Wan Wuyi stood not far behind Zhang Yu. Looking at Zhang Yu's back, he replayed their recent clash in his mind and sighed repeatedly. "This Zhang Yu... he's so strong he doesn't resemble some brat barely over thirty at all."
"Information, assets, cultivation, law..."
"Whether in the realm of direct combat, his own application of Law Articles, the information and public-opinion offensives and defenses in the Dharma Realm and Spirit Realm, or all kinds of games involving stock prices and capital... he is flawless in every regard. He is no longer an opponent who can be easily suppressed."
As the head of a gambling platform, Wan Wuyi had seen far too many cultivators throughout his Immortal Dao career who struck it rich overnight and saw their strength skyrocket in a short time.
But cultivators whose strength surged in such a short period generally had many weak points.
And it was precisely because of those weak points that they could not truly control or protect their assets. As the old saying went, their rise was blazing, and their fall was sudden.
Yet Zhang Yu before him had shattered this layer of Wan Wuyi's experience.
"In just over thirty years, he climbed from the 1st Layer to his current position. He has almost no weaknesses whatsoever. It is unbelievable that only a little over half a year has passed since he broke through Refining Void and established his Law Article..."
Wan Wuyi sighed inwardly. "With just the three of us, unless we wager our entire fortunes, there is no way we can suppress him. Not to mention that Hundred-Billion Flying Sword of his has yet to leave its sheath."
At this moment, the Hundred-Billion Flying Sword that had remained sheathed all along felt far more threatening to Wan Wuyi than if Zhang