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    Chen Changan grimaced. Futu, the mysterious faction hiding in a death zone’s tomb, was searching for him.

     

    Futu couldn’t even imagine that the Eternity Coven’s successor was the grand Absolute Dominator of the Nine Province Continent. Or that the same cultivationless waste had the power to kill immortals.

     

    Since his master was imprisoned in Futu’s tomb and Hong Yi and She Zini’s fates were unknown, Chen Changan had to settle the score!

     

    “Young Master, what do we do?”

     

    Chen Changan was deep in thought. Cloud Province was beyond his reach, and he had no way of dealing with them.

     

    So he came up with another plan. He took out an Immortal Pill and gave it to Touba Ye. It was the last Immortal Pill he made from killing those immortals way back.

     

    “Touba Ye, you have an immortal body. “Taking this Immortal Pill will greatly boost your cultivation.”

     

    “Thank you, Young Master.”

     

    “Stay in the Eternity Temple for a few days and use the pill to improve yourself.”

     

    “I obey!” Touba Ye left.

     

    Chen Changan rubbed his chin. He didn’t like this mysterious faction at all, not one bit. Though he was just as equally intrigued by the girl looking just like Bao’er.

     

    Since he didn’t have anyone appropriate to send, with even Touba Ye, a Nascent Soul Demon with an Immortal Body barely escaping, Chen Changan had to get ready.

     

    A shame Mei Niang left, or he’d had her go with Touba Ye to bust into Cloud Province’s death zone’s tomb.

     

    Chen Changan had other contingencies, of course. He scanned his Absolute Domain.

     

    Given its size, it had already undergone one harvest. The reaping exposed two Dao Protectors. It implied the presence of two extra-recultivating geniuses besides Bai Yue at the disciple contest.

     

    Chen Changan’s plan was simple. With Mei Niang out, he’d entrust the two Dao Protectors to go with Touba Ye to Bronze Mountain and bring back everyone.

     

    As for the Dao Protectors’ wishes, Chen Changan didn’t even consider them.

     

    Wu Ming, an ex-Domain Lord, was unable to resist the allure of Dao Rhythm item, and Chen Changan believed the two were even weaker.

     

    On the off chance they did refuse him, Chen Changan would gladly let them enjoy 9999 shades of deaths.

     

    A thousand miles outside Glorious Heaven City, Mo Wentian was running for his life. Fa Tian was hot on his tail, looking dark and murderous.

     

    “Halt!” Fa Tian held a golden immortal blade and slashed at his prey.

     

    A passing Golden Core python took the hit and saved Mo Wentian.

     

    Sigh, the poor little snek.

     

    “Damn it!” Fa Tian grimaced.

     

    “Don’t come any closer! I’m a nobody. Why do you even want to kill me so badly?” Mo Wentian wailed his indignation.

     

    As he ran, he threw two more hidden treasures. They exploded, engulfing Fa Tian in a majestic power. It did no damage but helped stall him for a bit.

     

    “A filthy Lower Realm bug dared to attack me? You’re dead!” Fa Tian raged.

     

    He believed Mo Wentian to be just like him, a recultivating genius, only to find out he was a Lower Realm nobody, weak yet holding tons of hidden treasures.

     

    It was this bug that tried sneaking up on him. What was worse, the bug escaped his grasp.

     

    Fa Tian considered this the highest form of humiliation. [I have to kill this bastard, or I’m not the Ninth Prince!]

     

    Mo Wentian ran like hell while Fa Tian gave chase. [Curse that bastard for all eternity!]

     

    They say ‘Keep your actions in check, for in the future you may reconnect.’

     

    [Why is this guy so savage? How bloody petty of you, you rotten bastard! Screw you!]

     

    Mo Wentian cursed all the while Fa Tian hounded him, or at least until the cliff up ahead.

     

    “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. You gotta be kidding me!” Mo Wentian’s mouth twitched.

     

    The last time he jumped off, he found an Immortal Slayer’s legacy. [Now I’m back before a freakin’ tall cliff.] But he didn’t believe his luck would turn up again.

     

    “What now? I really think I’ll die this time.”

     

    Death came from behind with relentless force.

     

    Fa Tian stepped closer with his immortal blade. “Bug, nowhere to run now!”

     

    Mo Wentian swore, “A great Immortal Domain genius hounding a Lower Realm cultivator without an ounce of shame! Screw you, you bastard, mother***. You’re goonna be struck by lightning, burn in hellfire, and have kids with no bunghole! Humph, I’d rather jump off this cliff than give you the joy of killing me!”

     

    Mo Wentian cursed and jumped then and there.

     

    Fa Tian raged, having never been sworn in his life. [You’re not going to die that easily!]

     

    He rushed over to the cliff and grabbed Mo Wentian in mid-jump.

     

    Mo Wentian showed no fear, pulling faces instead.

     

    “Ha-ha-ha, you son of she-dog, you’ll never catch me in your lifetime!”

     

    Mo Wentian released a deadly power in a tremendous explosion. Fa Tian grunted and suffered heavy damage from the point blank attack.

     

    “A damn puppet! Curses!” Fa Tian was bleeding, his dark face twisting with malice and rage.

     

    The great Black Tortoise Immortal Domain’s Nine Prince was reduced to being a filthy Lower Realm bug’s toy!

     

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