When Yang Ling saw the old man's movements, he remained calm on the surface, but secretly broke into a cold sweat.
Meng Yuan, Lei Wanqi, and the others held their breath, watching the old man expectantly.
There was no telling how heavy the old man's punches were. All they could see was his extremely solemn expression as he struck the Xuanhuang Gate with one earnest punch after another.
Every punch raised the hopes of the Players present a little higher.
But as countless punches fell, their hearts grew colder and colder.
The Xuanhuang Gate remained as immovable as a mountain. No matter how heavy the old man's punches were, not a trace of force could pass through.
"So even a First Rank immortal really can't break through."
Reassured, Yang Ling turned and walked toward Meng Yuan.
"Fuck!"
Meng Yuan abruptly stood up:
"It's only three years! With Life-Substitution Bamboo Slips, why should we be afraid of him?
I thought sacrificing a little dignity would keep the cost of this mission within manageable limits.
Why do you have to take things this far?"
Another Life-Substitution Bamboo Slip?
Yang Ling frowned slightly, but he was not particularly surprised.
A Life-Substitution Bamboo Slip could indeed save a life, but being unable to enter the Grandmaster Network for three years after using it was already a side effect severe enough to make them suffer.
What would things look like three years from now?
For ordinary Martial Artists, three years was a short time. Not much would change.
But for the core disciples of the Grandmaster Network's major corporations, three years was enough for them to feel as though the whole world had changed.
As Meng Yuan stood, quite a few young men and women from the corporations' core ranks also rose, staring coldly at