Published: February 6, 2025
Once, Ye Zhongming did not even have the qualification to polish the shoes of this man.
He was Demon Gold, one of the nine sacred seats of the Zero Commerce Association, a representative of bloodshed, terror, and a powerful nine-star evolver.
This man’s strength was built on countless skeletons of his kind.
They were the brightest figures in the apocalypse.
Young Master, Demon Gold, Absolute Dragon... along with Li Qing, Du Sheng...
Ye Zhongming looked up to these names.
Even if these individuals had a bad reputation, even if their names were stained with unremovable blood, they were still the strongest, still standing at the pinnacle of humanity, looking down on billions of existences like Ye Zhongming, who were like ants.
In his previous life, Ye Zhongming feared them. Seeing someone from the Zero Commerce Association was like avoiding snakes and scorpions, because he clearly understood the vast difference between himself and these people.
Forget about the revered names shining in the apocalypse; even the attendants and guards under these sacred seats were figures he could only watch from behind.
But this did not stop Ye Zhongming from harboring deep-seated hatred for these people.
Every survivor who could still be considered human would feel this way.
The Zero Commerce Association, by its very existence, was despicable.
After saving Xia Bai, he learned about Young Master, and that was when Ye Zhongming began to set up everything regarding the Zero Commerce Association, with Young Master Yun being a part of the entire plan. He knew that he would eventually become enemies with these people, and he would not allow them to continue their past actions.
Today, he saw Demon Gold again.
But in this life, Ye Zhongming had nothing to fear, so he raised his weapon against Demon Gold.
This strike shattered any possibility of compromise between the various factions in Ying City and the Zero Commerce Association.
At least for today, that was the case.
The blade light poured down like a waterfall, as if an antelope was hanging its horns.
Ye Zhongming unleashed his peak masterpiece after becoming a radiant seal blade master.
Many eyes widened in astonishment, not understanding why this man, who had just been enjoying a significant success in sales, suddenly took action.
Shouldn’t they be discussing things first, and only resort to fighting when discussions failed? And wasn’t it said that a strong dragon should not cross the river? Since Demon Gold had come here, it meant he had some confidence; was it really wise to engage in direct combat like this?
Demon Gold was momentarily stunned before bursting into wild laughter, and beside him, the Wolf Soul suddenly lunged at the blade light.
"Did the piglets actually want to bite people?"
The roar echoed in the conference room, shaking people's eardrums.
At this moment, the Wolf Soul collided with the blade light. Many Wolf Souls let out shrill cries, and the dazzling blade light dimmed and then disappeared.
A figure emerged behind Demon Gold, moving at incredible speed. A trace of the remaining blade light cut across his body, tearing through his armor and skin, leaving a small wound.
"Lord Sacred Seat, leave this guy to me."
Demon Gold's eyes shimmered, and he nodded slightly: "Kill him, or how would these piglets surrender?"
All the killing was aimed at capturing these survivors alive, so making an example out of them became necessary, and having someone step forward was undoubtedly the best situation.
The man standing in front of Demon Gold was very young, looking around twenty years old, but a scar on his face made what should have been a youthful face look quite terrifying. He was also dressed in a black combat uniform, holding a long-handled battle axe, appearing insignificant compared to his master.
Yet, Ye Zhongming recognized this guy.
Liao Chong!
One of the six attendants of Demon Gold.
The actual controller of the underground pipeline area in Ying City in his previous life!
A powerful figure that even the leader of Ye Zhongming's former battle group would feel dwarfed by.