Six staff strikes a second wasn't the disciples' limit. They were just afraid Sect Master Sun wouldn't be able to see clearly if they swung any faster.
But with a performance like that, they would have to slap themselves twice when they got home and saw the bonus money on their beds.
All in all, the operation had ended in complete success.
For the Heavenly Poison Gate, it was a day that left everyone happy.
Some people, however, weren't quite so pleased.
First were the sects in the Black-Corner Region. Their side had already lost two Dou Zong experts, leaving them with little fighting strength to spare. If they kept digging through the Black-Corner Region, all they would turn up were Dou Emperor-level slabs of old cured meat, nowhere near enough to stand against Sun Buxiao.
Next were the several surrounding empires, which had finally received the news.
As mentioned before, the Black-Corner Region was an extremely important sinkhole for gold and money-laundering haven for the surrounding empires. This vast lawless territory was immensely useful to them. Now that Sun Buxiao had taken control of it, someone else was snoring beside their beds. It was simply intolerable.
Reportedly, the surrounding empires had already secretly sent people into the Black-Corner Region to investigate, looking for a chance to assassinate Sun Buxiao.
Then there were... the Hall of Souls' three shady bastards.
"He's a fucking beast. Seriously."
"Honestly, I'm starting to think he'd fit right in with our Hall of Souls. Too bad that probably won't happen."
Recalling Sun Buxiao's movements, Iron Protector voiced both his admiration and his concerns.
Fuck, Sun Buxiao looked so badass. We don't have the strength to take it by force or the leverage to negotiate... How did we end up in a dead end?
"I'm telling