Chapter 526
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An Sen was startled. After confirming that it was the Lord, his tense face bloomed. He immediately bowed respectfully to Long Bufan and said, "Yes, my Lord."
"My Lord is mighty!"
The twenty berserkers cheered on the spot when they heard this. More than ten Divine Sea Realm experts were killed by their joint efforts. This was something that they would never dare to do in their dreams in the past, but they did it tonight. At this moment, when they looked at Long Bufan's tall figure, their eyes were filled with deep worship.
This kind of worship only appeared when their tribe paid tribute to the Mad God. Obviously, in the hearts of this group of berserkers, Long Bufan's position had already transcended that of mortals. He was a figure comparable to their great Mad God.
Long Bufan naturally didn't know the psychological changes of the berserkers. At this moment, his gaze had already shifted to Zhou Tong, only to see the latter looking at him with a complicated expression. The corners of Long Bufan's mouth curled up slightly. The reason why he had been maintaining the Demonic Soldier form was mainly to intimidate Zhou Tong and let him know that his true strength was always an existence that he could never surpass.
Only in this way could he completely conquer Zhou Tong, who had always thought of himself as a genius. That was because in this world, it was an era where the strong were respected. Strength represented one's fist. If one's fist was hard, then one would have to listen to it. Don't listen? Then I'll beat you until you listen!
"Will he kill me too? Then destroy the corpse and destroy the evidence. Not only will the sect not be able to find out, but I also won't have to share half of the spoils. " Facing Long Bufan's cold gaze, Zhou Tong had uneasy thoughts in his heart. After all, he was now of no use to Long Bufan. If it were from another angle, Zhou Tong felt that he would kill him to prevent the news from leaking out and eliminate future troubles.
"These are your spoils of war."
As his voice faded, Long Bufan gently waved his hand. Seven storage bags that flickered with a faint green glow appeared out of thin air. After which, they drew seven elegant arcs of light in the air as they floated towards Zhou Tong.
Seeing this, Zhou Tong's heart trembled and his eyes flashed with surprise. He immediately reached out to take the seven storage bags and scanned them with his spiritual sense. Any one of the storage bags contained many times more than all of his wealth. Furthermore, there were seven storage bags. In other words, his wealth had increased by dozens of times at this moment!
With such abundant resources, he was confident that he could break through the threshold of the Spirit Sea Realm in two months.
Afterwards, Zhou Tong suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked in a somewhat puzzled tone, "Didn't they have twelve? According to the previous agreement of half the spoils, I should have six storage bags."
"You deserve it. Take it." Long Bufan said in an indifferent manner. However, he was secretly laughing in his heart. The most valuable item, the Devouring Evil Sword, was already his. Therefore, the items in these seven storage bags were nothing to him.
Moreover, letting the other party take advantage of him on the surface was even more effective in capturing people's hearts.
As expected, Long Bufan's generosity finally broke down the last line of defense in Zhou Tong's heart. As an inner hall disciple of the Yin-Yang school, he actually bowed his noble figure towards Long Bufan and sincerely thanked him, "Thank you master Long Bufan. It was a pleasure working with you."
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