Li Chunfeng's Nascent Soul was terrified. It wanted to cry out, but it realized that it had been sealed by a powerful force.
"Nod or shake your head," Feng Hao said coldly.
The Nascent Soul struggled for a moment before nodding.
"A wise man submits to circumstances. You can choose not to speak, but your life's work will go to waste …"
Feng Hao looked at Li Chunfeng's Nascent Soul approvingly. At the same time, he allowed the Nascent Soul to speak again.
"The Dragon Corporation has a deep foundation and a history spanning a thousand years. The five founding elders of the Dragon clan are talented enough to summon experts. This time, they unexpectedly summoned a demonic immortal who had achieved enlightenment …"
Li Chunfeng only told the truth that outsiders wouldn't be able to find out. In order to survive, he had no choice but to betray the Dragon Corporation.
Feng Hao listened quietly and gained a better understanding of the Dragon Corporation. When he was satisfied, he exerted force in his palm and destroyed Li Chunfeng's Nascent Soul.
"Heinous!"
Fenghao said coldly. Li Chunfeng told him many things honestly, including how he got his cultivation base, which was built on the premise of countless cultivators and mutants dying in battle.
In fact, the lives of many ordinary people were used as nourishment for his flying swords.
As a sword immortal, he looked bright on the outside but was extremely dirty on the inside.
That was why Feng Hao showed no mercy. He killed Li Chunfeng right away and calmly rang the alarm bell.
The alarm rang, and many people rushed into the office on the top floor. All of them were cultivators with powerful cultivation bases, and all of them carried flying swords on their backs. At this moment, they were looking at Li Chunfeng, whose forehead had been pierced by the tip of a flying sword.
"Master!"
Whoosh!
The group of cultivators with flying swords on their backs all knelt down, choking with tears. After the disciples wailed for a while, their gazes all fell on Fenghao, and they coldly said, "Who are you?"
"I'm new here," Feng Hao said.
"How did our master die?" a middle-aged man asked coldly.
"He died when he went berserk while cultivating."
Feng Hao sighed softly and said, "This senior's flying sword technique is extremely brilliant. I suggested that the senior practice his flying sword, but who knew … the flying sword suddenly went out of control and stabbed him to death."
Everyone looked at each other, then at Feng Hao suspiciously.
"By the way, I also saw a lot of things flying out of the flying sword. I don't know what they are …" Feng Hao said innocently.
"Where did those things go?"
The middle-aged man's expression flickered, and he began to pant. There was no doubt that those things were the vengeful souls of his Master, Li Chunfeng. If he could use them for himself, he wouldn't need to worry about his cultivation level.
The middle-aged man's words aroused the greed and desire in everyone's hearts. They looked at Feng Hao with fiery gazes.
Feng Hao chuckled coldly to himself. He knew that the techniques these people cultivated were from Li Chunfeng's lineage, and that they had all been piled on with human lives.
Li Chunfeng was a heretical sword immortal.
During the Age of Dharma's End, Earth's Spirit Qi was so thin that it was impossible for righteous cultivators to reach the Tribulation Stage, not even after a few hundred years.
Heretical cultivators, on the other hand, took the crooked path, using human lives to replace Spirit Qi and embarking on a new path of cultivation. However, this kind of cultivation method was too immoral.
Only those who had lost their conscience would do such a thing.
Just like now, when Li Chunfeng had just died, his disciples were only sad for a moment before asking about the whereabouts of the vengeful souls. To them, their master's death was nothing. What mattered most was whether they could take advantage of the opportunity to reap some benefits.
Feng Hao pointed in the direction of the South China Sea and said, "They flew in that direction …"
As soon as Lin Yu finished speaking, the flying sword on the middle-aged man's back suddenly flew out of its scabbard. He then stepped on the flying sword and flew out from the top floor of the Long Corporation.
"Thief!"
The disciples behind the middle-aged man cursed and also chased after him on their flying swords. Everyone hated themselves for not being fast enough, so they used all their strength to fly in the direction Feng Hao pointed.
Feng Hao looked sympathetically at Li Chunfeng's corpse and said indifferently, "Your disciples don't care whether you live or die. Fortunately, you were killed by me. Otherwise, one of your disciples will definitely kill you."
As soon as Feng Hao said that, he saw familiar faces again. White Snake Bai Ling, the new chairman of the Long Corporation, Long Xueqing, and the person in charge of the HR department who was in charge of recruitment.
Feng Hao was very interested in the middle-aged man from the HR department. In Li Chunfeng's own words, this person was not simple. He was in charge of all the people in the Long Corporation, including the deployment of cultivators and mutants. He knew everyone's abilities and background like the back of his hand.
He was a core member of the Long Corporation.
Although he looked young, he was actually an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years.
However, Feng Hao didn't think Li Chunfeng's words were reliable. There weren't many energy fluctuations in the middle-aged man's body, and the attitude he showed didn't seem like something a magnate should have.
"I remember your name. You're Feng Hao. When Senior Li Chunfeng wasn't paying attention, you made him retreat. Then, you luckily got hired as a bodyguard for the Long Corporation."
Long Xueqing saw Feng Hao in the room and frowned slightly. "How did Senior Li Chunfeng die? Where's his disciple?"
"He died from cultivation deviation. His disciple is chasing something, and he's very emotional." Feng Hao said calmly.
He hadn't lied through his teeth ever since he became the Lord of the Chiliocosm. It felt weird to trick someone again.
"Chairman, Li Chunfeng committed many sins. Although he did put in a lot of effort for the Long Corporation, karma is retribution. Heavenly Law Samsara. Li Chunfeng's life was worth it …"
The person in charge of human resources said respectfully.
Long Xueqing nodded and said, "Give him a proper burial!"
After saying that, Long Xueqing directly turned around and left. But soon after, she seemed to think of Fenghao. She turned back and said, "You are a very interesting person. The moment you entered the company, a senior Sword Immortal died. From today onwards, you are one of my people. Let's see how many more seniors like you will die."
The middle-aged man looked deeply at Feng Hao.
Bai Ling looked him up and down, but still couldn't find any difference between him and an ordinary person. It seemed like he really was an ordinary person.
But why did a Tribulation Transcendence cultivator die at the hands of Feng Hao of all times? It was really strange.
Feng Hao was also a little surprised to see Long Xueqing being so willful. He looked at Bai Ling beside Long Xueqing and smiled in his heart …
It didn't take him any effort at all.
Feng Hao followed the middle-aged man to go through the entry procedures. At the same time, there was one more person in the internal archives of the Long Corporation.
Without exposing his identity, Feng Hao successfully infiltrated the Long Corporation and met the white snake Bai Ling twice.
Soon, he would know the reason for the white snake's arrival and what the Long Corporation was up to.
Feng Hao remembered that when he returned from Hua Mountain, demonic clouds had gathered in the sky above the Long Corporation. He didn't want to care about it, but he still couldn't avoid it.
Since he had promised the disappeared holy tree to protect the land of Huaxia, he had to keep an eye on these demonic creatures.
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