— On the River Bank —
Wei Chen let out a sigh as he looked at the armies surrounding them. He glanced at Youqi, who seemed to be on the verge of losing her temper.
He then looked at the sky and the ground, both crowded with warriors from the three Hidden Ancient Forces. From the looks of it, there were more than 50,000 people.
At this rate, all of these morons would end up dead. And since their deaths would also be included in his performance evaluation, he would rather bash the leader's head in and then beat the shit out of everyone here.
Wei Chen then looked at his balance of negative 500,000 Underworld Gold Coins. This was the result of his latest shopping spree. The reason his account was deep in the red now sat inside his Broadcasting Orb's storage.
[Underworld Dragon's Soul Core
Essence of an ancient dragon. Grants the Underworld Dragon Immortal Physique, increasing qi capacity and affinity with all draconic arts.]
