Flying through the air, Lin Lei immediately released his divine sense to begin a careful search.
“Southeast direction.” Lin Lei quickly discovered the nearest Saint Realm powerhouse. “This Saint Realm powerhouse has a very unique aura and a strange appearance. He’s not human.”
“Let’s go to him first.” A cold glint flashed in Deslie’s eyes. “Hmph, it’s highly likely this other-realm Saint is following the orders of the hidden god-level powerhouse. If he hadn’t participated in the massacres, he wouldn’t be able to stay peacefully in the Luo’ao Empire.”
Lin Lei nodded slightly.
If he hadn’t been willing to conspire with that god-level powerhouse, he would have fled long ago. Why would he still be in the Luo’ao Empire?
Lin Lei and Deslie immediately flew at full speed toward that other-realm Saint powerhouse.
A thin, dark-skinned man with a turban wrapped around his head reclined comfortably in a chair. Beside him, a beautiful maid respectfully held a fruit platter. The thin man always had a faint smile on his lips, but the maids were all filled with apprehension.
They all knew their master had a very strange temper. He might be smiling happily now, but sometimes he would fly into a rage and brutally whip and beat them.
“Ah, this life is truly comfortable.” The dark-skinned thin man sighed in enjoyment.
He had arrived on the Yulan Continent a full four years ago. Life here was tens of millions of times better than in the Gobadasi Plane Prison. There, he had been at the very bottom, but on the Yulan Continent, he could easily decide others’ life and death.
“I arrived a bit late. Many of the others came here six years ago.” The thin man still harbored some dissatisfaction deep down.
Deep within the misty valleys of the Magic Beast Mountain Range, there were unstable spatial rifts. A low-level god could tear space to reach the Yulan Continent. Even Saint Realm powerhouses, if ten or eight of them worked together, could tear space and arrive.
“Hmm, you, come here.” The thin man’s gaze swept to a nearby maid.
The maid immediately knelt down respectfully, offering the fruit platter. Only then did the thin man contentedly take a fruit and eat it comfortably, thinking to himself: “For someone like me, Bulong, to enjoy these things—in the Gobadasi Plane Prison, fruit was a delicacy only god-level powerhouses could savor!”
Only when you have something to compare it to, do you know what happiness is.
Only after losing something, do you know its value!
Back in his own material plane, Bulong had once been a great figure. But having power, he naturally hadn’t cherished it much.
After suffering all manner of hardships in the Gobadasi Plane Prison, he finally understood how to enjoy power.
“Huh?” The corner of Bulong’s eye suddenly caught the appearance of two people in his great hall, startling him greatly. He was a peak Saint Realm powerhouse, and these two strong individuals had entered his hall without him noticing until he saw them with his own eyes—
Bulong shot to his feet.
“My Lords, you are?” Bulong’s attitude was extremely humble.
Bulong had a feeling, as if he had returned to the Gobadasi Plane Prison. Facing a god-level powerhouse, this was how humble he would be. Standing before Bulong were precisely Lin Lei and Deslie.
“Master, he?” The maids were greatly shocked. They had witnessed their master’s strength.
“Send them out,” Deslie said.
Bulong immediately gave the maids a meaningful look, urging them to leave quickly. The maids departed one by one, apprehensive and cautious. As they left, each glanced back at Lin Lei and Deslie with fear and curiosity.
What kind of people could make their master so terrified?
“We are from the Yulan Continent plane,” Lin Lei said.
Bulong was stunned.
But in an instant, Bulong understood the meaning of the man in the azure blue robe before him. The other party had obviously seen through his identity.
“You should understand why we’ve come, right?” Lin Lei and Deslie’s expressions were cold.
Bulong’s heart trembled. Could it be?
Bulong forced a smile: “I wonder, My Lords…”
“Hmph.” Lin Lei let out an angry, cold snort. “Don’t tell me you don’t know what’s been happening in the Luo’ao Empire lately. Speak! Who is the god-level powerhouse behind this, orchestrating the deaths of over a hundred million people?”
Bulong’s heart lurched. He wanted to speak, but didn’t dare. He knew all too well how terrifying the god-level powerhouse behind him was.
“My Lords, I’m merely a Saint, how could I…”
*Smack!*
A palm狠狠 slapped Bulong’s face. His entire body was sent flying like a broken sandbag, blood spurting from his mouth. Several teeth fell out, and his body spun through the air several times before hitting the ground.
“So fast.” Bulong was shaken to his core. He hadn’t even seen the other move.
Lin Lei looked at Bulong indifferently and said flatly, “If you don’t speak now, you’ll die now. If you do speak… I think that god-level powerhouse won’t necessarily kill you.”
“My Lords, I’ll speak, I’ll speak!” In front of Lin Lei and Deslie, Bulong didn’t dare put on any airs and immediately said, “The matter of killing large numbers of humans to collect their souls was all arranged by Lord Bomont.”
“Bomont?” Lin Lei and Deslie exchanged a glance.
Yet another unfamiliar name.
Yet another god-level powerhouse!
Deslie said coldly, “Bomont, I suppose that Bomont wouldn’t go kill the humans himself?”
Bulong hesitated slightly, but hearing Lin Lei’s cold snort, he hastily said, “Lord Bomont naturally wouldn’t act personally. He ordered numerous Saint Realm powerhouses to do it. Those who helped Lord Bomont would receive some benefits.” Bulong now somewhat understood; it was likely these people were here to cause trouble for Bomont.
“Numerous Saints… I’m afraid that includes you,” Deslie sneered.
“No, no, not me,” Bulong said quickly. He was most afraid that in their anger, they would kill him. How could he dare admit it now?