Du Yan had completely lost interest in listening.
He simply felt an unbearable stifling sensation, an overwhelming discomfort, his chest and stomach restless, as if he would spit blood at any moment.
At this moment, he wanted nothing more than to stand before Lanling, grab his neck, and demand: just what sort of despicable method did you use to cheat?
A mere nobody, not even a Demon Warrior, how could you have over nine hundred military achievements?
Meanwhile, Lanling had long been hoisted up by the brothers of Foreign Tribe Army and tossed into the air.
Nine hundred fifty-two confirmed kills, military achievements that could be exchanged for nearly five hundred Barbaric Wilderness Gold Coins.
These were genuine professional soldiers; two heads for a coin might seem a little cheap at first glance.
