The Storm, The Pain of Those Involved

True Lord Hundred Tribulations wore a look of regret and stomped his foot, vexed that he had failed to reap any benefits.

It was clearly an ancient ruin, yet they had arrived too late. There was nothing left for him.

"Which immoral bastard moved away the entire ruin?"

The subordinate behind him cursed with a face full of misfortune. He had never seen anyone so greedy.

Fine if you wanted to eat the meat yourself, but at least leave everyone else a sip of soup.

Having grown up and explored no small number of dangerous places, he had never once seen someone haul away an entire ruin.

"He was here!" The Lord of Myriad Demons sniffed, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes as a blurry image materialized in the void.

Within it, a vague yet towering figure raised a hand, grabbed the entire dojo, tucked it into his robes, and vanished.

"Ling Xiao!"

True Lord Hundred Tribulations flew into a rage, staring murderously at the figure in the void as he ground his teeth and said, "That beast has no sense of decency at all!"

"He left not long ago. If we chase now, we can still catch him."

The Lord of Myriad Demons said calmly, as though he possessed some special method of sensing Ling Xiao's aura. Like a professional hunter analyzing prey he had tracked for a long time.

Confident, decisive, unhurried, brimming with absolute certainty.

At every moment, he exuded a powerful sense of professionalism.

"Chase! A scourge like him must be brought to justice!" True Lord Hundred Tribulations said coldly, icy light shooting from his eyes.

A beast that moved entire ruins whenever he saw them absolutely could not be allowed to live.

Immediately, the group set off without pause. Led by the Lord of