"An acquaintance?" Wang Mang was taken aback.

He hadn't expected Chu Feng to have such extensive connections, including knowing the God of Order.

Looking at that familiar face.

Chu Feng's thoughts couldn't help but wander.

He entered the gray fog when he was still a C-level low-level vegetable pickle.

The wedding procession seen at the cemetery.

Isn't this god of order the bride in her wedding dress in the bridal sedan chair?

Although it was only a fleeting glimpse back then.

But it was already etched into Chu Feng's heart.

He initially thought these were all illusions created by the divine mask.

I didn't expect that the other party actually existed.

He is still a god of order.

"Hmm?" The woman in red makeup looked at the man, her delicate eyebrows furrowing slightly.

The face was becoming increasingly familiar.

She vaguely remembered that not long ago she had peered into the human world.

I found an interesting little guy.

Although the other party is as insignificant as dust, they are a loophole in the established order.

Unexpectedly, so little time has passed.

We met again to my surprise.

And he has actually become a trash in Sequence Four.

In the eyes of the god of order.

Chu Feng's changes were nothing special.

As long as they don't exceed the sequence, they are all like ants.

Even if we know each other.

Those who insult the god of order will only face death.

"You're nothing but ants! Die!" The woman in red took out a wooden comb and casually ran it along the comb.

In an instant.

A powerful force emerged from the mirror.

In Chu Feng's eyes.

The wooden comb in the woman's hand transformed into a terrifying weapon.

The comb was enormous in his eyes.

The whole world suddenly fell silent.

It was as if there was only this one comb in the entire world.

The great chains of order snapped, and the power of rules emerged.

One by one, the barbs came toward him.

Chu Feng was unable to put up any resistance; his body was firmly pinned to the spot.

"No! I can't die! I can't die!" Chu Feng screamed inwardly.

Energy surged throughout my body.

Mind and intention united.

"Bang!"

A tremendous wave of energy erupted from his entire body.

Break free from invisible constraints.

But the enormous wooden comb didn't stop; it kept hurtling towards him.

"I wanted to bestow upon you immense wealth and honor, but instead I received only heartlessness in return!" Chu Feng roared, his body retreating rapidly.

"Heh, how presumptuous of you!" the woman in the wedding dress scoffed.

She hadn't heard such a funny joke in years.

The existence of an ant is to bestow upon a god immense wealth.

It's like a beggar telling the world's richest man.

Give me money, and I'll make you the richest person in the world.

Just playing around!

The woman in red ignored her completely.

Despite being separated by a vast distance, it can only exert one ten-millionth of its power.

But annihilating a single ant in the sequence is still a piece of cake.

Seeing that the other party did not stop.

Chu Feng's mind was constantly racing.

"The Seed of Creation! Don't you want it?"

The woman in red in the mirror paused slightly, but still showed no sign of stopping.

The threat of death grows stronger, casting a shadow over the world.

"All the seeds of creation in the three thousand hells, and countless living beings!"

Chu Feng set exorbitant prices.

It was placed under the weight of three thousand great hells.

Anyway, it's not him, it's just talk.

The woman's gaze sharpened as she began to ponder.

The Three Thousand Hells are that guy's territory.

If I could plant a flag here...

Using this method to collect the seeds of creation is definitely a smart move.

But this guy insulted me, which is really despicable.

Moreover, it's only a Sequence 4 ant, so it doesn't have much value.

Chu Feng paused slightly as he looked at the wooden comb.

He realized that the other person was interested.

It's good to have demand; what's scary is the kind of thing that has no desire or interest.

"I am the progenitor of the Soul Devouring Clan, who feeds solely on the seeds of creation! Give me some time, and I will offer you the three thousand hells!"

Wang Mang, who was listening nearby, felt a headache coming on.

Based on his understanding of Chu Feng.

This guy is going to scam people again.

No, it's the god of pitfalls.

"Oh? Since you're willing to atone for your sins, it's not impossible for me to let you go!" The woman in red was greatly shocked when she saw the energy within Chu Feng's body.

The progenitor of soul devouring!

We created one of these back in the day!

How come it was born again?

The giant wooden comb vanished, and calm returned to the depths of the inferno.

Chu Feng breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that he now had leverage in negotiations.

"Great God, yes, I am willing to atone for my sins!"

"Words are no proof, let's put it in writing!" The woman in red makeup lost her murderous intent.

An old-fashioned rolled-up sleeve was handed out from the mirror.

"Sign it!"

"Um... this is a contract?"

"Pretty much. You ants call it a contract! We call it a divine contract!"

"Well done, great God!"

Chu Feng did not hesitate and quickly signed it.

Wang Mang's heart pounded. He wondered if he should remind this god that the other party possessed the ability to disregard contracts.

After Chu Feng signed the contract.

An extremely powerful contractual bond was established.

This binding power far exceeds any contract he has signed.

It has become more than ten thousand times stronger.

But he didn't care at all, as long as it was a contract.

Forget about any divine covenant.

"By the way, what's the loophole in your system?" the woman in red asked curiously.

She was just asking casually, out of simple curiosity.

"Uh..." Chu Feng scratched his head, just about to make up a reason.

Suddenly, five supreme rulers appeared overhead.

Behind them followed thirty-six supreme heavenly tribulations.

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