Playing at Being Martyrs?

The vast Clear Water Hall was deathly silent.

Every player stared at Yang Ling in utter bewilderment.

Quite a few players tried to view his Attribute Panel, only to be struck dizzy by the terrifying Mental Power, nearly unable to stay seated.

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 Gods Sect?"

"He's Yang Ling!?"

"How is that possible!?"

"Wasn't he over at the Eagle Valley Red Copper Mine? I looked into it. It's a long way from there, and beast tides can easily be encountered along the road!"

"It's over! Everyone from the Immortal Gods Sect over in Eagle Valley was slaughtered clean. Do we still have any chance of surviving?"

"Run!"

A player abruptly rose and rushed for the exit.

Yang Ling said blandly, "Two hundred Precious Medicine Gang fighters are waiting outside. Anyone who runs out without permission will be chopped into meat paste."

The players who had stood up to flee immediately turned around and sat back down, their faces pale as beads of sweat the size of peas dripped down.

"You're Yang Ling!? How could you be Yang Ling!? I even sent you private messages..."

Dong Jing muttered to himself.

"Zhang Wei is one of his trusted subordinates. They clearly arranged this beforehand.

Looks like you're the bastard."

Li Jun looked at Dong Jing and said coldly.

Dong Jing's face turned ashen.

Yang Ling looked at Li Jun curiously.

"Li Jun, how did you get away from the Iron Garment Division in Kyoto?"

Li Jun narrowed his eyes slightly. "You're curious? This is one of the Immortal Gods Sect's methods. In Kyoto, Zhao