You Are the City Lord Now

"I admit that you're indeed very strong, Senior, but your energy should be extremely unstable right now."

"If I can temporarily suppress the evil thoughts in my heart and hold on a little longer, you might be the one who dies."

"You've devoured too much energy recently. Aren't you afraid of exploding to death if you don't find somewhere to enter seclusion and recuperate?"

"We're comrades on the same side, after all."

Maitreya wore a gentle smile, looking as though he were genuinely concerned for Ran Deng as he asked.

Ran Deng's expression darkened unpredictably as he looked at Maitreya. After a moment, he took a deep breath and sneered. "That's right. You're my good grand-disciple, my good comrade-in-arms."

Maitreya lowered his head. "At the very least... our goals are the same."

"That's right. I'm really looking forward to the day you succeed."

Ran Deng threw back his head in wild laughter. Black mist completely enveloped his body, and he vanished into the void without a trace.

Maitreya let out a soft breath.

At some point, his back had already been drenched in sweat.

That old bastard had actually become this strong.

As expected of someone capable of teaching that person.

If that person had not harbored misgivings, or perhaps had some other purpose, Ran Deng's achievements would likely have been even greater. He might even have stepped into that legendary realm as well.

After all, he had slept for a thousand years and still managed to reach the level of the Six Imperials in such a short time.

Terrifying indeed.

"Go back? Send my ass! I already said I quit!"

A burly Strong Man carried a simple bundle on his back, speaking with an impatient expression.

The person behind him looked much more refined, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, but