The vast Clearwater Hall was deathly silent.
Every player stared at Yang Ling in stunned disbelief.
Several players tried to look at his Attribute Panel, only for a terrifying surge of Mental Power to leave them dizzy and reeling, nearly knocking them out of their seats.
Dong Jing stammered, "Who were those people just now? Why did they call you Lord Yang? Isn't your surname Zhang?"
"His surname isn't Zhang. It's Yang!"
Li Jun took a deep breath. "Which bastard recruited Yang Ling into the Immortal God Cult?"
"He's Yang Ling!?"
"How is that possible!"
"Wasn't he over at the Eagle Valley Red Copper Mine? I asked around. It's a long way from there, and you can easily run into a Beast Tide on the road!"
"We're finished! The Immortal God Cult members over in Eagle Valley were slaughtered to the last man. Do we have any chance of surviving now?"
"Run!"
A player abruptly stood and rushed toward the exit.
Yang Ling said calmly, "Two hundred fighters from the Precious Medicine Gang are waiting outside. Run out without permission, and you'll be chopped into mincemeat."
The player immediately turned around and sat back down, his face pale and beads of cold sweat dripping from him.
"You're Yang Ling!? How could you be Yang Ling!? I even exchanged private messages with you..."
Dong Jing muttered to himself.
"Zhang Wei is one of his trusted men. They clearly arranged it beforehand.
"So you're that bastard."
Li Jun looked at Dong Jing and spoke coldly.
Dong Jing's face turned ashen.
Yang Ling looked at Li Jun with some curiosity.
"Li Jun, how did you get out of the Iron Clothes Department in the Capital?"
Li Jun narrowed his eyes slightly. "Curious? That's what our Immortal God Cult is capable of. We already