At two o'clock in the afternoon, Xuan Xuanling and Su Yurou were led by Song Zixian to the entrance of the Imperial Palace Hotel.
At this moment, the entrance of the Imperial Palace Hotel is crowded with people. Countless luxury cars are like a long queue. One after another, they drive into the parking lot outside the hotel. Each luxury car is worth more than 10 million. Each car Three to five people walked out of the city.
Each of them is well-dressed and luxuriously dressed. At first glance, they look like young masters from wealthy families or wealthy bosses. The men are all in formal attire for banquets, with suits, shirts, ties, and shiny leather shoes that can brighten a blind person's eyes.
All the women were wearing banquet dresses, waist skirts, gold, silver, and jewels. His temperament, figure, and self-cultivation make him a member of a wealthy family.
In addition to rich young men from big families in major cities, there are also superstars, queens, movie queens, and movie kings, as well as many famous directors, agents, many seniors in the entertainment industry, popular stars, etc...
In addition, countless reporters and hosts from the news media followed the live broadcast at the hotel door, reporting on the shock brought by the Divine Banquet and speculating about the Divine Lord who had never met before...
There are more and more people gathered outside the hotel, and Internet celebrities on major platforms have also started live broadcasts, crazily explaining the rare lively scene outside the hotel, but no matter how powerful they are on weekdays, they can't. He couldn't enter the hotel's courtyard. The hotel's courtyard was surrounded by tall security guards who were on full alert, not letting anyone get close to it.
But even so, the traffic popularity of each live broadcast room continues to rise. Even if someone with few fans usually records a video of a luxury car entering a hotel, the number of views exceeds more than 200,000 in less than a while.
It can be seen how lively it is here, how shocking it is, how loud and loud it is, and the number of people is still increasing. Luxury cars can’t stop in the hotel courtyard. In desperation, everyone can only stand on the side of the road. Parking, and more and more luxury cars were parked. In just ten minutes, the rows on both sides of the road were full. This excited countless onlookers, who surrounded rows of luxury cars worth tens of millions. Shoot videos, post them on the platform, get traffic, and get fans.
Xuanyuan Ling and Su Yurou were also shocked. They didn't expect that a divine banquet would attract so many people, and they both sighed.
Not long after the two got off the car, the scene became even more intense. Countless reporters and media hosts all swarmed in, surrounded the two, and bombarded them with questions...
Internet celebrities outside came with a wave of more intense explanations and manipulations, explaining Su Yurou's beauty and temperament to the extreme. They used idioms such as "the moon is shy and the flowers are ashamed, the city is beautiful, the country is ruined, the country is ruined, the fish falls and the goose falls", etc., but there is a beginning and an end. A large number of people have not seen Su Yurou's true appearance, and everyone just follows the media's on-site response.
Xuanyuan Ling and Su Yurou were surrounded in the middle, unable to walk. Xuanyuan Ling's face darkened.
When Song Zixian saw that Xuanyuan Ling's face was wrong, he immediately waved his hand. Seeing this, several security guards at the door ran over and drove away all the media hosts and reporters. Xuanyuan Ling and Su Yurou did not speak, and the media hosts and reporters had no choice but to give up.
"Master, madam, come in quickly, the feast of the gods is about to begin." Song Zixian was so attentive that he completely lost the eldest master's airs.
"Okay, let's go in." Xuanyuan Ling nodded slightly, then took Su Yurou's hand and walked into the hotel.
As soon as Xuanyuan Ling and Su Yurou walked into the reception hall, six men in black suits and sunglasses stopped them. One of the men came over and said respectfully, "You three, please show me your Invitation letter!”
Song Zixian immediately took out the invitation letter. He handed it to the man. After checking that it was correct, the man said, "Master Song, please come in!"
Song Zixian said calmly, "I'll go in later..."
"Please show me your invitation letter!" The man looked at Xuanyuan Ling and Su Yurou.
But Su Yurou and Xuanyuan Ling didn't have any invitation letters at all, and Su Yurou didn't receive any invitation letters either.
"We didn't receive an invitation. Someone asked us to come to the God's Banquet..."
Before Su Yurou finished speaking, the man's face turned cold, "Both of you, no one is allowed to enter the hotel without an invitation letter. No one is allowed. Please leave now and don't embarrass us!"
Xuanyuan Ling frowned, "This divine banquet is held for me, can't I go in?"
"Sir, what is the identity of the Lord God? Why are you so arrogant? Do you believe it or not, I will immediately ask someone to break your legs?" The man's face darkened.
When Song Zixian saw this, he raised his hand and gave the man a slap in the ear, "You damn thing, a gatekeeper, who gave you the courage to talk to the young master like this? You want to break my young master's legs, your rights are terrible Is it really big?”
"Mr. Song, I'm sorry, I just made a slip of the tongue. I will apologize to this gentleman right now!" The man thought that Song Zixian and Xuanyuan Ling did not know each other, so he acted rashly, but he did not expect that Xuanyuan Ling's identity was more terrifying than Song Zixian. This time it hit the iron plate.
Xuanyuan Ling raised his hand to stop the man from apologizing, and then he said calmly, "My name is Xuanyuan Ling, and this is my wife Su Yurou. We don't have an invitation letter. If you don't let us in, we can leave, but you will bear the consequences! Anyway I don’t want to attend any god’s banquet either! Just let it be disbanded!”
At this moment, the old man in white came down the stairs on the left side of the reception hall with the eighteen gods of war from the Slaughter Temple. The stairs were covered with red carpets all the way to Xuanyuan Ling's side.
Xuanyuan Ling narrowed his eyes when he saw this.
At this time, when everyone in the entire reception hall saw the old man in white and the majestic and imposing eighteen war gods, they immediately stood aside, bent down, and stood respectfully, not daring to breathe.
Even Song Zixian, the eldest son of the Song family, is like this. Of course, the six men in black suits immediately stood on both sides of the red carpet. He lowered his head and bent his waist, not even daring to breathe.
Song Zixian hinted at Xuanyuan Ling several times, but Xuanyuan Ling pretended not to notice at all. He stood proudly with his hands behind his back and looked at the old man in white and the eighteen war gods behind him with an indifferent expression.
The old man in white walked up to Xuanyuan Ling, suddenly knelt down on one knee, clasped his fists with both hands, lowered his head and shouted loudly, "I see the Lord Tongtian!"
As this old and loud roar sounded in the huge and splendid reception hall, everyone except Su Yurou was stunned.
Especially the eighteen war gods were stunned. The old man in white had told them before that he would take them to meet the new owner of the Slaughter Temple, Tongtian God, but none of them expected that Tongtian God turned out to be the Xuanyuan Ling they knew... …
