I control the world with magic

The black tuxedo was perfectly tailored to fit his body, outlining his slender lines. He wore a black gentleman's hat on his head and white gloves on his hands, as if he had never been stained by the dust of the world.

The most eye-catching thing was the silver-white mask on his face. The mask was an arrogant smile, with a slightly upward angle and a hint of disdain, mocking everyone equally. The eyes were hollowed out, revealing a pair of deep and mysterious eyes. The arrogance in the eyes was exactly the same as the smile of the silver-white mask, making people dare not look directly at it.

The moment they saw this man, these upper-class guests even had an illusion that the man in front of them was the real aristocrat, and they were just monkeys in disguise.

"Where is my golden eye!!" Murong Zhuo's furious voice shook the whole audience, his old face was bulging with blue veins, and his eyes revealed unimaginable anger.

At this time, everyone realized that what Murong Zhuo was holding in his hand was not a golden eye at all, but a green and crystal grape.

Suddenly, a bright golden light appeared in the masked man's hand, and a golden eyeball was quietly lying on the white glove.

Under the silver-white smiling mask, a slow voice came out: "Wrong, it's mine."

"Looking for death!" Murong Zhuo shouted, and the air in front of him suddenly twisted. A highly compressed wind blade shot out, carrying countless tiny white air currents, attacking the masked man.

Silver Law [Wind Dance Spirit Blade]!

Swish!

The masked man's figure was directly torn apart by the wind blade. The terrifying wind blade had no power left, and even directly penetrated the wall and glass behind the masked man, leaving a smooth crack in the wall.

Because this is a high-rise building, when the wall cracked, the cold wind in the sky immediately poured into the banquet hall, bringing a hint of coolness.

Just when everyone thought the masked man was dead, they saw that there was no blood flowing out of his broken body. Instead, the body began to fade, and finally became completely transparent and disappeared.

"What!?" Murong Zhuo's face was extremely gloomy, and his hawk-like eyes scanned around. He would never allow the Golden Eye to be taken away by anyone.

Murong Zhuo's women and Qian Zihao all had different thoughts. Seeing someone snatch the Golden Eye away, they were relieved because they didn't want Murong Zhuo to get the Golden Eye.

Qian Zihao was because of the engagement, and several children were because of the issue of heirs, especially the eldest son Murong Yun. He hoped that Murong Zhuo would die quickly. As long as there was no Golden Eye, Murong Zhuo would not live for a few years, and then he would be the legitimate heir.

At this time, the sharp-eyed Murong Zhuo suddenly found a black shadow flashing through the window outside, and a cold light burst out of his eyes: "Want to escape?"

Swish!

A gust of wind suddenly burst out from him, and his luxurious robes fluttered in the wind. He seemed to have turned into a gust of wind and disappeared directly on the spot.

There was a violent explosion in the air, and the exquisite snacks at the banquet, and even some guests who were closer, were blown to the ground by the gust of wind.

Bang!

The window suddenly burst, and the gusty figure plunged through the window. You know, this is the 68th floor!

The Silver Law [Wind Shadow Speed] gave Murong Zhuo a gust of wind speed, and even allowed him to fly in the wind for a short time. The height of the 68th floor was like walking on flat ground for him.

Murong Zhuo disappeared from everyone's sight, and the guests looked at each other in bewilderment. No one could have thought that such a thing would happen at a good banquet.

At this time, the eldest son Murong Yun stood up. As the eldest son of the Murong family, he had to stand up and preside over the overall situation in this situation.

"Everyone this time..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, screams suddenly broke out in the crowd. Murong Yun frowned and looked at the screaming people in the crowd, only to find that their eyes were all extremely terrified and staring at him.

"Heh." A chuckle sounded behind him.

Murong Yun's pupils suddenly contracted and his scalp exploded. When! ?

He almost didn't hesitate at all, and instantly activated [Wind Shadow Speed] and rushed away.

After pulling away, he noticed that a man wearing a silver mask was standing there, staring at him with interest.

The arrogant look made Murong Yun shocked and angry. The two sides did not have any words to communicate. He started with [Wind Dance Spirit Blade]. As the eldest son of the Murong family, he was the top in both talent and resources, and had long been among the ranks of Silver II.

Except for the Murong family's strongest [Eye of the Storm], which he had not yet comprehended, he believed that the other two silver laws were no worse than Murong Zhuo.

But he soon realized the difference, and the highly compressed wind blade attacked the masked man with the power to tear everything apart, but the next second, the masked man disappeared like a ghost.

Murong Yun was shocked. He didn't expect the other party's speed to be faster than his own. He didn't even see the other party's moving trajectory clearly.

At this time, the same chuckle sounded again behind Murong Yun: "Can't even touch the corner of my clothes? It seems... you are far worse than your father."

Swish!

Murong Yun, as if in response to the pressure, threw a wind blade behind him fiercely, but the result... the masked man didn't hit it, and the wind blade hit the crowd instead.

"Ah!!" Several screams and screams resounded throughout the venue.

Five guests dressed in fancy clothes were cut in half by the wind blade, and blood and intestines flowed all over the floor.

Most of these guests were ordinary people, and extraordinary people were a minority after all.

The crowd was completely in an uproar. This group of upper-class people completely tore off their elegant and noble disguises, were scared to death, and ran towards the gate like crazy. Among them was Qian Zihao.

Qian Zihao cherished his life very much. He never thought that there would be someone in the world who dared to cause trouble at the banquet of the nobles. If he had known, he would have brought bodyguards with him.

This masked man even fooled the head of the Murong family. He was at least Silver 3. Once such a strong man started a war, the entire Platinum Hotel would collapse. He had endless money and didn't want to die here.

But the next second, a man in a tuxedo and a silver-white smiling mask appeared again. He seemed to be the host of the banquet. He stood on the high platform and the cold and arrogant smile on the mask caught everyone's eyes.

He said to the crowd trying to escape lightly: "Friendly reminder, this road is blocked."

But the people who had been frightened for a long time would not listen to his advice. A middle-aged man who was closest to the door pushed the door open frantically. The corridor was dark and silent, without any light.

He rushed into the darkness like a madman, but when he took the first step out of the door, plop!