The Lingerie Tycoon's Renown Rings Out: Chapter 89, Hurry and Come Duel With Me

“You still have a chance to live. Are you certain you want to throw your life away?”

The longsword glowing with red light still brimmed with immense power.

With that sword leveled at him, Luo Xingchen felt as though he were being stared down by a bloodthirsty beast.

But to Luo Changtian, whether it was a savage beast or a cute little creature, it was all much the same.

And that very attitude displeased him.

It gave Luo Xingchen the distinct feeling that he had been insulted.

“Why waste so many words?”

Li Minghao let out a chilling sneer.

“The moment you came to my door, there was already no room left between us but death!”

“And not just between you and me! Between your Supreme Qi-Guiding Sect and me as well!”

“And beyond that... the entire Northern Mystic Province and me!”

“And more than that, the whole land of the Nine Provinces in the future!”

“What happened hundreds of thousands of years ago—now that I have returned, I will reclaim it all, piece by piece!”

“Tenfold! A hundredfold! A thousandfold! Ten thousandfold!!!”

Luo Xingchen could not help but laugh.

“Hundreds of thousands of years ago, you were beaten like a stray dog. How do you even have the nerve to say something like that today?”

“With your current strength, you want to make an enemy of the whole world? Why are you always fantasizing about absurd strokes of luck?”

“Who do you think you are?”

“You? Worthy of standing against the whole world?”

“I’m begging you—go find a puddle and take a good look at yourself, would you?”

“What delusions are you puffing yourself up with every day?”

“Ah, speaking of puffing yourself up, that reminds me of something. It should suit you perfectly.”

As he spoke, Luo Xingchen took out two gas masks produced by the system.

He put one on himself, then handed the other to Ye Mingyue and had her put it on properly.

With a thought, he released all the foul air he had drawn before.

In an instant, an unbelievably vile stench spread through the hall.

A system-made gas mask truly lived up to its name. Even a smell that could not be shut out by holding one’s breath or sealing off one’s senses vanished completely once the mask was on.

He should have taken it out and used it that night.

Ye Mingyue still had no idea what was happening.

But she very quickly found out.

First, the air visibly turned murky.

Then Li Minghao, who had no gas mask, had his expression shift slightly.

And then it changed violently.

Stench.

An overpowering, unspeakable stench.

The unbearable odor surged madly into his nostrils.

There was no blocking it.

At first, Li Minghao managed to endure it by force.

But within seconds, even that became impossible.

He felt an overwhelming urge to vomit.

So he hurriedly sealed off his sense of smell.

Yet to his horror, even after shutting it off, the stench still would not be stopped.

“Urk—”

At last, unable to bear it any longer, Li Minghao vomited.

Ye Mingyue froze at the sight.

Wh-what kind of technique was this?

Since when could one fight an enemy like this?

This, this, this...

It was simply beyond shameless!

At that moment, Luo Xingchen’s voice sounded again beside her.

“Ye Mingyue, go outside first. I’m going to have some fun with this fellow.”

Even through the gas mask, one look at Luo Xingchen’s eyes told her something was wrong.

He was definitely about to pull out some bizarre trick again.

In any case, leaving now could only be the right choice.

Without a word, Ye Mingyue turned and left at once.

From behind her came Luo Changtian’s voice again.

“Remember to stay farther from the main hall. Once I start the technique, the area it covers will be rather large.”

Ye Mingyue did not reply, but her pace quickened.

By the time she stepped out of the hall, Little Yang was still locked in combat with an attendant wreathed in black mist.

Several corpses already lay on the ground.

This attendant was the last one.

A flicker of surprise passed through Ye Mingyue’s eyes.

All this time, she had overlooked Little Yang’s strength.

She had never expected this ordinary-looking fellow to be so powerful as well.

She could not sense his cultivation, but Ye Mingyue knew very well that Little Yang was absolutely stronger than she was.

And by more than just a single realm.

Still, she did not dwell on it. Out of goodwill, she offered him a warning: “The master is about to use a technique. You’d best get farther away from this hall.”

Little Yang, still fighting the black-mist attendant without pausing his movements, grinned and said, “Many thanks for the reminder, Princess Mingyue. Please go on ahead—I’ll finish this fellow off in just a moment!”

Senior Luo’s test still has to be completed. I can’t give up halfway!

Ye Mingyue said nothing more. She rose lightly into the air and drifted to the top of a distant palace wall.

Then she turned and looked back toward the main hall nearly two hundred meters away.

This distance was just right.

Inside the hall.

Li Minghao was still vomiting wildly.

Once there was nothing left in his stomach, he began retching up bile.

As he vomited, he glared at Luo Xingchen and cursed furiously.

“What kind of filthy trick is this?”

“Are you even a real man? If you are, give me a mask and fight me like a real man!”

“If you won’t give me a mask, then at least take off the one on your face! Draw your sword and come cross blades with me at once!”

Li Minghao roared himself hoarse.

He was practically being driven insane.

Luo Xingchen merely kept smiling and ignored him.

Seeing that the time was about right, and that the negative emotions on Li Minghao’s side had been accumulated almost enough, Luo Xingchen prepared to activate his skill.

If one was going to humiliate a person, it ought to be done thoroughly—inside and out, from every angle, without leaving a single blind spot.

And just then, Li Minghao gave a shrill cry and hurled out his sword.

The red blade whistled as it shot toward Luo Xingchen.

Luo Xingchen flicked a finger, and from a distance shattered the crimson sword.

It turned into a pile of worthless scrap metal and clattered across the floor.

A peerless divine blade in the eyes of others looked no different from an ordinary lump of iron in Luo Xingchen’s eyes. Even destroying it stirred not the slightest regret.

All the more so because it was an evil sword.

And someone else’s at that.

That made it even easier on the conscience.

When Li Minghao saw his treasured sword destroyed, his eyes instantly split with rage.

He tried to say something, but the moment he opened his mouth he began dry heaving again.

There was not even any bile left to vomit up.

“Don’t be so upset. Come—dance a little and cheer yourself up.”

Luo Xingchen smiled faintly and activated the skill.

A familiar tune rang out.

“Pull the turnip, pull the turnip, heave-ho, heave-ho, pull the turnip...”

Pull the turnip!

Another children’s dance song.

Yet as the music began, Li Minghao suddenly started pounding the floor wildly with his fists.

Under the frenzied outpouring of force, the solid stone flooring of the great hall was smashed into a deep pit.

Then Li Minghao leaped straight into it.

But once half his body had gone in, he stopped moving; his feet had not even touched the bottom.

He was stuck.

Then Li Minghao began twisting in a bizarre posture.

His face, however, was filled with terror.

Under that violent writhing, he forced himself tighter and tighter into the pit until at last only his head remained outside.

At that moment, the doors of the hall were pushed open, and Little Yang and the black-mist attendant rushed inside.

They came to Li Minghao, who now had only his head above the ground. The black-mist attendant wrapped his arms around Li Minghao’s head, while Little Yang hugged the black-mist attendant around the waist.

“Pull the turnip, pull the turnip, heave-ho, heave-ho, pull the turnip...”