Volume One, Chapter Sixty: Accidentally Became the Boss

Feeling the murderous intent emanating from Plum Blossom Jack, Montage tensed inwardly. He quietly signaled to Jiang Xiaorou, ready to flee at a moment’s notice if things took a turn for the worse.

“I know you’ve always coveted the power of an apocalyptic creature, but this matter concerns the future plans of the Poker Organization. I advise you not to entertain any reckless thoughts,” Plum Blossom Jack’s next words allowed Montage to breathe a sigh of relief.

But just as the twin swords drew close to Ren Qingfeng’s back, a sudden flash of white light erupted. Zhang Yueting felt a sharp pain in her hands, and the swords were instantly flung away. Her body transformed into a streak of light, hurtling backward at breakneck speed.

“Yes,” Cang Jingkong’s face turned pale as he answered in a meek voice, rushing to massage Wang Yu in earnest.

Each time his footsteps touched the ground, ripples like water waves spread outward, one after another. When those waves reached Cheng Chun, her body would shudder all the more violently.

“Ahem…” Wang Yu felt something within him begin to rebel, quickly averting his gaze and turning to the side.

“In any case, collecting phantom souls is a violation of the laws of the Three Realms. Surely you are aware of this,” I said.

He sensed the other seven had spread out behind him in a wedge formation, charging toward their target like a spearhead.

The beings talked among themselves; victory after a great battle brought the greatest joy, though tinged with sadness. Yet, they had protected the homeland of Nan Hongmeng.

Within Golden Prosperity City, there were two ninth-grade earth immortals. If the two ninth-grade earth immortals emerged, they could easily sweep through Misty Wave City, Luo City, and Yun City—let alone just Yun City.

Suddenly, a sharp sound rang out as the precious golden nanmu doors were suddenly peppered with countless flying needles. Wang Yu had displayed grandmaster-level skill with hidden weapons, sending more than a hundred golden needles flying all at once with a wave of his hand.

Those nearby saw Xiao Kuang dismiss the bidding as if he were brushing off a beggar, directly waving his hand to forfeit. Their gazes toward Sun Li were filled with ridicule and derision.

The man leapt high, dodging the sword strike, but the horse was less fortunate. Swept by the sword’s aura from the Taia Sword, it collapsed instantly to the ground.

Li Mu was helpless; all he could do was to try and pass good balls to Zhang Shujie during the match. An amusing situation ensued: the two kept passing to each other, each wasting a sure scoring opportunity.

Zhang Yifan nodded. Falling Leaf wasn’t as unreliable as Matchstick; even knowing his opponent was weaker, he would still go all out. Zhang Yifan felt reassured by Falling Leaf’s approach.

As the mist above the statue dissipated, a faint golden glow appeared once more on the surface of the avatar. The glow grew steadily stronger with the passage of time.

“Has that guy been provoked somehow, daring to challenge me? If you hadn't intervened just now, I would have taught him a lesson no matter what,” Lin Nan sneered.

Her words only made Ye Suiyun feel more embarrassed. Fortunately, it was dark, and Gu Lingling didn’t see how his face had turned red to his ears.

“Well, that’s a long story. I’ll tell you someday if there’s a chance. But I’m here now for another matter,” Zhi Shui replied with a smile.

From ancient times to now, many have entered the Celestial Master’s Tomb. With so many people going in, finding the entrance shouldn’t be too difficult. Moreover, Qing Ming and Chen the Blind entered just half a month ago, so it might be easier to spot traces they left behind.

He had once spent several years as an international mercenary in Africa—one of the world’s three most tumultuous regions. He had encountered plenty of desperadoes far more ruthless than these men.

Luckily, there were established precedents from previous years; as long as things were handled as before, all would be well. Yet, this year’s glorious victory demanded that something different be done.