"Which bastard had to cause a landslide at such a rotten moment... fuck his ancestors..." The Four Swords of the Kingly Way's frustration and frenzy had reached their absolute peak.
Zuo Xiaoduo had no idea what had happened over there.
After causing the landslide, he had long since slipped away.
The commotion had been too great.
He had no choice but to leave.
If everyone came over, Lord Zuo wouldn't be able to handle them.
As for whether there was anyone down below... Zuo Xiaoduo hadn't considered that at all.
He had simply acted when the opportunity arose, and by now he had moved around to the other side.
This time, he had openly put on a disguise, donned a gray-haired wig, and walked out with his back hunched, looking for all the world like an old man whose candle was guttering in the wind. He traveled several hundred miles without a ripple of trouble.
There had been fights along those several hundred miles, but every one had started because someone wanted to bully an old man and rob a fellow crook. Yet how capable could scum so utterly lacking in ambition that they bullied the elderly possibly be?
Turning the tables and robbing those crooks instead, Zuo Xiaoduo gained another six Space Rings.
Two hundred and thirty-five.
What bliss.
The only pity was that he couldn't read faces while concealing his identity, so no Fortune Points came in. That was a slight regret.
Although he was disguised, Zuo Xiaoduo knew the score.
His cultivation foundation couldn't be hidden from anyone at all. As long as someone focused on his cultivation, they would recognize him instantly.
Among a crowd of high-level cultivators, a small fry in the Embryonic Breath Realm like him stood out like a bright lamp.
But