Chapter 77: Unbelievable

“This little fellow, in just a few months, has already reached the eighth level of the Planetary class?” Babata, the intelligent lifeform of the Fallen Ink Star lineage, was visibly astonished.

In the vastness of the universe, it wouldn’t be too surprising for someone to ascend so many levels in a matter of months. After all, countless rare treasures exist in the cosmos that can rapidly enhance the strength of those at the Planetary level. But on Earth, things were entirely different. Even Babata himself could not have made someone at the second level of the Planetary class reach the eighth level in just a few months.

Moreover, Babata noticed that Wang Kun’s brain domain had expanded significantly compared to before. All these changes led Babata to believe even more firmly that Wang Kun must have acquired the inheritance of some powerful being—an inheritance perhaps even mightier than that of the Fallen Ink Star lineage.

“No, I must draw him into our Fallen Ink Star lineage this time. Even if he already possesses an inheritance, I can’t let him slip away.”

Deep beneath Mist Island, Babata quickly made his decision. Several pieces of Wooden Crystal were promptly sent to the surface using special means.

At the same time, on the surface of Mist Island, Wang Kun encountered Luo Feng. He also saw Li Yao, clad in the Black God Set.

“Greetings, Councilor Wang.” Li Yao eyed Wang Kun’s figure, unable to suppress a chill of fear. He knew full well that Wang Kun and Luo Feng shared some history. His previous decision to come to the Australian continent and deal with Luo Feng had been backed by the Polinas family. As a prominent family in the HR Alliance, the Polinas had their own councilors supporting them. Thus, Li Yao hadn’t worried much about trouble from Wang Kun, who stood behind Luo Feng.

But now that Wang Kun stood before him, the situation was entirely different. Wang Kun was, after all, a councilor-level powerhouse and a spiritual master, while he himself was only a high-level Wargod. Facing someone of Wang Kun’s caliber, Li Yao knew he had no power to resist.

Looking at Li Yao before him, Wang Kun spoke with utter calm. “Leave Mist Island now. I won’t intervene in your business with Luo Feng, but everything on this island belongs to my Extreme Martial Pavilion.”

At this, Li Yao’s expression showed his unwillingness. He had already notified the HR Alliance councilors, and they were on their way. For him to back down and leave Mist Island at this moment was something he could hardly accept.

Gritting his teeth, he said to Wang Kun, “Councilor Wang, I have already informed the HR Alliance councilors about the spirits of grass and wood on Mist Island. I’m sure they’ll be arriving soon…”

His meaning was clear—he wanted Wang Kun to back off and not push things too far. After all, the HR Alliance was sending more than one councilor; several would be arriving. In his eyes, even if Wang Kun was a spiritual master, he had only become a councilor less than a year ago. No matter how strong he was, he couldn’t be that much stronger.

Wang Kun glanced at him with cold indifference. “I’ll say it again: all the spirits of grass and wood on this island now belong to the Extreme Martial Pavilion. If anyone has objections, they can come find me at any time.”

As he finished speaking, his eyes sharpened, and a tremendous wave of spiritual force surged into Li Yao’s consciousness. In an instant, Li Yao felt as if something was suppressing the depths of his mind; his entire awareness froze for a moment. The next thing he knew, a surge rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.