It had caused Konghai to make repeated mistakes during the Buddhist Cultivator Society's subsequent major operations.
As a direct result, he had been removed from the three candidates.
Now, seeing Yang Yong, he recognized him.
This man belonged to that convoy.
The convoy that had brought him crashing down from his pedestal.
If the setting and the other man's status had not been inappropriate, Konghai would have felt the urge...
To slap Yang Yong dead with a single strike.
Yang Yong, meanwhile, had returned to the City Lord's seat. His expression did not change, but his mind raced through calculations.
From their clash of auras just now, Yang Yong had also confirmed it.
The Monk Konghai before him was that...
Sequence Five from the Buddhist Cultivator Society who could unleash a giant palm descending from the sky.
This fellow really was a fierce fighter.
One palm strike could flatten a small mountain.
Yang Yong's eyes darted about as he thought of Bone City, which had appeared recently.
Exploring Bone City.
If he could trick this fellow into going...
The more Yang Yong thought about it, the more promising it seemed.
The thing was, Yang Yong felt he was still too kindhearted. When it came to schemes and tricks, he probably could not outplay Mingdeng, that old monk with white hair and beard.
Professional matters were best left to professionals.
With a tap of his finger, Yang Yong connected to Cao Xianming and sent over the news from his end.
Over on the other side.
Cao Xianming was lying in a rocking chair, leisurely eating grapes.
Yang Yong's sudden barrage of information jolted him upright.
He took a closer look and leaped to his feet.
Fuck!
The Buddhist Cultivator Society!
Of all the human factions they had encountered so far, the