Xu Yuan almost wanted to laugh.
Lu Chenzhou was still flying beyond the Ice-frost-covered cliffs, looking ready to strike at any moment. The threat of him loomed over everything.
It was infuriating. It was ruining the Competition.
At first, it really had been.
Xu Yuan had been at his wits' end, too.
But...
Ever since
Honor Among Thieves had taken effect,
Lu Chenzhou had seemed rather endearing.
Comrade Chenzhou had spared no effort in contributing so many treasures. Really, Xu Yuan ought to be more understanding.
He was the sort of person who loved treating everyone when he went out!
Wait.
How much money did he have?
Xu Yuan recalled that high-grade weapons, armor, Formation Discs, and the like could cost thousands or even tens of thousands of Spirit Stones apiece.
Could it be...
I'm going to be rich?
The anger and killing intent around Xu Yuan suddenly subsided.
Honestly.
You're ruining my Competition.
Xu Yuan hardly dared look at Lu Chenzhou again, afraid that remembering he was now penniless would make him burst out laughing.
"Let's go."
Xu Yuan flashed onto a higher stretch of cliff.
Far below his feet, the Demon Race were still searching everywhere for him, intent on killing him.
Xu Yuan simply stood there, wrapped head to toe in Dark Spirit, watching every movement below without expression.
Clang!
Clang! Clang!
Lights kept bursting overhead.
The Referees' assessments appeared before his eyes one after another:
"When Mo Daosheng suppressed his cultivation back then and failed to beat him, there was nothing strange about it."
"Han Chaoshen actually said he wasn't good enough? Just to promote Lu Chenzhou?"
"Word is Fu Xiuyi has already taken him as her disciple... Fu Xiuyi really does have a keen eye."
"He was clearly holding back. If Lu Chenzhou hadn't pushed