Cao Xianming was overjoyed. He rewarded Zhuo Fujiao with a bowl of rice on the spot and kept her by his side, treating her like a treasure.
This woman was a gold mine.
After finishing "White Porridge Senior," she launched into "Emperor Ru Yan," churning out one melodramatic plot after another, as though her supply would never run dry.
Yang Yong stared in disbelief.
Just how many melodramas had this woman binged before the apocalypse?
With nothing but her gift of gab, Zhuo Fujiao had managed to secure food and clothing in this desperate apocalypse.
Meanwhile, Cao Xianming cradled the activated iPad as though he had acquired an unparalleled treasure.
Piece after piece of intelligence that the Buddhist Cultivator Society had overlooked, but the iPad had secretly recorded, surfaced in an endless stream.
One combat recording drained the color from everyone's faces.
In the footage, a powerful member of the Buddhist Cultivator Society stood cloaked in Buddhist light, a solemn Buddha Aspect manifesting around him.
A sword-wielding Transcendent commanded twenty Flying Swords in a storm of attacks, their sword energy tearing through the air.
Yet the man merely held one hand upright before his chest, an invisible energy barrier enveloping his entire body.
The Flying Swords struck twenty times in succession!
They could not even break through his defenses!
The next second, the Buddhist Cultivator Society expert raised his hand indifferently, and a palm descended from the sky!
The enormous palm blotted out the sky and crashed down!
Before the Transcendent could even scream, the palm smashed him into a bloody mess, leaving him half dead.
The Buddha Sequence!
This was the strength of the Buddhist Cultivator Society's top experts!
Yang Yong leaned closer, his eyelids twitching wildly as he watched.
That palm descending from the sky... Its tremendous power