost peed on the spot, and hurriedly checked his body, fearing that the other party had done something to him.

Pride walked leisurely, and the crowds dispersed wherever he passed. The silver smile on his face pierced Murong Zhuo's eyes deeply, making his pupils shrink uncontrollably. As a silver-level third-level transcendent, although he didn't have to fight on weekdays, he still had good eyesight. This kind of weird method was not one of the known laws.

Teleport? Possession? Killing people from a distance? What kind of law is this?

"I'm a little tired of playing for so long. It's time to end this show." Pride walked towards Murong Zhuo step by step. His contemptuous attitude even made Murong Zhuo's face gloomy.

Swish!

Murong Zhuo took the initiative, and several wind blades shot out, blocking all directions around Pride. The sharp wind blades passed through Pride's body, but it was like passing through the air, without any effect.

The attack didn't work, but a sneer appeared on his lips, and his old eyes flashed with a light that saw through everything: "As expected, you didn't bring up the slightest wind when you moved, and you were able to ignore my [Wind Dance Spirit Blade]. If I'm right, this is not your true body at all.

Hmph! It's just an illusion!"

The old nobleman finally found the clue. All his laws are related to the wind. As long as you perceive it carefully, you can naturally notice that the arrogant's every move did not bring up the slightest wind.

The wind is everywhere, whether it is walking, or the throat vibrating to make a sound, or even the trembling of hair, it will bring up the wind. This is difficult for ordinary people to detect, but it is not difficult for Murong Zhuo.

He didn't notice it before because people are used to perceiving with their eyes, and his whole mind has long been disturbed by the golden eye.

The arrogant man whose true background was known was still arrogant, and his voice became more and more playful: "So you are used to calling things that you can't understand illusions?

It seems that I have to be a little more serious."

After the voice fell, the whole banquet hall suddenly flickered frequently, as if the circuit was disturbed by some kind of interference and became poorly connected. The arrogant figure was looming, like a ghost, and the silver smiley mask on his face seemed to come alive at this moment, and the sneer at the corner of his mouth became stronger.

Suddenly, low and ancient whispers sounded in the air, as if pouring out from the dark abyss. It was an incomprehensible whisper full of chaos and madness, and it was a serious provocation to human reason.

"Ah! Ah!!"

"Ah ah ah!"

The screams continued to ring out, and some ordinary people in the field seemed to be crazy, collapsed to the ground with painful expressions, and their bodies kept struggling. The whispers were like slender fingers scratching their eardrums.

The shadow under Pride's feet bloomed and twisted like a kaleidoscope, and in the blink of an eye it split into ten, surrounding him. The shadows dispersed, and countless tiny runes that moved like tadpoles in the twisting covered the entire banquet hall.

Murong Zhuo's face suddenly changed, and he suddenly doubted his judgment. This terrifying whispering sound obviously carried some evil power, and it didn't seem like an illusion.

This was certainly not an illusion, but Su Mu's simulated whispering of the snake god using [Silent Heaven]. Although it was tangible but not spiritual, it was more than enough to influence some ordinary people.

"Murong Zhuo, I... pronounce you dead."

In the strange whispering sound, Pride's voice sounded like a judgment of God, and his tone was filled with indifference and superiority.

The next moment, Pride slowly raised his arm and gently stroked Murong Zhuo, who was still several meters away, and the strobe lights just went out.

[Flowers Bloom in an Instant]!

Time seemed to freeze at this moment. Everyone stood still as if time had stopped. Those who fell to the ground and screamed were silent.

Pride still kept raising his hand. The fear on Murong Zhuo's face had already solidified. The fear on the faces of the others was the same.

But if you look closely, this is not time stopping at all. People are still moving, but their movements have become extremely slow. In the face of Pride's movements, Murong Zhuo's old eyebrows crawled like a turtle.At this time, Nangong Mengli in the crowd moved. She walked out of her body as if her soul had left her body. There was another identical her in the original place, maintaining the original movement. The one in the original place was an illusion created by Su Mu in advance. The real Nangong Mengli had cold eyes, and her body seemed to be under great pressure, trembling forward. Her speed was not fast, but compared with the movements of others who were countless times slower, her speed was so fast that the human eye could not form an image in the retina. She walked step by step, her body was shrouded in darkness, and soon walked behind Pride. She continued to move forward, her figure gradually overlapped with Pride, and then walked out of Pride's body as if through a mold, and came to Murong Zhuo. Murong Zhuo finally reacted. The fear and shock on his face took shape at an extremely slow speed, and the pupils in his eyes began to shrink. He seemed to realize something and raised his right hand little by little. Watching the other party's movements that seemed to be slowed down ten times, Nangong Mengli's mouth showed a cold smile: "Go to hell, Murong Zhuo!"

Swish!

A flash of cold light passed by. It was the mithril dagger in Nangong Mengli's hand. She used all her strength in this attack, carrying twenty years of hatred, and slashed Murong Zhuo's neck without any hindrance.

A thin blood line appeared, exposing the throat, cervical vertebrae, and blood inside...

The blood was sprayed, crawling into the air little by little.

After doing all this, Nangong Mengli seemed to be exhausted, her face turned pale, and she forced herself to return to her original position, but her expression was extremely relaxed, as if she had unloaded a heavy burden.

The moment she returned to her position, time flowed normally again.

The strobe lights flashed brightly, illuminating the horrifying scene in front of her.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the arrogant hand slowly dropped, and at the same time, a blood line appeared on Murong Zhuo's neck, and the blood line expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, sizzling...

Blood gushed out crazily, Murong Zhuo's head began to shift, and finally... bang!

Fell to the ground!

The whole place was silent for a moment!

Murong Zhuo... was dead!