Fu Moyan did not drive. He simply flew through the air.
But everywhere he went, he drew cries of amazement.
"Flying through the air! He's actually a Sky-Soaring Realm expert!"
"Bullshit. The Sky-Soaring Realm is only the minimum requirement for flight. Look how fast he's moving, like a bolt of lightning. He could very well be a mighty Manifestation Realm cultivator."
"The Manifestation Realm? Hiss—"
Everyone who caught sight of Fu Moyan's fleeting figure sucked in a cold breath.
The Manifestation Realm!
In the game, that was about as weak as a weakling could get.
These days, players in the game were generally at the Divine Martial Realm.
Only the truly weak ones were still muddling around in the Spirit Martial Realm.
But the game was the game.
In reality, someone at the Outer Astral Realm was already an expert, while someone at the Spirit Martial Realm was an expert among experts.
Anyone who could break through to the final stage of the Spirit Martial Realm, the Manifestation Realm, would be a truly mighty cultivator, standing among the world's strongest.
At present, ordinary people were only at the early stages of the True Martial Realm.
As for the cries of amazement from below...
Fu Moyan heard them all, but paid them no mind.
In the beginning...
Those exclamations had excited him, even filling him with pride and complacency. But after a while, they were nothing special anymore.
As he flew...
Fu Moyan kept an eye on the virtual map in his mind.
A red dot had appeared on it.
Each red dot marked the location of a Child of Fortune, so he was now heading off to find his assassination target.
He had completed quite a few missions.
Fu Moyan was already thoroughly familiar with the process.
Soon...
He drew