Chapter 156: The End of Haotian and Yaochi

Jade Emperor Mountain.

Although Dicang and Yaochi were currently engaged in a magical duel, their cultivation had reached such a realm that it was not difficult for them to observe all directions and listen to all sides. They easily perceived the gods falling one after another, vanishing like smoke into thin air.

Before they knew it, only the two of them and their remaining subordinates, such as Meng Yu, were left fighting on the entire Jade Emperor Mountain.

Witnessing the tragic plight of the gods, Dicang grew even more solemn. With a wave of his hand, he released the "Fallen Treasure Money." The wings of the Fallen Treasure Money fluttered, unleashing...

"Exactly, this crisis is enough to wipe us out completely a dozen times over..." Xia Hai snatched the walkie-talkie and said. His utterly flat tone made Wang Qitian and the others feel a chill of terror. Was this... the tone of despair?

Bai Chen instantly became vigilant. This unexpected development stirred a bad feeling deep within his heart.

"Be serious!" An Yujia's expression darkened as she glared fiercely at Ye Lengfeng with her beautiful eyes.

At the finish line platform, nine people stared fixedly at the changes within the light curtain. As the grand characters on the Dragon Treasure Hall lost their luster and an ancient voice echoed out, it left everyone with a mixture of shock and joy.

In the blink of an eye, a month and a half passed. During this month and a half, the Northern Continent entered a long-lost peace. All the powerhouses of the Exotic Beast Palace seemed to have vanished into thin air, disappearing from the Northern Continent. However, only the Venerable-realm experts who had experienced the struggle for the legacy knew best that this was merely the calm before the storm.

On the Bund in Shanghai, Zhao Hong and his family looked at the completely renovated scenery of the Bund. In the distance stood the Pearl Tower, and close by was the Nanjing Road Pedestrian Street. Although it lacked the modern feel of Hong Kong, its bustling prosperity far surpassed it.

"What on earth is it..." Bai Chen furrowed his brow tightly, staring fixedly at the scroll where lines were still appearing, plunging into deep thought.

Judging by his robust and energetic appearance, he looked nothing like someone who had just made a trip through a mystic realm. It was more as if he had simply gone on a field trip for leisure.

Only Xun Yu knew that although Cheng Gongying's martial prowess could not compare to Yan Xing and Wang Shuang, it was roughly on par with Liu Pi's. Moreover, Cheng Gongying's greatest asset was definitely not his martial arts; his strategic mind and analytical judgment were what truly deserved attention.

This "Devouring Demon" was, of course, a transformation of Xing Chu. Seeing that everyone had actually arrived, he was truly overcome with irrepressible joy.

"Answer what? It's not like I don't..." Before Wang Dong could finish his sentence, the call was abruptly hung up. Wang Dong looked at the darkened screen of his phone with a helpless expression, shook his head, and walked toward the main building.

It was not out of dissatisfaction with his intelligence personnel—after all, his intelligence network had been established for less than a few days, and being able to achieve this much was already quite remarkable. The reason his face was cold was because of the news that Ye Yun had been executed.

"Boss, I think tonight we should find a way to leak this news to the Black Dragon Society so they can prepare themselves." Looking at the enraged Wu Sikai beside him, Qing Tong could not help a trace of gloom flash in his eyes as he shared his thoughts with the other.

Wang Dong only then realized that Xia Zefang had not entirely believed his words earlier. After all, they were old partners of many years; talking about breaking up the partnership would not be without consequences for his own group.

Fortunately, nothing else happened that night. Madam Min's side believed that Yun Yaoyao was dead, while Qi Shuning's side believed that Yun Yaoyao was resting soundly, so the night passed peacefully and safely without incident.

Although the disadvantage was obvious, Liu Feng possessed the graceful demeanor of a great general. Facing the heaven-swallowing and earth-destroying momentum of the nine dragons, he launched his first line of defense.

"By order of the Sovereign, I have come to take your life!" Blood Slaughter's cold voice carried not a shred of human emotion, and his words happened to be overheard by Liu Sheng, who was entering from behind. Hearing the two words "the Sovereign," Liu Sheng's footsteps paused, and those two words stirred a ripple in the depths of his mind.

"Hmph, you want to confiscate my weapon? In your dreams." Poison Wolf let out a cold shout, decisively abandoning the attack of his lunging dagger and pulling it back. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the icy dagger spun nimbly in his palm. Following that, he reversed his grip on the dagger with the blade pointing backward, slightly bent his arm, and swept the sharp tip toward Chen Feng's wrist.