Did he demand her to kneel and address him as her master? Cheryl's expression changed drastically as she glared at Darryl. "Don't be too presumptuous..." Darryl shrugged. "Very well, I won't force you. You can call your fiancé to tie me up again. Even if I have a song, I won't give it to you." Cheryl bit her lips as she stared at Darryl; she gritted her teeth with hatred. She was unwilling to address Darryl as her master! However, the song he sang earlier sounded very nice. If she could sing the song on the stage the next day, she would definitely be even more popular. "I'll give you three seconds." Darryl said with a smile, "If you don't address me as your master in three seconds, you won't get another chance to do so." "Three." "Two" Cheryl bit her lip tightly; it almost bled. "One." Cheryl suddenly panicked and stomped her feet anxiously. "I promised you." Pfft… Cheryl's slender legs bent as she knelt in front of Darryl. She pressed her lips and said softly

Aurora slammed her hand on the table when she heard that tens of thousands Eternal Life Palace Sect disciples were there. It was a simple tap on the table, but the table shattered into pieces! Then, Aurora stood up proudly with a cold expression on her face. "Let's go out and take a look." Aurora walked out of the hall proudly. A few elders, including Abbess Mother Maureen, hurried to keep up with Aurora. Outside the gate, tens of thousands of Eternal Life Palace Sect disciples could be seen from a distance. They all stood neatly in line. There were so many of them! An elegant figure dressed in white stood on a rock nearby. He held a fan, and he looked handsome and aloof. It was Chester Wilson. His cold gaze formed a sharp contrast with his calm and composed self. When Aurora appeared, Chester said coldly, "Sect Master Aurora, I am here for one purpose only, and that is for your disciple, Megan. Hand her to me". Chester remembered the scene when his wife died, and his

As Darryl's palm drew closer, Marcus was in shock, but he hurriedly stretched out his palms to resist the attack. Boom! The two palms collided in mid-air. Marcus's expression changed drastically as his body was sent backward! There was a yelp, and then Marcus spouted a mouthful of blood; his face flushed! Then he slid down onto the ground. Marcus was extremely frightened as he looked at Darryl blankly. He was utterly speechless! Darryl smiled as he walked and looked at Marcus coldly. "I may have seen your fiancée while she was changing, but I have apologized to her and made her a song. Your fiancée has also decided to call me her master, and yet you decided to come and kill me. Now tell me, do you think you should die?" Darryl's eyes flashed with killing intent! As he looked into Darryl's eyes, Marcus's body trembled; he was stupefied. Then, he got up and knelt in front of Darryl. He pleaded, "Brother… Big Brother... No, Master! Master, please spare me. I dare not do

That brat had written the song? The reporters' aimed their cameras at Darryl! "There is no need for me to go up onto the stage," Darryl said with a smile. "Come on, Master." Cheryl smiled warmly at him. "You wrote this song, so you should be here too." He was drowned in Cheryl's enthusiasm, so Darryl smiled and hesitantly walked up to the stage. Wow! All eyes were on Darryl; everyone was shocked! 'Who is this kid?' 'Never seen him before…' Simon walked toward him and looked at Darryl arrogantly "Boy, did you write this song?" Like everyone around him, Simon was doubtful. He did not believe that a kid could write such a good song. More importantly, the kid was not from the Artemis Sect. Only Artemis Sect disciples would have such skills. After all, the Artemis Sect was one of the four major sects. Many people would try their best to enter the sect. 'These people are fascinating.' Darryl laughed and said, "It's just a song; no big deal." What? Was it no b

"How could they have only one round?" The crowd agreed to the suggestion; they were eager to take Simon's side. Darryl sneered in his heart. 'F*ck it! These people are everywhere.' He plastered a fake smile on his face and said, "Okay, two wins in three rounds. I will make sure that you're convinced. Come on, who wants to come up with another topic?" "I'll do it!" A middle-aged man stood up suddenly in the audience. The man was the Wealth Dance Hall's owner, Howard Wallis. Of course, no one would disagree if the boss wanted to come up with a topic. Howard thought for a long time before he said, "Well, let's come up with a poem to praise the woman next to you." The whole hall fell silent. All eyes were on Simon. 'Praise the woman next to you? Easy-peasy.' Simon was confident. He looked at his wife, Summer, with a smile. He pondered for nearly three minutes before he said, "The moon hides when my wife is out. When the spring comes, she washes the yarns by the river. H