Chapter 482

The monk's crazy suggestion made Zi Chen frown. He was somewhat tempted.

"Think about it. Each token costs two hundred thousand. If we get all the tokens here, that would be more than a million. If we split it evenly, each person would get several billion, close to ten billion." The monk's eyes lit up.

Close to ten billion. This was a very tempting number. Zi Chen could not help but be tempted.

Essence Stones did not represent a simple number. It represented cultivation resources. The more Essence Stones one had, the more abundant cultivation resources one would have. It could also shorten the time one needed to break through.

After thinking about it, Zi Chen finally nodded. He agreed to the monk's crazy suggestion to make a move on the other people with tokens. The two of them had offended many factions. Once they left this place, there would definitely be more than a hundred Core Realm cultivators chasing after them.

However, where there were gains, there were losses. Furthermore, Zi Chen had never been short of enemies along the way.

Hence, the two of them made a move.

In the next two days, Zi Chen and the monk made a move on several factions and successfully snatched two tokens.

The two of them now had six tokens. During this period, the monk would also make a move on others to snatch their Essence Stones.

The monk wielded his saber and charged into the crowd. With a series of slashes, people were instantly thrown off their feet. Then, he snatched the Essence Stones in the spirit rings. Everything went very smoothly.

As for the two of them, they had earned enough hatred through their repeated robberies. They had become public enemies. Now, wherever they went, people would shout to kill them.

"Bald monk, you are insulting our intelligence. We are not done with you."

"Damn bald monk, you will die a horrible death."

"When you fall into our hands, we will torture you to death and then chop you into pieces."

In the small world, angry curses reverberated. The factions that had their Essence Stones and tokens snatched were about to go crazy. Many of them were cursing hysterically.

The monk with the saber was different from the rest. Others could recognize him at a glance. However, the monk pretended to be smart and covered his face with a black mask. However, his shiny bald head gave off a dazzling golden light. He did not try to hide it at all. This infuriated others and drew even more hatred for him.

Furthermore, in the eyes of the crowd, the monk's actions were a serious insult to their intelligence.

It could be said that in this small world, Zi Chen had completely become a foil, while Tyrant was the real protagonist and main force. Every time, he would be the first to rush up and slash fiercely, defeating his opponent as quickly as possible.

This was a completely different kind of monk. In the past, he would occasionally put on an act, but in the small world, he revealed his true nature and did not hide it at all. His behavior was even more professional than that of a real robber.

After obtaining the seventh token, the two of them had already become enemies in the small world.

"Find them and kill them."

"Kill, kill the two of them, especially that bald monk. Once we catch him, we must torture him to death."

In the entire worldlet, no matter the size of the forces, they were all gnashing their teeth at Zi Chen and Tyrant. Every day, they could be heard cursing and swearing. Many forces spontaneously formed one alliance after another to hunt down the two of them.

Among them, there was an alliance of baldies who hated the monks to the bone. They were led by a big power and brought along seventy to eighty people to fly into the sky.

"Young Master, there's the latest news. Baldies have robbed another power ten thousand miles away." A person flew over from afar.

"Damn it. Let's go and kill them."

The leader of the baldies' alliance had a cold glint in his eyes. His expression was extremely gloomy. He was a big power whose token had been stolen. He was extremely unwilling and had been thinking of ways to get the token back.

Dozens of people flew into the sky in a grandiose manner and flew ten thousand miles away.

"Haha, hand over the token and I'll spare your lives."

Ten thousand miles away, a masked guy with a shiny head holding a long saber was laughing wildly. In front of him was the ten-man team that had just been defeated.

They gritted their teeth and looked at Tyrant with resentment. "Bald monk, kill us if you can."

"Eh, you can recognize me even though I'm masked?" Tyrant exclaimed. Everyone was so angry that they almost vomited blood.

They all thought to themselves, 'You're f * cking trying to piss us off, aren't you? As long as you're not blind, anyone can recognize you.'

"Hand over the token, or die."

Tyrant spoke again. His voice was cold, and the long saber in his hand flashed. He looked exactly like a bandit.

"No token." One of them gritted his teeth and said.

"What a bunch of idiots. You don't even have a token. Hand over the spirit ring." Tyrant said angrily.

Zi Chen watched all this with a smile on his face. He had no intention of making a move. He didn't need to do anything. Tyrant could handle everything here.

"Bald monk, die for me."

Before the other party could hand over the spirit ring, a loud roar came from the sky. The voice was so loud that it sounded like rolling thunder.

Then, a black mass of figures appeared in the sky. There were close to a hundred of them, and all of them were in the late stage of the Void Flight Realm. Their aura surged, and their murderous intent scattered the clouds in the sky as they quickly flew over.

"Bald monk, today is the day you die."

"Today, we're going to cut you into pieces and feed you to the dogs."

A cold and resentful voice sounded. Angry eyes fell on Tyrant. They wanted to eat his flesh, drink his blood, and gnaw on his bones. The leader of the big forces even had fire in his eyes. He wanted to burn Tyrant alive.

Tyrant squinted his eyes and looked at the crowd. There were nearly a hundred people in the air, but he was not afraid at all. His expression was still calm, but soon, disappointment appeared on his face because he realized that these people were all snatched by him. They were no longer of any value.

"Tyrant, our reinforcements are here. Why aren't you running?" The leader of the ten-man team next to him said.

"Run? They should be the ones running. Hand over the spirit ring." Tyrant glanced at the other party coldly.

"You …" The other party's face changed.

"Bang."

At this moment, Tyrant decisively made a move. He directly knocked the other party out and took the spirit ring. After that, he turned into a golden light and knocked the other nine people out, taking all the spirit rings.

His speed was so fast that it made people speechless.

"Tyrant, stop it."

"Stop it, damn bald monk. How dare you rob us in front of us. Today, we'll kill you."

Angry shouts sounded from the sky. Many experts came and rushed towards Tyrant like a swarm of bees. At the same time, a joint attack formation appeared, wanting to kill Tyrant.

Facing dozens of Void Flight Realm cultivators, Zi Chen didn't watch the show anymore. He turned into a golden light and rushed forward. The long spear in his hand was like a dragon. The spear light kept flashing.

Tyrant held his long sword and rushed into the crowd. Then, there was a wave of screams and people fell from the sky.

"Boom!"

Under the joint attack of Zi Chen and Tyrant, the joint attack formation was broken in an instant. It caused a wave of screams. Then, the screams turned into screams. Blood splattered in the sky as the Void Flight Realm cultivators fell to the ground.

In less than a quarter of an hour, only Tyrant and Zi Chen were left in the sky. On the ground, there were many people lying on the ground. Some of them had already fainted, while others were wailing in pain. Their voices were mournful.

The people who were wailing had resentment and fear on their faces. The combat power of the two was too strong. They had completely defeated them. This made them seriously suspect that the two were monsters secretly cultivated by a big force.

"A bunch of poor people. Remember to come and find me when you have money next time."

Tyrant curled his lips in disdain. Then, he flew into the distance and continued to look for the next target, leaving behind a group of ashamed, angry, and frightened Void Flight Realm cultivators.

After nearly a hundred Void Flight Realm cultivators were defeated by Tyrant, it caused a huge uproar. All the forces in the small world knew about Tyrant and Zi Chen's strength. They were shocked and fearful of them.

Moreover, those forces that hadn't been robbed were also on tenterhooks because Tyrant had said that he would take away all the entry tokens.

As a result, all of the cultivators gathered together, forming a true super alliance.

All the big and small forces that came to the small world gathered together. Led by Luo, Ning, Lu, and a few other big forces, they chased after Zi Chen and Tyrant.

These were all the people who were still alive in the small world. There were more than a thousand Void Flight Realm cultivators, and they were all in the late stage of the Void Flight Realm. Only the Land of Chaos could have so many experts. Moreover, their combat power was enough to defeat the barbarians.

This time, in order to make it possible to kill them, the big forces didn't hide anything. They decisively and generously told everyone about the joint attack technique. After a short period of practice, the power of the joint attack was very strong.

The joint attack formation formed by hundreds of people was very powerful. Even if an Inner Core expert was trapped, they would be killed in one strike.

"Spread the news and lure them here." The leader of the big forces said coldly.

Seeing that the small world was about to open, Zi Chen and Tyrant couldn't find any other cultivators. They had been searching for two days in a row with no results. This made them very angry.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a deafening beast roar resounded through the dense forest. A strong sound wave came from afar. Behind the sound wave, there were hundreds of beasts fleeing in panic, and startled birds flying in the sky.

"This is …" Zi Chen and Tyrant's expressions changed. After looking at each other, they both blurted out, "A big demon."

A big demon was equivalent to an Inner Core expert among humans. Their strength was much stronger than humans of the same level. This could be seen just by looking at the powerful wolf.

"This is a small world. The realm is suppressed to the Void Flight Realm. How can there be a Inner Core big demon?"

After the exclamation, Tyrant's puzzled voice sounded.

"Maybe the realm suppression of the small world is only effective on us. It's useless on the local demonic beasts."

Zi Chen explained. When he was in the Nimbus Martial Ancestor, he encountered a similar situation.

"Inner Core big demon? Is it possible that the last entry token is in his body?" Tyrant asked again.

Zi Chen was slightly stunned. After a while, he came to a conclusion. It was very likely that the token was in the other party's body.

"Let's go and kill this Inner Core big demon." Tyrant's eyes lit up. He seemed to have seen the entry token worth two hundred thousand.

Zi Chen nodded. Just as the two of them were about to go forward, they found traces of a team. There were about twenty people, and it was an unfamiliar team.

The other party seemed to have seen them too. Their expressions changed, and they turned to leave.

"Let's rob them first. They must have the token." Tyrant became very excited. He chased after them with his long saber.

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