The Straight Wooden Stick

After the declaration was delivered, it was time to claim the rewards from the treasury.

Besides Li Jun, there were three other players. None of them were familiar faces, since the mission to destroy the Cosmic Magic Energy was not only very difficult but also heavily reliant on cooperation.

Xiao Yang sat in the high-backed chair he had specially made for himself, his gaze falling on the players before him.

Aside from Li Jun, the other three were all leaders of major guilds.

Players talked a big game on the forums, but when it came down to it, aside from those truly incorrigible characters, few dared to do anything too outrageous in front of Xiao Yang.

"They're all sitting there like quail."

Li Jun, on the other hand, seemed to have more courage. He raised his head and looked at Xiao Yang. If he had made such a move in front of those tyrannical evil gods, he might not have had enough lives to die several times over. Fortunately, the one before him was Xiao Yang, not anyone else.

People with courage always earned a little more respect.

After advancing to demigod, the sense of dissonance about Xiao Yang had actually faded even more than it had when he was at Legendary Rank. Even though he was merely sitting there, the pressure he exerted was considerable, and he still had an inhuman air about him, but that sinister feeling had diminished considerably.

The reason for this change was simple.

"He and He are more distinct from each other now."

Xiao Yang and Xiao Yang were no longer back-to-back, stuck together. As far as Xiao Yang could tell, his other self seemed to be busy with something in the Sea of Consciousness. Still, their connection remained close. If Xiao Yang wanted