Wu Yue quietly watched his son, feeling very gratified in his heart.
His son had Wu Chunbo to assist him, and he himself was no mediocrity, possessing all the boldness that was expected of him.
Now, he had the ability to take over the Wu family corporation.
Later, after the Wu family corporation's experts crushed Jiang Cheng, he could simply hand over the medicinal garden key, representing the chairman's authority, to Wu Junyi and gracefully step down…
"Heh, a petty crook, what's the big deal with a Nascent Soul?"
Jiang Cheng smiled faintly, and as he spoke, the Flying Sword emerged from his sleeve.
This was a crimson Flying Sword, only three inches long, but as the Spell Formula in Jiang Cheng's hand changed, the red Flying Sword instantly grew against the wind.
In just an instant, the Flying Sword turned into a gigantic object ten meters long, looming like a dark cloud over the heads of Jiang Cheng and the others.
"A Nascent Soul? Who isn't one?"
