407 [Workshop Masters: No Martial Ethics, Coming to Deceive and Sneak Attack Us Old Seniors!]

Compared to He Zhao's calm expression—even that so-called pity—

Inside the spacious reception hall of the Market Master Mansion, most of the three hundred and fifty-nine Market Masters of various levels in the Pill-Swallowing Realm were in a state of panic, terrified that the Qingyun Sect would charge out of the shadows, swinging butcher knives and slaughtering them one by one.

A small number of people were still calmly drinking tea, looking as if even if the sky fell, someone taller would hold it up. To put it bluntly, no matter how bad things got, how much worse could they get? Would panicking help?

It would not. Better to be a little carefree.

Elsewhere, the pale-blue Yin God was sprinting nimbly all the way from the Treasure Boat toward Four Seas Market.

The market's defensive measures were practically just for show, not having the slightest effect at all.

As the Famous Ruthless Person ran at high speed, he sensed the Yang Fire Qi spread across the earth.

How should he describe it?

He could clearly feel a scorching aura from the outside world desperately trying to break through the Mirror Shield's Shade-Sheltering Spirit Protection. Then it wanted to throw itself entirely onto him, merge with him, and turn him into sparks.

He had to admit, the First Generation Dragon Head Market Master was a considerate sucker.

A pale-blue protective barrier, identical in color to the Yin God, enveloped him from head to toe. A cool sensation suffused his entire body from beginning to end; even under the blazing sun, he could ignore it all the same.

Silently, he crossed past countless guards and formations, making his way unobstructed to the Market Master Mansion.

Although he was unfamiliar with the layout, in the Yin God's vision, hundreds of vast masses of