Luo Chuan stood still, his expression calm.
For a moment, time seemed to stretch infinitely.
Then—
Venerable Buddha vanished.
His attack.
His body.
His very existence—swept away like dust in the wind.
Not even his true spirit escaped.
A mighty Seventh-Rank Eminence of Mount Sumeru had fallen.
Not in some grand battle, not in a legendary clash between powerhouses—
But here.
In the heart of the Monster Royal Clan's sacrificial grounds.
An absurd fate.
And yet, somehow—it felt inevitable.
Those who go against Origin Mall… all seem to meet this end.
Luo Chuan studied the scene before him.
A flicker of satisfaction stirred in his heart.
Hmph. It seems my control over the power of snapping fingers has improved.
The Monster Royals remained frozen.
They had yet to comprehend what had just happened.
Silence gripped them.
Their faces blank with disbelief.
Then, a hesitant voice broke through—
"Venerable Buddha… just died like that?"
Someone muttered, almost as if seeking confirmation.
"If my eyes aren't deceiving me… yes."
"A single snap of his fingers… with such power…"
Whispers spread.
The hushed murmur of disbelief. Awe.
Luo Chuan stepped forward, descending lightly to the ground.
At once—
The whispers ceased.
The Monster Royals fell silent.
Because they didn't know him.
A stranger had just obliterated an Eminence of Mount Sumeru.
And now, he stood among them.
"Ahem…"
The High Priest coughed lightly before stepping forward.
His tone was solemn, his hands clasped in gratitude.
"Senior, we are indebted to you for your help."
Had Luo Chuan not arrived at that critical moment, they would have stood no chance against Venerable Buddha's attack.
The consequences…
Unthinkable.
Luo Chuan ignored him.
Instead, his gaze drifted to Yao Ziyan.
A radiant smile bloomed across her face.
"Boss," she whispered. "Thank you."
Luo Chuan gave a slight nod.
Then, he turned his attention to the gathered Monster Royals.
"What exactly are you doing here?" His tone was casual, but his presence alone carried weight.
Yao Ziyan answered before anyone else could.
"A sacrificial ritual. A way to communicate with ancient relics and summon them into this world."
Luo Chuan blinked.
Then—
He chuckled.
So, the so-called 'ancient relics' were actually created by the Monster Royals themselves?
The irony wasn't lost on him.
Cough. Cough. Cough.
The High Priest suddenly doubled over, another violent cough shaking his frail frame.
Clearly, the backlash from earlier had taken a toll on him.
"Grandfather Xu! Are you alright?" Yao Ziyue asked, concern lacing her voice.
The Monster Royals gathered around, equally worried.
"Don't fret," the High Priest assured them with a faint smile. "It's nothing serious. I'll recover with time."
With the High Priest injured, the sacrificial ritual could no longer continue.
For now, the subject was dropped.
Luo Chuan thought for a moment, then made his decision.
"Boss, are you going to…?"
Yao Ziyan's eyes sparkled with excitement.
Luo Chuan tossed something toward the High Priest.
A small, dark bottle landed in his hands.
The High Priest blinked.
He stared at the bottle.
Black liquid?
Confusion flickered across his face.
The other Monster Royals were equally puzzled.
What was this?
What did this senior mean by giving it to him?
Then—
Yao Ziyue's eyes widened in excitement.
She recognized it immediately.
She had heard about it from Yao Ziyan countless times.
The miraculous product of Origin Mall—
Coke.
A drink that could instantly heal all non-fatal injuries.
Yao Ziyue couldn't help but whisper in amazement.
"Coke…"
The High Priest caught the word.
"Hm? What did you say?"
"Eh—nothing! Nothing at all!"
Yao Ziyue quickly waved her hands, brushing it off.
But inside, she could barely contain her excitement.