"First, I, Yang Ling, don't need your Immortal God Cult's funding to advance to Fourth-Rank Grandmaster."
"Second, your Immortal God Cult is a maggot, both in reality and in the Divine Domain. You have no right to discuss cooperation with me."
"Third, your Cult Master hasn't shown his face in person. There's no sincerity at all, and I'm very angry."
Yang Ling said, "You remember all those dirty tricks your Immortal God Cult pulled before, don't you?
You even threatened me in the Divine Realm Chat Channel.
Even now, the Iron Clothes Department is still conducting a large-scale special crackdown operation against your Immortal God Cult in Zhao State.
Since you've shown yourselves, I'll make you quit the game."
A sheen of cold sweat broke out on the three men's foreheads.
One of them forced a smile. "Yang Ling, the three of us are members of the Rong Tribe's Heavenly Wolf Guard. This is a neutral zone. No one can be killed here.
Your own Minister of War said that, didn't he?
Surely you wouldn't violate the law."
"What? Was that the excuse Li Fengxian used to talk the three of you into coming to see me?"
Yang Ling couldn't help laughing.
The three men inwardly trembled, beginning to regret their decision.
They should never have come.
His reaction frightened them.
One of them took out One Liang Silver, only for Yang Ling to immediately snatch it away and toss it into the Green Dragon Ring.
"Trying to use private chat right in front of me? You've got some nerve."
"Boss Yang, you're Rank One on Zhao State's Divine Realm Rank List. You shouldn't quibble with new players like us."
"The Cult Master promised us some benefits for coming here. How about we give up all of them and hand