Longevity Martial Arts: I have a Mysterious Water Snake Avatar Chapter 578 - 428: Time Cuts Down the Heavenly Talent [Daily

Wan Xuerou, cradled in his arms, was deeply shaken, her gaze soft as she looked at him.

"Qi, go ahead," Wan Xuerou said gently.

At this mont, she finally understood why the Black Dragon Demon Saint was so fond of Xuan Guangqiao, why he doted on him so much. It was simply because Xuan Guangqiao brought them so much pride; how could one not favor such a sensible and powerful child?

"Mm," the Black Dragon Demon Saint acknowledged calmly, then swiftly teleported in front of the Demonic Body Hong Yuan.

"Godfather."

"Guangqiao, your gift is too generous. I’m already very pleased that you ca."

"Haha, it’s not generous at all."

"..."

After so pleasantries, the Black Dragon Demon Saint patted Hong Yuan’s shoulder, not quite knowing what else to say.

All in all, the Black Dragon Demon Saint was one hundred percent satisfied with this godson of his!

"Godfather, as a junior, I won’t go to the main table," Hong Yuan said as he scanned the room. His gaze then locked onto the table where his acquaintances, Snow Moon Demon Saint and Poison Chapter Demon Saint, were seated. "I’ll go join Senior Snow Moon and Senior Poison Chapter."

Accompanied by the Black Dragon Demon Saint, Hong Yuan walked towards the inner room.

During this, nurous Demon Saints, and even Great Saints, greeted Hong Yuan, nodding in acknowledgnt.

Snow Moon Demon Saint, Poison Chapter Demon Saint, Thunder Eagle Demon Saint, Ti Worm Demon Saint...

Hong Yuan’s gaze lingered on the Ti Worm Demon Saint for a mont.

Once, during the battle for supremacy in the Ten Thousand Domains, this Ti Worm Demon Saint had dared to say that he, Hong Yuan, a re Demon, dreaming of obtaining the Ti Light Divine Water, was indulging in a delusion, not even considering his own status. From that mont on, Hong Yuan had set a cultivation goal for himself: "After the Ti Worm Demon Saint dies, I, Hong Yuan, will definitely fill his grave with Ti Light Divine Water, ensuring he will not rest in peace!" There was no helping it; throughout his cultivation journey, Hong Yuan had always kept a little ledger in his heart, specifically for recording those who had crossed him.

After a while, Hong Yuan settled down quietly at this table, waiting for the banquet to begin. Many eyes were frequently drawn to him, but Hong Yuan remained calm and composed.

"Senior Poison Chapter, why haven’t I seen Zhang Fan?" Hong Yuan asked, looking at the Poison Chapter Demon Saint beside him with curiosity.

Upon hearing this, the Poison Chapter Demon Saint fell silent for a long mont before reluctantly responding, "Fan... he perished in the Saint Achievent Immortal Transcending Tribulation."

BOOM!

Hong Yuan imdiately looked up, his pupils contracting sharply.

Dead? Zhang Fan is dead!? In that mont, an indescribable emotion welled up in my heart. Strictly speaking, Zhang Fan was my peer, the first Heavenly Talent of the Demon Clan I had ever defeated and subjugated! The first ti always held special significance...

Instantly, all the past monts shared with Zhang Fan flashed through his mind:

The confrontation during the Heart-questioning Trial, the wager during the battle for supremacy in the Ten Thousand Domains, the trust during that sa battle...

Hong Yuan remained silent for a long ti, finally letting out a soft sigh. Alas... Ti’s knife cuts down Heavenly Talent! On the path to longevity, one lants the loss of the spectacular!

Hong Yuan looked at the white-haired Poison Chapter Demon Saint, who was dragging his decrepit body to the banquet. At this mont, Hong Yuan also recalled the responsibilities Zhang Fan had shouldered.

"Senior Poison Chapter, Zhang Fan and I were good friends," Hong Yuan declared resolutely, making a promise. "As long as I am around, the Nine Poison Octopus Clan shall have my protection, second only to the Mysterious Water Snake Clan!"

The assembled Saints were already focused on Hong Yuan.

After hearing Hong Yuan’s promise to the Poison Chapter Demon Saint, their eyes all turned red with envy, jealousy, and resentnt.

"SOB..." The Poison Chapter Demon Saint covered his face with his sleeve and began to weep, sobbing uncontrollably, deeply grateful for Hong Yuan’s imnse generosity.

Having lost a qualified successor, I, an old man on the verge of death, have to shoulder the rise and fall of my clan. The pressure is too great, far too great!