Hearing Divine Machine Vice President's words, Qi Yuan said, "This matter needs to be considered over the long term. After all, in this day and age, starting a business is the easiest way to fall back into poverty. I don't want my big villa getting auctioned off."
As Qi Yuan spoke, he pointed from afar.
The other World Lords were all deeply alarmed.
They saw the once-unmatched World Lord Lu Qi, as well as Spring Dye World Lord, who had spread news of Qi Yuan, explode like balloons.
Both of these World Lords were immensely powerful.
Placed outside, who among them could not call themselves kings and ancestors? They were existences known as creators.
Even if the president of the Myriad Transformations Society personally attacked them, they might not necessarily be able to completely subdue the two.
As for killing them, that was even more difficult.
Yet in Qi Yuan's hands, they were as fragile as paper, easily seized and handled.
Two World Lords of the World Creation Realm had fallen.
The World Lords of the Myriad Transformations Society were filled with shock.
The fat old man looked at Qi Yuan. The words "sworn brother" never left his mouth, ultimately becoming a helpless sigh.
"No wonder you could fall in love with a fourth-layer Yang Spirit."
He was referring to what Qi Yuan had said upon arriving at the Myriad Transformations Society: that his Dao companion was a fourth-layer Yang Spirit.
At first, everyone had thought he was a pretty boy living off a woman.
Now it seemed, what pretty boy? He was a ruthless man.
Within the Myriad Transformations Society, a white-haired old man looked at Qi Yuan, brilliance bursting from his eyes. "A variable! This is the variable our Myriad Transformations Society has sought through countless eras!"
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