It felt like an immediate threat of suffocation! Though separated by tens, even hundreds, perhaps thousands of feet, everyone could still clearly feel that chilling, murderous aura!

These people looked as if they had just been unleashed from Hell itself! Although there were only a few hundred of them, moving silently with no superfluous motion other than the placement of their feet, they successfully conjured the devastating atmosphere of a million troops locked in fierce battle!

Every single one of these individuals was a god of slaughter! An absolute god of slaughter!

Their robes were all the purest white, the only distinction being the varying gold threads embroidered at the cuffs. Some gold threads were thick, some thin, some appearing as two strands, others as three, but in the center of some, it seemed there were even small golden carvings woven from gold thread!

It appeared this was the specific structural setup of the Evil Monarch’s Mansion… In this manner, they formed lines, one on each side, exactly one hundred and forty-nine men in each line! After the last man stepped beyond the city gate, they smoothly split to the sides, spreading out in a wild-goose formation, and simultaneously announced, "We invite all esteemed guests to enter the city for the ceremony!" Miao Zhan, who had been watching from afar with a detached expression, suddenly had his eyes widen at the instant these two hundred and ninety-eight figures appeared, growing wider and wider until they were completely round!

The expressions on the faces of Mo Wudao, Xi Ruochen, and Hu Yan Aobo—the three Holy Land Sect Masters—were extraordinarily grim! "What is it?" Sensing the atmosphere was wrong, Miao Xiaomiao looked up and asked Miao Ni, "How is this possible?

The lowest cultivation level among these two hundred and ninety-eight people forming the welcoming party… is at least a Third Level Saint!" Miao Dao also sucked in a sharp breath, his voice trembling slightly: "Among them, there are over seventy Saint Emperor masters, and more than a hundred others are at the peak cultivation of a Fourth Level Saint… This level of strength is simply, simply… inconceivable… Moreover, this is just the personnel sent out to greet guests… Damn it, I’m going mad… How can something like this happen!" If it were just one Saint, Miao Dao would not have given it a second thought; even ten or eight would not be an issue. But when such people assembled into an army and appeared all at once… that was enough to inspire awe, even terror and panic… ',"Ah~" Upon hearing this astonishing information, Miao Xiaomiao gasped, immediately covering her mouth in haste.

She felt her small heart pounding fiercely in her chest… A welcoming entourage composed of seventy Saint Emperors and over two hundred Fourth Level Saints… it seemed even the Ethereal Illusionary Manor could scarcely muster such a vast contingent… "Now, all that remains is to understand the high-end strength possessed by the Evil Monarch’s Mansion…" Miao Jian took a deep breath, forcibly steadying himself. Behind him, Mo Wudao and the others also gradually quieted down.

What followed was the appearance of Jun Wuyi. Third Master Jun, dressed in simple, elegant cyan robes, possessed a magnificent bearing, presiding over the welcoming ceremony at the main entrance.

Jun Wuyi, being a pivotal figure in the Evil Monarch’s Mansion, his personal attendance to greet guests was considered a great honor shown to everyone present! Miao Dao and the others exchanged glances and said, "Let's go." The entire group rose simultaneously and proceeded towards that location.

Suddenly, a loud voice called out, "Sikong Anye of the Sikong Family from Shannan congratulates the Evil Monarch on the grand opening of his mansion, respectfully presenting a seven-colored Jade Orchid and ten thousand taels of gold as tokens of my esteem!" Then, a burly man was seen pushing through the crowd, stepping forward first while holding a brocade box with both hands! Jun Wuyi quickly stepped forward, warmly shaking the man’s hand, smiling broadly: "Brother Sikong, you are too polite; your presence alone is enough; why bother with gifts?

Attendants, please escort Brother Sikong to rest and serve him the finest tea!" Sikong Anye laughed heartily and followed a white-robed maiden inside. "The Duanmu Family, Duanmu Chao-chao-chao-chao-chao-fan congratulates the Evil-Evil-Evil… Monarch on the grand-grand-grand… opening-opening-opening…" As the man opened his mouth, nearly everyone felt like spitting out their drinks; he had been speaking for quite a while and still hadn't finished his sentence—it turned out he was a stutterer.

However, no one present dared to laugh out loud, because the only person who dared to reveal himself here as a stutterer was one individual: Duanmu Chaofan, the Patriarch of the Duanmu Family! Jun Wuyi rushed forward before he could finish, laughing heartily: "Brother Fried Rice, you’ve come too!

We’re all family, no need for formalities; traveling from afar must be tiring, hurry inside and rest." Duanmu Chaofan looked somewhat embarrassed: "Brother Wuyi, I-I-I… I haven’t-haven’t yet… reported-reported-reported… re-re-re…" "Report what?" Jun Wuyi quickly pulled him inside: "If you wait until you finish reporting, it might be dark by then…" The two had known each other for a long time, and their speech carried no reservation. As Duanmu Chaofan continued to argue in his stuttered fashion, he was led inside.

Long after they were gone, his halting voice could still be heard faintly echoing, "I re-re-re-report…" Immediately following this, everyone let out a collective, sharp intake of breath, because before their very eyes, the crowd parted, creating a wide avenue as the crowd billowed. A colossal mass of magnificent fat startlingly appeared at the very front of the throng!

This fat man could no longer be described merely as 'fat'; he should be called: a mound of flesh! A gigantic mound of flesh!

The large mass of fat waddled forward, and with every step, the observers felt as if they were on a boat. The trembling of that expanse of fat resembled the boundless waves of the great ocean… Strange Sovereign of Another World Baidu Tieba text updates, welcome to visit.

First update of the day! Truly, the latter wave pushes the former wave, and this wave is even greater than the last… Miao Xiaomiao’s cherry lips were stretched to their maximum, yet she couldn't close them for a long time.

She had seen fat people before, but never one this fat! How could a person become this obese?

It was truly too exaggerated! But she soon noticed a peculiar phenomenon: wherever this fat man went, people automatically and willingly cleared a path for him to proceed first, and their expressions seemed quite respectful… Moreover, many people eagerly stepped up to speak to him, only to quickly retreat after the fat man said a word or two, their faces then filled with satisfaction and honor… "Who is this person?" Miao Xiaomiao genuinely couldn't fathom how a fat man could possess such immense prestige!

And such incredible influence! It was truly bizarre; this person, whose very sight with all that fat would make one laugh until their stomach hurt and then feel nauseous for three days, what charm did he possess?

And the most preposterous part was that this fat man seemed to lack any significant power; his profound cultivation seemed to barely reach the Silver Profound level at most. Could it be that this person was actually an ultimate master whose cultivation had reached a profound realm where one could perfectly conceal their true power?

Or perhaps it had to be so, as there was no other way to explain why so many people showed him deference? "Miss Xiaomiao seems surprised that this person’s cultivation is so low yet he is revered by everyone.

This person is the foremost financier in the world today! The master of the Noble Hall in Tianxiang City, Tang Yuan!

He is also the very first sworn friend of the Evil Monarch Jun Moxie! It could perhaps be said that one person achieves success and his connections benefit accordingly!" Mo Wudao murmured beside her.

"A financier who is the Evil Monarch’s first friend…" Miao Xiaomiao’s brain nearly stalled; she was utterly incapable of processing it. Just a financier, having some money, what was so impressive about that?

"Wealth can command ghosts and even connect with the divine. In the Profound Continent, this world where strength reigns supreme, possessing ten thousand taels of gold might not mean much, perhaps even a hundred thousand taels.

But if one possesses millions of taels of gold… and even far beyond that, reaching an uncountable amount… then that person is the most formidable individual in the world! Even if he possessed no internal energy whatsoever, he would still be the most dangerous person!" Mo Wudao sighed lightly: "A single tael of silver is temptation; ten thousand taels of gold is temptation; much more is even greater temptation.

Some people can maintain their integrity when faced with a few dozen taels of gold, but what about when faced with truly astronomical temptation? One must remember, even a single coin can stump a hero… Having immense wealth is also a skill, an exceptionally outstanding skill!" Miao Xiaomiao nodded slowly, as if only half-understanding.

Ahead, the world's richest man, the fat person, wheezed as he approached Third Master Jun. As he walked, the sound of his stomach slapping against the ground went pa-pa-pa… Then, Miao Xiaomiao gagged: because she suddenly saw that round face of the fat man contort into a fawning smile… It must be said, seeing such an expression on this fat man’s face was utterly repulsive.

"Third Uncle… long time no see… Hehe, Third Uncle, hehehe…" The fat man wiped his sweat while frantically flattering Jun Wuyi. Jun Wuyi frowned deeply: "Oh, Fatty, what’s wrong with you… Didn't Moxie have you dieting recently?

It’s only been a few days, and you actually… you actually…" Third Master Jun didn't know how to phrase it properly; this man’s current weight had absolutely surpassed his previous highest record! "Uh, Third U-Uncle… this person, when the heart is broad… '… then the body is fat,' your nephew… your nephew is currently very open-minded." Tang Yuan panted, his layers of fat still trembling without any discernible pattern… "You, you… Alas, you really are too open-minded…" Third Master Jun was momentarily speechless, waving his hand to have someone quickly drag the fat man away.

This man, standing before him, completely obscured the tall, seven-foot frame of Jun Wuyi. The pressure… was immense… " No sooner had he finished speaking than the fat man suddenly threw his head back, stomped his foot, and his entire mass of fat rippled as if dancing, before he roared: "Tang Yuan, the Grand Steward of the Noble Hall of Tianxiang City, comes to congratulate the Evil Monarch on the grand opening of his mansion, presenting a gift of… ten thousand times ten thousand taels of gold!" As those words rang out, the entire venue instantly fell into dead silence!

Ten thousand times ten thousand taels of gold! This fat man hadn't brought any rare treasures, no heavenly resources matured over thousands or tens of thousands of years… nothing at all.

He was simply presenting money! Pure gold!

Ten thousand times ten thousand taels of gold! This number seemed to have surpassed an astronomical figure already… This number was beyond the imagination of ninety-nine point nine nine nine nine nine nine nine percent of the people in this world!

Simply using this much gold to strike people, they could probably bludgeon tens of thousands to death… Miao Xiaomiao trembled throughout her body, also struck speechless by the shock. This fat man… truly was rich, astonishingly rich…