"Hey, brother, are you really blind? You can't recognize the big shot behind me? He's here at the Dispatch Center on business. Is someone like you even qualified to stop him?"
De Zi's way of doing things was remarkably similar to Little Fatty Feng Sanyou's.
With someone backing him up, he acted outrageously arrogantly.
"Heh, you dead fatso of Rank E, you dare make a racket in front of me? Don't think you can scare me just by bringing along some random stray. Do you really think I, a guard, am—"
Before the guard could finish speaking, Lin Yi took out his Ugly-grade Ring as an Anxing member from his Inventory Space and held it out before him.
Looking at the clearly engraved words on the ring and sensing the unique Divine Power fluctuations emanating from it, the guard had no choice but to swallow the extremely arrogant words that had reached his lips.
At such a young age, Lin Yi had become a core member of Anxing and received a level-five ring. He was the only one in all of Anxing to do so.
Speaking of this Ugly-grade Ring, one could not help but admire him.
Shakyamuni had been a target Anxing knew it could not exploit, a mission point Anxing had completely abandoned. The words "completely abandoned" alone made it clear that completing this mission was almost impossible.
Yet Lin Yi had done it.
By himself, he had forcibly advanced Anxing's rise by hundreds, even thousands of years. He had even obtained a Divine Artifact of Divine River Ode's caliber in the Nine Nether Land.
Lin Yi's name and exploits had long spread throughout Anxing. Even organization members stronger than him unanimously acknowledged him.
Not to mention these security personnel. Their admiration and worship for Lin Yi were