But all of a sudden, Luo Yingtian wanted to see just how strong Shanhai really was.
Maybe letting him fight the Seventh Faction wasn't such a bad idea.
Luo Yingtian stroked his chin. The more he thought about it, the more workable it seemed.
Lin Feng had certainly made a note of the Seventh Faction.
If he got the chance, he wouldn't mind wiping it out before the Black Robes collapsed completely.
No one got to cross him and walk away unscathed.
After a moment's thought, Lin Feng decided to join Old Man Luo Yingtian's faction.
Luo Yingtian's faction ranked near the top, which would make a lot of things easier.
Besides, the old man spoke fluent Chinese and looked Eastern. Lin Feng found himself leaning toward Luo Yingtian.
"All right, then. I'd like to join—"
"Wait!"
Before Lin Feng could finish, another black vortex appeared in the room.
Lin Feng's eyebrow stopped twitching and began to spasm.
Seriously? Another First Sequence boss?
What was going on today? Why was everyone showing up?
Looks like the Black Robes have fewer top fighters than I thought.
Or maybe they see potential in me?
A man emerged from the black vortex, draped head to toe in a black robe.
It was black, but nothing like the others' robes.
The sheen and pattern of its fabric, along with the aura it faintly radiated, were far beyond anything an ordinary black robe could match.
The man was Gold-Silver Tree's leader, Jin Henry.
That made three First Sequence faction bosses. One more, and they could fill a mahjong table.
Lin Feng felt like a contestant on an Eastern singing show, with three judges spinning their chairs around to fight over him.
The moment Jin entered, he shot Luo Yingtian and Egart a fierce glare.
His