Within the Changlin Trading House, Grand Steward Lord Jie’s red beard trembled, his expression gloomy as water, while Old Geng, sitting opposite him, looked even more terrifyingly grim.
From ti to ti, confidant disciples ca in to report a few words, then quietly left.
Moreover, when reporting, they were exceedingly cautious, using Divine Soul Telecommunication directly. Even though today’s matter was executed flawlessly, if a single word leaked, it could cost them their heads.
Their boss never lacked for people under him, but hated ddleso types the most.
However, speaking of it, perhaps all bosses are the sa way?
The entire Changlin Trading House seed shrouded in darkness, with everyone huddled focusing on their tasks. Even with nothing to do, no one uttered an extra word.
This busy atmosphere lasted until the full moon was in the sky, gradually ceasing.
But Lord Jie, whose full na was Jie Lue, appeared even more sullen.
Since the first arena battle in the early morning where his disciple Ling Huan’s soul scattered, they had been busy. All the treasures they had kept for years were put on the market and quickly sold.
By afternoon, he and Old Geng had each handwritten two sets of their secret techniques to cover the Spirit Stones deficit, sending them out as well.
He had also pawned a set of real estate given by the boss years ago, now invaluable yet unmarketed.
Those few life-and-death friends he could ask for a favor, he asked them all, and begged wherever possible. Yet, eight hundred million High Grade Spiritual Stones were still needed.
Eight hundred million High Grade Spiritual Stones would be challenging to gather even during normal tis.
"Old Geng, get ready; whether we survive this crisis depends entirely on you!" Jie Lue told Old Geng.
Old Geng silently nodded, "Has that kid caused any more trouble?"
"No!"
"Our monitoring confidants report on his condition every hour. He has stayed in the chamber for Silent Cultivation, possibly for... healing..."
"Healing..."
The word made Old Geng’s mouth bitter, as today’s events revolved around it.
"Hey, you say that kid is injured, yet why does he keep launching high-intensity Spiritual Power attacks unaffected by injuries?" Old Geng was puzzled.
Jie Lue did not respond; he was sure Old Geng heavily wounded Di Kuohai. Old Geng would not deceive him, but why Ye Zhen was unaffected by injuries, he could not understand.
"Today, Ling Qianbi followed that kid over. Currently, we do not understand the relationship between Ling Qianbi and that kid.
However, when you act, be cautious. Ling Qianbi’s five-colored Innate Soul Light and her Divine Soul Divine Power could overwhelm even us if faced." Jie Lue reminded.
"Don’t worry, she won’t get the chance!" Old Geng released a sinister laugh.
"Then move forward, I have arranged personnel. Plus, I will personally assist you!" Jie Lue said in a low tone.
In a few breaths, a fluctuation appeared in the void, and Jie Lue and Old Geng vanished together.
Within the courtyard guest room of Gui Lin Residence, Ye Zhen remained seated in the Silent Chamber. However, due to yesterday’s assassination, Ye Zhen was extra cautious about safety today.
The entire dwelling was shrouded by a Barrier condensed from the Guardian Formation. From afar, the Guardian Barrier’s strength was not too great; a Late-stage Dark Palace Realm expert could break it in an instant.
However, it could provide those inside ti to react.
But for Old Geng, none of this was needed.
All he needed now was to confirm the target inside.
"It has been verified. Our spies went underground using Earth Escape; the courtyard’s layout is similar to yesterday. The tiger and Nine-Headed Beast guard outside the Silent Chamber.
In two guest rooms on either side, there is a man and a woman. The woman should be Ling Qianbi; dared not approach. The man is an escort, and within the Silent Chamber, there’s Spiritual Power fluctuation; Di Kuohai is still inside!" Jie Lue’s Divine Soul Telecommunication echoed in Old Geng’s Spirit Palace.
"Over there, make a move."
After an inexplicable sound, fiery flashes rose from the Southern Region of Five Immortals Island, and in an instant, hundreds of beams of light ascended from all around, converging toward the site of the blaze.
Simultaneously, hidden in the void, Old Geng’s expression grew solemn, entering a mysterious state. Space ripples suddenly appeared within his Spirit Palace where he entered Ye Zhen’s Silent Chamber yesterday.
The incomparably mysterious Spatial Dao Patterns instantly rged, causing the surrounding void to undulate with eerie spatial fluctuations.
Almost simultaneously, the Nine-Headed Beast guarding Ye Zhen’s courtyard bellowed once more.
The piercing cry also startled the Cloud Winged Tiger King Kitten, Big Ears, and Ling Qianbi.
Yet at the sa mont, Old Geng appearing in Ye Zhen’s Silent Chamber ignored it.
Yesterday, after using the sa Spatial Divine Ability to enter Di Kuohai’s chamber and planned to wound Di Kuohai, he heard the beast’s alarming roar, tiger shouts startled him, slightly affecting his speed.
Today, fully aware, he was not affected.
If not for fearing alarm, he might have disposed of those two beasts long ago.
Appearing instantly, Old Geng struck the sitting Di Kuohai like lightning, this ti, holding nothing back.
All out, striking with fury!
From the palm shot out a thousand strands of golden sword light. At the mont the sword light appeared, the Sword Fiend it carried shattered the entire Silent Chamber to pieces.
Bang!
Old Geng’s palm imprint unhesitatingly pressed against Ye Zhen’s back as he sat cross-legged there.
However, the very mont before it landed, Ye Zhen’s figure was pierced by his Sword Fiend, dispersing into countless light shadows and vanishing into the air.
"Not good!"
Years of life-and-death experiences were not for nothing. In an instant, Old Geng had a series of thoughts.
Since the opponent was already alert and had prepared an Illusory Body, today’s assassination was dood to fail.
Almost at the sa mont, Old Geng decided, to leave!
Leave this place imdiately!
But in the next instant, countless vines surged from the ground like a tide, entangling him.
"Is this little trick supposed to keep ? If you’ve got guts, co out and face !"
A small sword flickering with spirit light flew out from behind Old Geng’s head. With a swirl of sword light, the countless vines driven by Ye Zhen’s Yimu Spiritual Power were instantly cut off.
But, although Old Geng felt pleased cutting through them, he secretly lanted that this delay had caused him to miss the best ti to leave.
"Just an old scoundrel like you, and you want to kill ?" Ye Zhen’s cold laughter echoed, and his figure suddenly appeared in a corner of the courtyard.
"Damn it!"
Seeing Ye Zhen, Old Geng felt his anger surge uncontrollably, gritting his teeth in hatred as the small sword with spirit light shot towards Ye Zhen like a thunderclap.
"Whip Mountain!"
A soft yet commanding voice suddenly echoed in the void, and a whip shimring with water light descended from the sky like a galaxy falling from the Nine Heavens.
Despite its slender appearance, the whip made a sound of wind and thunder as it fell, a sight terrifying to behold!
What was descending was not a whip, but clearly a mountain.
In Ye Zhen’s perception, beneath the whip hung a mountain.
Boom!
In a thunderous crash, the water-light whip clashed with the spirit sword, sparks flew in all directions, looking bizarre.
In the next instant, Old Geng’s short sword let out a mournful cry as if struck by a terrifyingly heavy object, bending and its light dimming.
The Suppressing Device he had nourished for many years was severely damaged in just one strike, causing a tremor in Old Geng’s Spirit Palace. A mouthful of blood surged up his throat, and his eyes were filled with fear.
"Mountain God Yi Xun? Why are you here?"
"Why can’t I be here?"
Just as Yi Xun spoke, the thunderclap of Ye Zhen’s Evil Punishing Divine Thunder resounded, and at the sa mont, Yi Xun’s whip shimring with water light swung down again, as if it carried a hundred thousand mountains.
Smash!
Yes, in Ye Zhen’s eyes, it was a smash!
Old Geng’s pupils suddenly contracted. A single Mountain God Yi Xun was already difficult for him to handle, and with Di Kuohai causing chaos nearby, the situation beca dire.
Even worse, Di Kuohai’s Evil Punishing Divine Thunder was not sothing he could ignore. If he got hit, even as a Ninth Stage Peak expert of the Realm King Realm, he couldn’t withstand it.
In this situation, even if Old Geng were foolish, he understood that today he had been sched against by Di Kuohai. Di Kuohai had anticipated they would co to kill him today, otherwise, the Five Immortals Hall’s Black-Robed Steward and the renowned Mountain God Yi Xun would not be here.
Mountain God Yi Xun’s presence here basically ant he couldn’t leave.
A trace of madness flashed across Old Geng’s eyes.
"In that case, let fight with all my strength!" Roaring, a strange light flashed in Old Geng’s eyes, and countless Spatial Dao Patterns gushed from his brow. The space in front of Old Geng trembled violently, and a fine black space crack appeared quickly.
The Evil Punishing Divine Thunder Ye Zhen had just struck was silently swallowed by this space crack.
"Infinite Divine Slash!" With a shout of fury, under Old Geng’s guidance, the space crack sliced towards Mountain God Yi Xun like a blade.
Yi Xun’s expression turned cold, as the whip dangling in the void slashed down with wind and thunder, causing the entire void to resonate as if struck by countless iron hamrs.
"No matter how sharp a knife is, it depends on what it’s cutting..."
Before Mountain God Yi Xun’s cold snort ended, an arrow ford entirely of five-colored Innate Soul Light shot like lightning into Old Geng’s brainstem.
Old Geng shuddered, and the Infinite Divine Slash, ford entirely from space cracks, rapidly began to dissipate.
Bam!
Yi Xun’s water whip, with the montum of Mount Tai crushing an ant, hit—no, it should be smashed down hard!
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