"He's made a great contribution. He killed an Ancestor Realm Corpse King." Bodhi Saint sent the message.
Yuan Sheng's pupils contracted. He couldn't believe it and hurriedly replied, "What did you say? He killed an Ancestor Realm Corpse King?"
Bodhi Saint's lips curved upward. He'd replied so quickly. Yuan Sheng must be furious. That made it all the more interesting. "According to the rules, he chose you, Yuan Sheng. From now on, you must not take the initiative to attack him or anyone from Primeval Space. Otherwise, you'll be breaking the rules set by Master, and you'll bear the consequences."
Yuan Sheng stared blankly at the screen. The next moment, a roar rang out in every direction. Everyone in the intelligence center where he was stationed bled from their eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, then collapsed to the ground, staring at him in terror.
Some had even passed out.
Yuan Sheng roared, almost bellowing outright. That little bastard—how could he? How could he do this? How could he? Bastard! Bastard!
Yuan Sheng had never been so furious.
Every day in the Boundless Battlefield, he'd resented Lu Yin. The resentment had kept building until it changed him completely. And now he'd been told he couldn't attack Lu Yin or anyone from Primeval Space. How could he possibly endure that?
He knew the rules well. He couldn't just refrain from attacking Lu Yin himself; he couldn't incite anyone else to attack Lu Yin or Primeval Space, either. That meant he'd never have a chance to take revenge on Lu Yin. He couldn't even try to provoke Lu Yin into attacking him.
In other words, as far as Lu Yin was concerned, he might as well not exist.
Even if Lu Yin cursed him to his face, all he could do was curse