Maitreya's Vow

"You're not Golden Cicada. Could it be that I am?"

"Or do you think I'm more afraid of death and more indecisive than he is?"

A faint smile hung on Wang Ye's lips, but his eyes were icy as he looked at Maitreya and spoke calmly.

If Maitreya's few harsh words could truly scare him off, then there was no need for him to keep surviving in the Wasteland.

Maitreya clearly understood that as well.

He took a deep breath.

Maitreya's expression grew increasingly grave. Wang Ye was the sort of ruthless character who would strip a corpse of its skin if he came across one on the road. How could he possibly let Maitreya leave with the bronze Buddha statue?

Especially when Wang Ye held the advantage now.

Du Ziren was already itching to make a move, rubbing his fists together, ready at any moment to smack him hard across the back of the head.

This man—

Back in ancient times, he had been famous for his prowess in battle. And he was not the sort who charged in with domineering bravado at the slightest disagreement. He was sneaky. If he disliked the look of you, he would find a way to ambush you, scheme against you, and kill you.

Maitreya had even once wondered how someone like him could become an Emperor-level figure of the underworld.

And Meng Po as well—

That old woman was even more ruthless and underhanded. Moreover, she had lived through the earliest era. No one knew how much she had experienced or how many trump cards she still possessed.

In short—

They were all terrifying figures.

And then there was Wang Ye. As for Cui Jue, Maitreya had subconsciously ignored him.

It was not that Cui Jue was weak, but at least Cui