My Cultivation Prowess Peaks after I Buried the Great Emperor's Corpse

Chapter 572: Mission Accomplished, Revenge Begins!

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

[Name: Lin Wudao]

[Cultivation: Level 1 True God]

[Fate Energy value: 525 trillion]

Looking at the Fate Energy value on the interface, Lin Wudao’s lips curled into a smile.

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This trip to the Lishan Divine Kingdom was indeed a huge gain. With the amount of Fate Energy value in his account, he could ease his awkward situation.

After dividing up all the divine treasures, the Mad Daoist and Qin Daofu also revealed satisfied expressions.

“Now that we’ve finished reaping the nine great divine races, it’s time to report to the Lishan divine race. If possible, we’ll think of a way to squeeze some oil out of that God of Li Mountain, hehe…” The Mad Daoist smiled cunningly.

“Old lunatic, are you really planning to hand over these people from the nine great divine races to the Lishan divine race to be dealt with?” Qin Daofu asked curiously.

“What else? As the saying goes, take someone’s money and help them get rid of the disaster. Since we took the money from the Lishan divine race, we have to work for them. We still have to keep our word. However, in this process, if we can rely on them to earn a little money, that would be even more perfect,” The Mad Daoist said mysteriously.

Hearing this, Lin Wudao and Qin Daofu both revealed curious expressions. They knew that the Mad Daoist had definitely come up with some bad idea again.

“Let’s go. We’ll report our mission first.”

Whoosh!

As he spoke, Lin Wudao waved his hand and immediately swept up the Mad Daoist and Qin Daofu, disappearing from the spot.

When they reappeared, they were already in front of Luo Sansheng and the others.

Boom!

The Mad Daoist raised his arm and the Golden Divine Tomb instantly transformed into an ancient and mysterious tomb, floating in the void. A dark passageway was revealed.

“Everyone, according to the previous agreement, the nine great divine races have all been suppressed. Next, it will be up to you to decide how to deal with them. We will not ask,” The Mad Daoist said indifferently.

Then, ignoring Luo Sansheng and the others’ reactions, he turned around and walked into the Golden Divine Tomb with Lin Wudao and the others.

Looking at this scene, Luo Sansheng frowned.

“Thirteenth Uncle, are we going in?” Luo Qingchen asked.