Let the Future Have No Future

"Future Buddha."

"One day, sooner or later, I'll make it so the future has no future."

Wang Ye put away the three human skins and looked in the direction Maitreya had departed. He muttered to himself, then shook his head regretfully and glanced at the bronze Buddha statue in his hand.

When all was said and done, this trip had still been a loss.

From the moment Wang Ye realized the bronze Buddha statue was a trap, he had not even wanted to stay here any longer.

If he had not been hoping to find an opportunity to screw Maitreya over, he would have left long ago.

He had originally gotten his chance, but that bald bastard had reacted damn fast.

Wang Ye had a headache.

These strategists all looked quiet and honest every day, but you never knew what these bastards were preparing behind the scenes.

Maitreya had seemed harmless and diligent, yet one day he had suddenly bared his fangs and turned on the Buddha.

Zhao Hai had even slaughtered everyone at an entire stronghold for no apparent reason, then simply joined the Heaven Group.

As for Ghost Gate Pass, there was still one squatting there.

No one knew whether he was Lu Qing or Liang Zhi Shui now. Had he really changed identities?

It was uncertain.

In short, every time Wang Ye thought of those old schemers, his head hurt beyond words.

But the one piece of good news was that Wang Ye did not care for the bronze Buddha statue, and neither did Maitreya, but the Heaven Group's people did.

Wang Ye did not lack vitality and blood.

He just wondered whether those people would still need to carve off their own flesh piece by piece when cultivating.

That would hurt quite a bit.

Thinking about