Today was the day the various chiefs paid tribute to the Black Dragon Stronghold Master. Each had to hand over a treasure, or risk being expelled from the Black Dragon Divine Stronghold and losing its protection.
After all, the master of the Black Dragon Divine Stronghold was a Heavenly God—a true Heavenly God. With such a powerful protector, ordinary factions would not dare provoke them lightly.
Even the outer sect disciples would find it no easy task to wipe them out.
Lu Ren followed Miao Mang into the Black Dragon Divine Stronghold and headed for the Black Dragon Hall.
Soon, Miao Mang and his group were seated beside a table along one side of the hall. Lu Ren, the two deputy chiefs, and a dozen or so bandits stood behind him.
Miao Mang, however, had been placed far from the seat of honor.
Some bandits at the eighth or ninth level of the Virtual God Realm sat much closer.
The stronger one was, the higher one's standing. Clearly, Miao Mang did not hold much status in the Black Dragon Divine Stronghold.
An hour later!
Nearly twenty chiefs had all taken their seats. Only one table remained empty.
"Who hasn't arrived?"
An old man in gray robes held a black palm-leaf fan. He stared at the empty table with a frown, displeasure written all over his face.
Someone dared miss an occasion as important as the tribute? Were they courting death?
"Military Advisor Wen, Wu Niu hasn't come!" one of the chiefs said.
"Wu Niu? Why hasn't he come? Couldn't he produce a treasure?" Wen Yong asked coldly.
He was the military advisor of the Black Dragon Divine Stronghold. Though he was only at the first level of the Virtual God Realm, his standing was second only to that of the