Amidst the magnificent radiance, the man picked up the white napkin next to him and placed it on his chest, holding a knife and fork in each hand, with his gaze fixed on Li Xiu, as if looking at a delectable dish.
"Damn it, is this really a pig farm, what on earth is that thing?" Li Xiu frantically pushed the Spiritual Mace, stabbing at the transparent glass-like barrier bit by bit.
As the cracks on the glass increased and it seemed about to shatter completely, the man behind the dining table made no move, simply watching Li Xiu with interest, as if observing something amusing.
Crash!
The glass was pierced by Li Xiu, creating a large hole, and he immediately leapt out.
Just as Li Xiu jumped out of the hole, the fork in the left hand of the man, who was like a god or demon in the radiance, moved slightly.
The next moment, Li Xiu found himself landing in his plate, his body pinned by the fork on the plate, the fork piercing through him, and blood slowly oozing from the wound.
