"Are you drunk? What do you mean by this!?" The Xian family centurion shouted angrily at Drunken Dream.
In response, there was only the roar of the Silver Dragon.
"Denoka! Kill!"
A murderous intent filled Drunken Dream's eyes. His lance rose, and the Holy Light Silver Dragon, Denoka, coiled around him in a defensive posture, both its eyes and the lance shining with sacred light.
The resonance between the two created a shockwave that blinded everyone present, whether they were players or NPCs.
Iron Cavalry: "Damn, you blind fool, this Dragon Rider's gonna make my eyes burn out!"
Madman: "What the hell, Drunken Dream, you crazy bastard! You're using your skills in the group, you're supposed to be working with us!"
"Damn, can't believe you killed even Dong Ge! You guys... aren't you brothers?"
"Boss, what the hell's going on with you? Even Eliza, you killed her too!"
As curses flew from both sides, Drunken Dream's mood soured even further. The green light that hung above him didn't help keep him calm. Killing NPCs for loot or silencing them? Whatever it took—just be brutal!
"Kill!"
With another roar, his fighting spirit surged. His lance danced through the air like a dragon, its power seemingly god-like, wrapped in dazzling silver light.
A hum rang through the air.
The lance trembled, and Drunken Dream's voice turned cold as he called out, "Dragon Rider Combat Style—Tear the Universe Apart!"
"I swear, I see the Big Dipper coming down! Is that just me, or am I hallucinating?" Madman muttered, gritting his teeth as he looked up, almost imagining his late great-grandmother waving at him...
What he actually saw were seven radiant beams of energy merging with the Silver Dragon's breath. Together, they formed a pattern that resembled the Big Dipper, falling toward the crowd like a heavenly omen.
Beauty and destruction bloomed simultaneously!
Critical Hit -30,000! Critical Hit... Holy Light Suppression! Unable to use any skills except normal attacks for ten seconds! Holy Light Purification! All buffs on the targets hit by "Tear the Universe Apart" were nullified! Holy Light Shockwave! The skill tore open rifts in space, where anyone who fell in would continue to lose health at a percentage rate!
Seven gaping eyes of chaos appeared in the sky—each leading to a stormy, thunder-stricken realm.
Madman and the others were stunned. More than twenty NPC guards were caught in the rifts, their health draining at 5,000 per second. The rifts lasted a full minute!
"It's even more terrifying than Empress of the Moon's Dragon Rider combat style…" Bradley sucked in a sharp breath.
At the same time, he began thinking through a core concept.
If Drunken Dream was Orson's human mount, that meant the mount also had a mount...
Doesn't that mean Orson has two super mounts now?
"Damn, Orson really is a genius!" Bradley nodded in approval, praising Orson's brilliant strategy.
"This is terrifying—one person just wiped out a quarter of the NPCs. Both centurions are trapped."
"Damn it, but he can't just keep doing this! If there's a problem, they should settle it privately, not randomly kill people!"
Drunken Dream turned coldly to look at the fluctuating expressions of the Supreme Guild players and spoke, "Obey me and prosper, oppose me and perish! I, Drunken Dream, as the guild leader, have the authority to deal with the guild's miscreants."
He was young but brimming with authority, radiating an undeniable dominance, like a dragon emerging from the abyss. Everyone in his guild who had been secretly plotting their own factions could not meet his gaze.
The players who had objections to his "random killings" were now silent, averting their eyes.
Drunken Dream continued, "Follow my will, and you stay in the guild. If you want to leave with Max, then feel free!"
With that, Drunken Dream used his guild authority to kick out all the management players who had been secretly forming factions.
Madman chuckled to himself, whispering, "He's been cheated on, but he's also getting stronger. What a badass!"
At that moment, Wedge sent a private message.
Drunken Dream sneered, replying coldly: "Flies don't buzz unless there's something rotten. You know what you've done."
With that, he swiftly blocked Wedge.
Meanwhile, back at Saint Maiden City...
Max was gnashing his teeth in hatred. He couldn't believe that his cowardly brother had actually dared to kill him.
Max muttered bitterly to himself, "Orson, if you lie to me, I'll use everything offline to kill you!"
Two days ago, Max had received a promise from someone. The person promised that if Max made Drunken Dream's life hell, they would help him secure his place as the permanent leader of the Supreme Guild after the Celestial Fortress event. They would unite with Infinite Dimensions' number one player, showing The Upton Family's elders who the real ruler should be, both in the virtual world and in real life!
While Max didn't have any personal affection for that man, nor did he believe Orson could survive the NPC army's siege, what if Drunken Dream somehow pulled through? What if he won?
The Dragon's Kiss Guild and UJ District's top three guilds were all bloody examples of how dangerous it could be to underestimate someone.
Max, knowing his brother well, tried to humiliate Drunken Dream. All he needed was a simple act to earn a promise from an SSS-tier player.
It was easy money!
The Upton Family siblings had bullied Drunken Dream for years, gaining plenty of experience. Ordinary insults didn't faze Drunken Dream anymore. However...
Women were his weak spot.
Max had heard from Orson that Drunken Dream and Wedge, the leader of the SSR guild, had some sort of relationship. How could he resist taking advantage of this explosive information?
Over the last few days, Max had approached Wedge under the pretext of potential collaboration between The Upton Family and SSR's eSports hotel. He then had people leak videos of Wedge and Drunken Dream entering and leaving the hotel together, even bragging that he had secured Wedge's affection.
When Drunken Dream found out about this, he didn't show it on the surface, but Max knew—his brother was already seething with anger.
Sure enough, in a fit of rage, Drunken Dream shot Max in the head.
But Max knew Drunken Dream all too well.
And Orson, who had once been immersed in Infinite Dimensions' gossip forums, knew all about the underhanded tricks of The Upton Family too.
In fact, the reason the Silver Dragon Knight had been surrounded by Heaven Demon forces and fought to the death wasn't just because of personal grudges—it was because several members of The Upton Family were fighting over women.
The Upton Family, in their pursuit of power and wealth, had always schemed and plotted.
From the moment Orson started working with Drunken Dream, he knew exactly what kind of person Drunken Dream was. And he knew full well that Wedge's advances were a part of her manipulative nature, climbing through the ranks by using her feminine charms.
Max was nothing but a typical spoiled rich kid. He knew how to piss people off with money, cars, mansions, and beautiful women.
Orson had simply nudged him in the right direction, and the fool had walked right into the trap.
As for Drunken Dream, he was a tragic hero. He was stubborn to a fault, and no warning could stop him from engaging deeply with Wedge.
These were their true natures.
Orson wasn't worried about Wedge coming after Drunken Dream. By now, the seeds of doubt had already been sown, and the truth didn't matter anymore. Just like when WedgeReaver and SSR's top executives falsely accused him of match-fixing. The public opinion storm was enough to make the truth irrelevant.