"Who would have thought that the infamous Blood-Handed Asura would be such a devoted lover!" In another room, Kaidiluo had already stored the Scepter of Kings and the Crown of Light, and looked at Ling Feng, whose face had turned pale, and said indifferently.

Ling Feng's eyes narrowed, "You recognize me?"

"I have seen you before!" Kaidiluo said, "When you just dissolved and obtained the spiritual power, you revealed your aura, and that's when I was sure! I hadn't expected the notorious Blood-Handed Asura to be so young!"

Pausing for a moment, Kaidiluo continued, "I'll call you Ling Feng now. Although my Church made a deal with you, I still want to thank you for helping us retrieve the Scepter of Kings!"

Ling Feng exhaled slowly, his complexion gradually becoming rosy, "No need, it was merely a transaction! As I said, the Scepter of Kings is of no use to me. We each took what we needed."

Kaidiluo nodded to himself. He had noted Blood-Handed Asura Ling Feng before, after all, they were both among the Eight War Gods.

But in his heart, only a few people like the Dragon King were his true rivals. As for Blood-Handed Asura, he was deemed exceedingly brutal based solely on the wicked reputation others had bestowed upon him!

However, having met him today, Kaidiluo's understanding of Ling Feng had changed!

He hadn't expected the widely reputed ruthless Blood-Handed Asura to be such a lovesick man! However, this image unexpectedly increased Kaidiluo's favor towards Ling Feng.

"If I am not mistaken, the mental bomb in your little girlfriend's mind was left by an Illusionist, wasn't it?" Kaidiluo said indifferently, "May I ask whether the Illusionist is still alive?"

"He's under my house arrest!" Ling Feng said indifferently, "Now that Xiao Rui is out of danger, it's time to deal with him!"

"I suggest you not kill the Illusionist so soon!" Kaidiluo said indifferently, "Although the Illusionist's power isn't very strong, his mastery of spiritual power is quite remarkable! More importantly, the Illusionist belongs to the Hand of Death! Once you kill him, the Hand of Death will not let you go easily!"

Ling Feng scoffed, "No one can harm my loved ones and go unpunished! The Illusionist must die!"

Listened to the ferocious words of Ling Feng, Kaidiluo sighed, "If you insist on killing the Illusionist, you better be careful about one person!"

"Who?"

"The Illusionist's wife, Mo!" Kaidiluo asserted seriously, "Though the Illusionist is renowned as the strongest psychic, to my knowledge, his wife Mo's spiritual power far surpasses his!"

"Mo is really the Illusionist's wife?" Ling Feng frowned.

"Mo is different from the Illusionist. Not only is she a psychic Supernaturalist, but she is also a gold-ranked assassin of the Blood Kill Organization!" Kaidiluo stated indifferently, "If she finds out that you killed the Illusionist, she'll undoubtedly come to Huaxia to seek revenge for him!"

Ling Feng furrowed his brows. A master assassin was extremely difficult to deal with. Although Ling Feng wasn't afraid, he had many friends and family by his side at the moment.

"I understand! I'll consider it carefully!" Ling Feng said indifferently.

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"Are you here to see me off?" In the dungeon beneath the Meizi Club, the Illusionist opened his eyes and looked at Ling Feng indifferently, "I hadn't expected you to break my mental seal and neutralize the mental bomb I set up so quickly. It's truly impressive!"

"Now is not the time for your sentiments!" Ling Feng said coldly, "I ask you one thing, do you want to die, or do you want to live?"

The Illusionist exclaimed in surprise, his face showing disbelief, "You won't kill me?"

"I only ask you whether you want to die or live," Ling Feng said coldly. "If you wish to die, I can oblige you right now, but if you want to live..."

"Even ants cling to life, let alone humans," the Illusionist said with a bitter smile. "State your conditions. I assume you won't let me go so easily, will you?"

"If you want to live," Ling Feng said, "then help me obtain the Nine Nether Blood Lotus! Of course, if the Hand of Death can rescue you during this process, I will accept that!"

"Nine Nether Blood Lotus?" the Illusionist paused, puzzled. "What is that?"

"You don't need to worry about that. You just need to tell me your choice!"

The Illusionist shrugged, "I think my choice is already very clear. I choose the second option—to live!"

After stepping out of the Meizi Club, Ling Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief. With this arrangement, he could use the Illusionist to increase his chances of obtaining the Nine Nether Blood Lotus and also divert the attention of the Hand of Death towards himself, securing some safety for his family!

However, he did not encounter Wei Meizi this time, which left Ling Feng feeling somewhat disappointed.

"Strange, have I gotten used to Wei Meizi's teasing?" Ling Feng shook his head and returned to Saint Di Anfu's side.

By then, Yun Hanrui had already regained consciousness and left, leaving only Saint Di Anfu waiting for Ling Feng alone.

"What's up?" Ling Feng asked Saint Di Anfu, somewhat puzzled, "Do you have something to tell me?"

Saint Di Anfu took a deep breath and said, "Ling Feng, I am leaving!"

"Leaving? Where to?" No sooner had he spoken than Ling Feng realized—the Scepter of Kings was already in hand, and as the Bright Saintess, Saint Di Anfu naturally had to return to the Papal Court of Light.

"Actually, I really disliked you at first!" Saint Di Anfu whispered, "In my eyes, you were initially an arrogant and conceited man who disdained everyone! But after spending so many days together, I think you are quite decent. Ling Feng, can we become friends?"

Looking into Saint Di Anfu's bright eyes, Ling Feng smiled slightly, "Of course. If you encounter any issues you cannot resolve, I will still help you solve them..."

"Really?" Saint Di Anfu smiled, her face radiating happiness.

"Of course. However, for the next deal, I can make some concessions, since you are a returning customer!" Ling Feng said, grinning.

Saint Di Anfu's smile froze, "Ling Feng, you jerk! What do you think I am? We're friends, isn't this how you treat your friends?"

"Yes, and next time I will give you the friendship price!" Ling Feng said seriously.

"Ling Feng, you stop right there, I'm going to kill you!" Saint Di Anfu could no longer hold back, charging at Ling Feng.

Ling Feng deftly shifted his feet and dodged Saint Di Anfu's pursuit, still smiling, "Although we are close, I am not a man to be taken lightly. Even if you throw yourself at me, it's useless!"

Saint Di Anfu gritted her teeth, "Ling Feng, our friendship is over. I will remember this!"

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