742, Bloodied and Beaten-Lu Lin's Worth

"Of course it's true."

Lord of Long Xing's voice came through the communicator.

Then his phantom appeared in the cosmos, facing Chou Da.

"You Revival Society scum, if you dare take a disciple of my Money Bank, you'll make a mortal enemy of us."

"Lu Lin is already a disciple of my Money Bank. If you know what's good for you, leave at once, and I may yet spare your life."

A monstrous aura radiated from Lord of Long Xing's phantom.

Though that aura couldn't harm Chou Da in the slightest, he still instinctively took half a step back.

"Lord of Long Xing?"

"I never expected it to be you."

Chou Da steadied himself, and at last, a hint of a smile appeared on his face.

"What?"

Lord of Long Xing's face was frosted over.

At the Money Bank, he was a nobody, and he often saw smiles like that on the faces of those stronger than him.

But who did Chou Da think he was?

Forget his mere early Marshal Level strength—even the Revival Society wouldn't dare get too brazen in front of Lord of Long Xing.

Otherwise,

the Money Bank's combat division wouldn't let any organization or Martial Artist that dared provoke the Money Bank get away with it.

"Nothing much."

"I've just heard that Lord of Long Xing isn't doing so well at the Money Bank these days. You probably don't have any disciple-recruitment slots left, do you?"

"Unless something unexpected has happened, Lu Lin isn't really a disciple of the Money Bank."

"Lord of Long Xing, am I right?"

Once Martial Artists reached the Eternal Level, they received all kinds of preferential treatment from the major powers in the cosmos.

Under normal circumstances, for instance, Lord of Long Xing would have one to three slots to