Feeling the anger of Wiz Immortal, Darryl smiled in a relaxed manner. "To be honest, when Prince Auten proposed a toast to me at the banquet, I knew that you had other intentions. As expected, you wanted to get me drunk and leave me in the Illusionary Treasure Chamber to frame me."

Darryl's eyes were cold when he spoke of this. He continued, "But it's a pity that I have been on guard from the beginning. Otherwise, I would have fell for your tricks."

Wiz Immortal's face changed hearing these words. "What a great person you are, Barely Immortal. I did not expect you to be so shrewd."

"Haha!"

Darryl chuckled. "We are the same. If I wasn’t being careful, you would’ve killed me by now."

In the next second, the palms of both sides collided with each other, producing a loud rumble. The body of Wiz Immortal trembled, and he was forced to retreat more than ten steps. His face was pale and very weak.

He clearly felt that all the fairy soul power in his body was in disorder.

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