Ever since Ma Zhuang became the Head Steward, no one dared to treat him coldly in this small area of land.
Today, not only did someone ignore him, but he was also splashed with vegetable soup.
Slowly opening his eyes, he was so angry that he laughed and gave a thumbs up.
"Zhang Xing, you have guts. You have guts!"
After finishing his words, his eyes flashed with ruthlessness.
"However, the price you have to pay is your most precious thing!"
"You should understand even if I don't tell you."
"Young man, before I leave, I still have to give you a piece of advice …"
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Zhang Xing.
"Pour me a cup of tea."
"What?"
Ma Zhuang was stunned. The others were also at a loss.
The chief steward was about to take action personally to clean up the sect.
Zhang Xing asked him to pour him a cup of tea?
"I'm done eating. Pour me a cup of tea."
Zhang Xing said as he wiped his mouth with a napkin.
Phew!
Ma Zhuang secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
He picked up the teapot on the table, poured a cup of tea and held it up.
A cold light flashed in his eyes.
I'll let you drink the tea together with the cup and choke you to death!
Swoosh!
A teacup that contained the full power of a high-level Combat Emperor was suddenly thrown at Zhang Xing.
He had the intention to kill and wanted to take Zhang Xing's life.
Even if the higher-ups knew about it, they wouldn't care.
He had the right to attack a servant disciple.
The others in the room were shocked.
They knew that the chief steward was extremely angry, but they didn't expect him to be so ruthless.
If Zhang Xing was hit in the face by the teacup, his entire face would be smashed and his bones would be broken. He would die immediately.
They didn't care about Zhang Xing's life and death.
After all, they had just met and had no choice but to submit to him.
They were worried that the chief steward would punish them after dealing with Zhang Xing.
Because everyone in the room had drunk with Zhang Xing, it was inevitable that the chief steward would take his anger out on them.
It was fine if they had their spirit stones deducted, but if they were sent out to hunt, they would be dead meat.
At this moment, Zhang Xing had just put down his napkin.
The teacup, which carried the power of thunder and lightning, was already in front of him.
Just when everyone thought that Zhang Xing's face was going to explode.
He gently waved his hand.
Caw!
The teacup stopped in the air.
All the cultivation that Ma Zhuang had applied to the teacup was also gone.
Zhang Xing did not raise his head. He took a sip from the teacup and then put it down again.
It was as if he had never noticed Ma Zhuang's attack.
"Originally, I wanted to kill you, but after thinking about it, a low-level warrior like you is not worth my time."
"I won't be staying here for long. I'll leave in two days. I don't want to cause any trouble."
"Since you're quite obedient, I'll let you go."
"Just this once."
After saying that, he raised his head and looked at Ma Zhuang.
A buzzing sound was heard!
Ma Zhuang's entire body trembled under this gaze. His face was pale and he was sweating profusely.
He knelt down with a thud.
His eyes were filled with terror, as if he had seen an extremely frightening scene.
At this moment, a scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood did appear in his mind.
In the scene, a figure that looked like Zhang Xing was floating in the air.
Around him, nine dragons were slaughtering tens of millions of soldiers.
Destructive magic spells were cast on the entire battlefield one after another.
Hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions of people disappeared from the scene in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, only one figure and nine dragons were left within tens of millions of miles.
The scene of doomsday appeared around him.
In just an instant, the scene disappeared.
Ma Zhuang had completely lost consciousness from the shock.
His eyes were dull, and he did not know where he was.
He even felt that he had died in that scene.