But despite the displeasure in his heart, Mo Gong could only place ten thousand Middle-grade Spirit Stones on the table.
The Sect Leaders of the Hidden Kill Sect and Jue Ying Sect followed suit, seeing that Wen Jiu said nothing and also bet only one million Spirit Stones. After all, Zuo Xin Kui’s defeat was already certain; betting more would be like giving away Spirit Stones.
As Golden Core cultivators from the Three Life Gates, although usually having conflicts with Mo Palace, they couldn’t possibly bet on Feng Jue.
"Place your bets, drink while watching the battle," Wen Jiu didn’t threaten the three to raise their bets, as he believed in slow and steady progress.
Moreover, there was plenty of ti.
Seeing Master Du raise his glass and drink, Mo Gong and the other two could only follow suit, forcing smiles on their faces. To the side, Pei Wuxing nearly laughed aloud, feeling quite pleased secretly.
He was the one who was usually oppressed, even when the three attacked the Little Demon Realm and broke through the Tier Three Array, he dared not voice his anger openly.
Now, it’s finally their turn.
The cycle of karma.
Serves them right!
Nearby, Elder Qiu also felt exceptionally delighted, hastening his pace in pouring wine.
With Master Du in Wind and Cloud Immortal City, he would no longer have to watch others’ expressions to act, nor worry incessantly.
"Master Du, my master has also prepared so supre millennium brew bought from the West Mountain Floating Domain, I’ll go fetch it now." Elder Qiu imdiately wanted to retrieve the immortal brew he had treasured for years.
In the past, even when Master Pei wanted to drink it, he was reluctant to give much, but today he was happy, and did not mind if Master Du drank it all.
Of course, there’s another reason, he cos from the Hundred Floating Domains, and if he could befriend such people, he might have the opportunity to return to the Floating Domains in the future. Though he knew this must be done gradually.
Pei Wuxing smiled knowingly at the side, there was no supre millennium brew, but he didn’t care about this.
Subduing Elder Qiu was rely a casual move for him.
Moreover, his concern has always been Wind and Cloud Immortal City, regarding its people, anything goes.
...
anwhile.
Feng Jue grew bolder with each battle, his Demon Artifact ca down like a raging storm, crushing Zuo Xin Kui, who was in the Late Stage of Foundation Establishnt, causing both his Spirit Body and Divine Soul to shatter. Relying on the talisman he activated earlier, he could barely hold his ground against Feng Jue.
Simultaneously, Feng Jue applied Divine Soul Technique continuously tearing at Zuo Xin Kui’s soul, preventing him from using his Divine Sense to activate his Protective Talisman. Without help, Zuo Xin Kui could only await death in this battle.
The cultivators beneath the Hidden Pavilion couldn’t help but marvel at Feng Jue’s might, Foundation Establishnt Middle Stage crushing Late Stage, an act of world-shaking prowess. Though they marveled, they kept their eyes on the top of the Hidden Pavilion.
Because that was the crux of the battle.
Could Feng Jue win?
Could he survive?
It was up to those above.
As Zuo Xin Kui faced such devastation, how could Mo Gong, the Sect Leader of Yin Kui Sect, stand idly by? If Zuo Xin Kui died, would Mo Gong seize the chance to stir trouble? A multi-Golden Core battle might start, possibly annihilating the whole Little Demon Realm, leaving Wind and Cloud Immortal City as an isolated boat in the storm.
What would the future hold?
Perhaps no one knows.
Hence, many cultivators now desired to retreat.
Chen Li and his wife exchanged helpless, bitter smiles through their transmitted thoughts.
"If only we had listened to Fellow Daoist Li."
"Husband, it’s too late to say anything now. Who knew the Three Life Gates would be so aggressive this ti?"
Just as the couple exchanged their bitter smiles, the cultivators from the Three Life Gates watched the scene sullenly, their hearts burning with anger, their focus fixed on the movents upstairs. To them, this was undoubtedly Master Mo Gong’s plan, Zuo Xin Kui, a Golden Core True Inheritor at the Late Stage of Foundation Establishnt, must have let Feng Jue suppress him. The goal was to suffer a heavy defeat, allowing the Three Life Gates to use it as a pretext to act.
"Enjoy it while it lasts, you won’t triumph for long!" muttered an elderly cultivator at the Late Stage of Foundation Establishnt from the Three Life Gates.
He glanced at the nearest Honored Guest Elder of Wind and Cloud Immortal City, ready to kill him first if a battle ignited.
Because he had laughed earlier.
And had thrown him a derisive look.
Like them, Feng Jue was more concerned about the Hidden Pavilion, getting sowhat anxious, but thinking of Han Li still in Lengxi Mountain, his heart cald, and he continued to pursue Zuo Xin Kui’s downfall.
"Senior, is there any movent from the Hidden Pavilion?" Feng Jue took a mont to inquire of his internal soul.
The internal soul responded quickly, "Five Golden Cores are assembled, that Corpse Cultivator is particularly deep and imasurable; I dare not probe too far with Divine Sense. If it becos truly difficult, you might as well withdraw, without going to the Dark Evil God’s Cave Heaven."
To the internal soul, he’d only just found a pleasing successor in Feng Jue, hoping Feng Jue would assist in rebuilding his physical body. If Feng Jue died, he’d have to find another target.
Yet, having soone like Feng Jue with such Qi Fortune and cultivation talent, there were few in the Divine Fall Mountain Range.
He couldn’t possibly target Han Li.
Han Li might not even regard him, and Han Li was a Heterodox Corpse Cultivator, although he’d never been unfaithful to Feng Jue, there was a sense Han Li was more than he seed, so he dared not gamble his sole hope.
"Senior, with the current situation in the Divine Fall Mountain Range, I have no choice but to gamble. The sooner I reach the Late Stage of Foundation Establishnt, the faster I can strive toward Golden Core, plus I promised Han Li I’d help him retrieve the Unrestrained Yin Evil Spirit from the Dark Evil God’s Cave Heaven." Feng Jue said through transmitted thoughts, eyes steadfast, ready to end Zuo Xin Kui’s life.
The internal soul fell silent. He didn’t trust Han Li, but Han Li indeed remained in Lengxi Mountain.
"Die!"
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