The Abyss Sovereign Steps In

Chi Kui stood at the edge of the Trading Hall, staring fixedly toward the Abyss Core.

There was no Throne there, no banner, yet all the Origin flowed toward it. Everyone entering the hall took one thing for granted: this Wound Zone had a new master.

Chi Kui swallowed. His crimson eyes burned with jealousy that seemed to sear through bone.

He had clawed his way out of heaps of corpses to get where he was. He had hidden in the mud for three hundred Eras while a Half-Step Fourth Step cultivator hunted him. That was how he had kept his life and earned his place among the veteran Third Step cultivators.

But Yang Yu? Some kid who had just appeared had casually set up the Exchange and made Transcendents who lived by the blade line up to hand him money. Just now, he had done nothing at all. A flood of Origin had poured in, and he had broken into the Third Step Dharma Aspect Realm in front of everyone as easily as drinking water.

Why should he get all that?!

There had never been fairness in this Pseudo-Hongmeng, only the law of the jungle. If Chi Kui let this Exchange drain the resources dry, he would become a joke sooner or later.

But it had not come to that yet. Even the firmest rules needed strength to back them. If he shattered the kid's authority today, this Exchange would prove no stronger than a sheet of wastepaper!

Chi Kui grinned and ran his fingers over the Giant Blade covered in old scars, baring jagged fangs tinged with a chilling crimson.

"Quite the show he's putting on."

His voice was low.

Yet at that moment, it scraped slowly across the entire hall like a rust-stained blade.

Several Wanderers nearby