What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

Death has raised its scythe.

However, just as this gigantic palm of demonic flames was about to smash everyone into a pile of minced meat!

A slightly exasperated voice suddenly rang out across the land.

"Damn it, so close!"

"I was so close to succeeding in my 'Bo Ya Breaks the String' act!"

The sound wasn't loud, nor did it contain any earth-shattering fluctuations of elemental energy.

But it easily pierced through the deafening roar of the demonic flames and clearly penetrated into the ears of everyone present.

Followed by.

A tiny, transparent ripple suddenly appeared in the void directly above Liu Bo's head.

The space locked tightly by the Demon King Aro was like a fragile curtain that had been arbitrarily cut open with scissors.

A two-meter-high crack smoothly split open to both sides.

A foot wearing a clean casual shoe casually stepped out of the void rift.

Under the gaze of 100,000 pairs of bloodshot, desperate, and even somewhat bewildered eyes, Xu Tianlin slowly appeared before them.

He was still wearing his signature loose casual clothes, and the hem of his clothes didn't even wrinkle in the raging winds around him.

Xu Tianlin had his left hand in his pocket and was holding a transparent plastic cup in his right hand.

The cup was more than half full of light brown, not yet fully made milk tea, with a few tea leaves still swirling in the cup.

He lowered his head, his brows furrowed, his eyes fixed on the milk tea cup in his hand, his face full of frustration and regret at the "failed experiment".

They were completely unaware that they were in the center of a battlefield of 100,000 people.

"Who goes there?!"

In mid-air, Demon King Aro, who was preparing to admire the magnificent scene of the human race's destruction, suddenly narrowed his eyes.

He had no idea how this person had broken through his domain and appeared there!

Moreover, the moment this young man in casual clothes appeared, Aro was horrified to discover...

He had completely lost control of the Demon Flame Giant Hand!

Xu Tianlin completely ignored the demon king shouting in the sky.

He sighed softly and finally raised his head.

What came head-on was that terrifying giant hand that was less than five meters above his head.

The scorching magical wind blew through Xu Tianlin's wisps of hair.

He tilted his head slightly, looking at the enormous, dark hand that blotted out the sky, like a falling meteorite.

A strange light suddenly flashed in her eyes, which had been somewhat annoyed by the failed milk tea making attempt.

"I see."

Xu Tianlin muttered something softly.

next second.

Amidst the horrified gazes of everyone present, who held their breath in complete awe.

Xu Tianlin slowly raised his free left hand, his thumb and middle finger gently interlacing.

"Smack."

A crisp, casual snap of fingers echoed through the air.

With that snap of his fingers, Xu Tianlin casually tossed his right wrist upwards.

The half-cup of unfinished milk tea spun around and wobbled as it flew head-on toward the massive, world-destroying demonic flame hand.

"Is he insane?!"

Below, Xu Feng lay prone in the mud, his eyes almost bulging out.

That was the destructive demonic flame that a demon king at the Dao Integration Realm had gathered with all his might!

Let alone an ordinary plastic cup, even an SS-grade top-quality defensive artifact would be incinerated into a pool of molten iron the moment it touched it!

However, what happened next...

It directly crushed and rubbed the perceptions of Xu Feng, the 100,000 human warriors, and even the high and mighty Demon King Aro into the ground!

The moment that fragile milk tea cup flew into the air.

The gigantic palm of demonic flames, stretching for thousands of feet, froze in mid-air!

The destructive demonic flames churning on the surface of the giant hand trembled violently.

Then, in the blink of an eye!

It was only for the brief moment of a single breath.

The terrifying giant hand that had just been pressing down on 100,000 elite humans, making it hard for them to breathe, had actually shrunk to a miniature version of the "Little Black Hand" the size of an adult's palm!

The shrunken, fiery little hand hovered in mid-air.

She flipped her wrist with remarkable sensitivity, even a hint of ingratiation.

With palms facing up, five fingers burning with black magic flames spread out steadily, like the most dutiful cup holder, catching the transparent milk tea cup that flew up from below!

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—"

The black demonic flames, however, now concealed all their destructive and violent aura.

It obediently wraps around the bottom of the cup, transforming into a flame of just the right temperature, evenly baking the bottom of the cup.

"Gurgle... gurgle gurgle..."

As the flames churned, the milk tea began to heat up at a visible rate.

Strings of fine bubbles rise from the bottom of the cup, the tea water swirls, and the tea leaves unfurl in the boiling water.

A strange aroma, a blend of rich milk and refreshing tea, slowly drifted across the battlefield that had just been filled with despair and death.

The thick, demonic clouds had quietly dissipated from the heavens and earth.

Sunlight poured down again, illuminating this utterly absurd scene.

Xu Tianlin stood in mid-air, hands in his pockets, calmly watching the milk tea cup floating in front of him, being steadily "heated" by the little hand of the demon flame.

About half a minute later.

Seeing that the water in the cup was at the right temperature, Xu Tianlin nodded in satisfaction and casually waved his hand.

The small hand of demonic flame, formed by the full power of a Demon King at the Dao Integration Realm, immediately loosened its fingers and dissipated into the air as a wisp of black smoke.

The steaming hot milk tea cup then flew steadily back into Xu Tianlin's hands.

Xu Tianlin held the cup, lowered his head, and brought it close to the rim.

He gently blew away the steam rising from the surface, then gracefully took a small sip.

The rich liquid flowed down his throat.

Xu Tianlin smacked his lips, his previously furrowed brows finally relaxing, and a satisfied look appeared on his face.

"Hmm, it tastes good."

He stood alone in the void, talking to himself in front of the cup in his hand, his voice sounding exceptionally clear in the silent battlefield.

"It really does need to be heated up a bit for the tea leaves to fully bring out their flavor."

"How could I have forgotten such an important step?"

"Failure, failure."

Xu Tianlin shook his head, held the steaming hot milk tea, and took another big, satisfying sip.

……

……

Dead silence.

Everyone in the room was frozen in place, like insects sealed in amber.

The wind stopped.

Even the dust remaining in the air seemed to freeze at this moment.

Everyone was stunned.

I was completely and utterly dumbfounded.

Xu Feng, lying on the muddy ground, struggled to lift his neck.

His jaw was agape, almost dislocated, and his large, bell-like eyes were fixed on the young man in his early twenties who was dressed casually and happily drinking milk tea in mid-air.

Xu Feng felt that he had lived most of his life and had been tempered by countless corpses and seas of blood. He believed that he had long since developed a resilient heart that would remain calm even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him.

But today, at this very moment.

He felt that all the challenges and shocks he had experienced in his entire life were not as intense as what had happened in the past minute!

His brain was working at an unprecedented speed, trying to sort out the absurd logical relationship before him.

It just roared in the sky, sealing off space and suppressing their 100,000 elite troops so much that they couldn't even lift their heads—

Is it the true form of the Abyss Demon King Aro who has descended?

That's right, absolutely right.

That terrifying pressure, like the might of heaven, that could not be disobeyed, was absolutely genuine.

That was the true power of the Dao Integration Realm!

So here's the question.

Who is this young man who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, dressed as if he were on vacation?!

What did he just do?

He snapped his fingers.

Then I threw away a plastic cup.

Immediately afterwards, the giant demonic hand that was powerful enough to crush them into the dust of history obediently shrank to the size of a palm, became his cup holder, and even helped him boil the milk tea?!

Xu Feng's eye muscles twitched violently, and his lips trembled.

No.

Brother!

What are you doing?!

That's the Demon King of the Abyss!

He is the peerless demon king of the Dao Integration Realm, feared throughout the battlefields of the heavens!

They've painstakingly planned for years, and finally, they unleash their full potential and a powerful attack to reveal their true form.

Even if you can beat them, at least respect their hard work and exchange a couple of blows, okay?

You're using someone else's devastating ultimate attack as a microwave to heat up milk tea?!

You're making the Demon King lose face.

He looks just like a water-boiling boy working at a bubble tea shop!

Xu Feng gripped the soil on the ground tightly with both hands.

He felt a connection to his own values, his common sense about martial arts, and his understanding of the power system in this world.

At this moment, it is being wantonly ravaged by a pair of invisible giant hands, twisted into a golden and crispy Tianjin-style fried dough twist.

Then fry them in oil until golden brown, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, sweet and delicious...

But no matter how twisted one's values ​​have become.

Xu Feng knew that it seemed they...

saved!

In a way I could never have dreamed of...