Daoying

Chapter 715: Seven Emperors Confronted, Business Alliance Decided
"Mirror Emperor——Ming Wuchen!"

Xu Hong's face suddenly changed and he shouted sternly, causing the surrounding space to stagnate.

"Mirror Emperor?!"

All the monks in the field were shocked. They saw the man's sleeves fluttering and a glass halo flowing around his body, like an illusion in a mirror, difficult to distinguish between real and fake. His eyebrows and eyes were picturesque and handsome, but there was a sense of coldness in him that made people dare not look at him closely.

Xie Huan felt his whole body sinking, as if an invisible force was pressing down from the sky, causing his sword to stagnate and make it difficult for him to move forward even a little bit.

Zhang Yunhua escaped death and suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood. A green-gray aura emerged on his face. The originally ferocious dragon scales peeled off bit by bit, revealing withered flesh.

The hundred-foot-long dragon corpse also let out a wail, and its bones broke with a "crack", and rotten flesh fell down like mud, with a fishy smell that filled the nose.

One man and one corpse, both were like candles burning in the wind, barely breathing.

Ming Wuchen glanced at Xu Hong indifferently and said, "He has already lost. Please give me face and spare his life." After that, he looked at Xie Huan again, as if waiting for his response.

Xu Hong sneered, his eyes sharp as a knife: "It's easy for the Mirror Emperor to say! If it was Xu who was defeated at this moment, would you show up and plead for mercy?"

He clenched the Molten Star Halberd with his five fingers, anger flashing on his face, "The Ten Thousand Islands Holy Alliance has an agreement not to get involved in the dispute between the Merchant Alliance. Is the Mirror Emperor going to make an exception today?"

Ming Wuchen's expression remained unchanged. He just said, "I didn't interfere. The winner has been decided. The Potian Alliance has disappeared from now on. There is only one merchant alliance in Yuanyanghai. I just ask you two to give me face and let me take Zhang Yunhua away."

He paused, then added: "I guarantee that he will never seek revenge in his lifetime."

Xu Hong glanced at Xie Huan with his eyebrows slightly raised, as if asking what he meant.

Xie Huan raised the corner of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Not for sale."

He did not retract his sword, but stood with his hands behind his back, and said calmly, "I have never met Mirror Emperor before, but I want this Zhang Yunhua too."

All the cultivators in the field were shocked. Although Xie Huan's strength was extremely terrifying, the man in front of them was one of the Seventh Emperors of the Human Race, and he actually dared to turn his face away in front of them. They all secretly broke into a cold sweat for him.

Even Xu Hong frowned slightly, clenched the halberd in his hand, and was extremely alert.

The glass halo in Ming Wuchen's eyes froze, and he obviously didn't expect Xie Huan to be so disrespectful. Anger surfaced in his eyes, but it disappeared in an instant. His voice was like an ice spring hitting a stone: "Young friend, are you really not going to give me this face?"

Xie Huan laughed out loud: "In terms of face, it's not as real as Zhang Yunhua's."

The field fell silent again, and the space seemed to solidify. Even the broken energy was suspended in mid-air, as if frozen by an invisible hand.

Suddenly, ripples appeared in the void, as if thousands of dreams were overlapping and intertwined.

A hazy figure appeared and disappeared, reflecting a blurry light around it.

All the monks were in a trance for a moment. The scene before them was distorted and shaking like a reflection in the water. All their life memories came flooding back, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

"Dream King!"

Xu Hong's eyes lit up and he smiled.

Everyone's body was shocked and they all came out of the hallucination. They were all terrified and broke out in cold sweat.

"Brother Ming has crossed the line."

The Dream Emperor gently wrapped a strand of dream silk with his slender fingers and said with a smile.

Ming Wuchen's eyes narrowed slightly, but he remained calm: "You want to intervene too?"

"No, I just..."

The Dream Emperor chuckled and shook his head: "We must ensure fairness."

"Is it unfair to ask for a dying person?"

Ming Wuchen lowered his eyelids slightly, without any expression in his expression.

The Dream Emperor chuckled, and a hazy light appeared when he raised his hand: "The Merchant Alliance should decide on its own matters. It is a favor for them to give you money, and it is their duty not to give you money." As soon as the words fell, ripples suddenly appeared in the void, and a deep voice came: "The Dream Emperor is wrong."

An old man in a purple robe stepped out, with nine bronze abacus sticks hanging from his waist. "The battle of the Merchant Alliance has already affected the fate of the human race. How can we allow it to continue to be a battle? Since the Elders Council initiated this war, it will be the Elders Council that will coordinate after the war."

"absurd!"

Another clear voice interrupted. The person who came was wearing a dark Taoist robe and had a sneer on his face: "The situation is complicated now. Any force is enough to affect the interests of the human race. Does it mean that the Elders' Council must intervene?"

Then there were ripples again, and one, two, three figures appeared one after another.

In the blink of an eye, nearly twenty powerful men showed their true forms, some standing in the air, some with their hands behind their backs. Under the interaction of their qi, the whole world was frozen.

The monks from the two alliances were all dumbfounded.

Except for Xie Huan and a few others, no one knew that there were so many powerful people hidden in the black tower.

Yan Wuya from Qianji Island was also among them. He nodded towards Xie Huan with a smile. At this moment, he already knew Xie Huan's identity.

He was in seclusion trying to comprehend the mysteries of the puppets left by Xie Huan, when he suddenly heard that the decision of the Council of Elders involved Dragon God Island. He suddenly thought of Xie Huan's destination and came to take a look out of curiosity.

What shocked him even more was that Xie Huan displayed his magical powers to suppress Zhang Yunhua without even using a puppet.

Beside Yan Wuya stood a monk with a haggard face, his ten fingers were wrapped with silk threads, and seven humanoid puppets were suspended behind him. He was another mechanical puppet master - Mo Shu.

After listening to everyone's words, Xu Hong's face was as gloomy as water. He suddenly pointed his spear and shouted angrily: "The victory won by the Tiangui League with blood, how can we allow others to dictate our actions!"

The sound was like thunder, silencing the entire place.

"Brother Xu, this is wrong."

The purple-robed old man gently stroked the bronze abacus on his waist, and the nine abacus jingled. "If it weren't for the strict control of the Elders' Council, this battle would never be so simple. The final victory or defeat might still be uncertain. Moreover, the interests of the Merchant Alliance affect the whole world, and no one can stay out of it. Although Brother Xu is the only merchant leader and the dignity of the Seven Emperors, he should also focus on the overall situation."

There are several meanings in his words: first, without the Council of Elders, it is hard to say whether you can win; second, the business alliance is related to the interests of everyone, how can you have the final say? Third, he secretly praised Xu Hong's new position as the Seventh Emperor - this is Xu Hong's biggest concern.

The so-called Seven Emperors are naturally recognized by the world, not self-proclaimed.

The purple-robed old man's recognition as the overlord of a region immediately eased Xu Hong's expression.

"In that case..."

Xu Hong slowly loosened his tightly clenched fist in his sleeve: "How do you want to end this?"

The place was extremely quiet for a moment.

Nearly twenty powerful men had their own thoughts, some closed their eyes to deduce, some communicated secretly, and finally reached a consensus: 50% of the profits of the Po Tian Alliance would go to the Wan Dao Holy Alliance as a united front resource, and the rest would be integrated by Xu Hong.

Instead, there was a dispute over Zhang Yunhua's affiliation.

Xie Huan refused to give in and confronted whoever he met. Seeing how brave he was in the battle and various rumors about him, everyone didn't want to offend him. Even for the sake of Emperor Mirror, they didn't say much.

The final conclusion: Zhang Yunhua will be temporarily placed under the care of Xie Huan for one month, and will be handed over to Ming Wuchen after the expiration of the period.

……

Seven days later, on Dragon God Island.

The sun sets in the west, and the afterglow dyes half of the sea red.

Xie Huan leaned against the bluestone, holding a cup of tea, and looked out at the changing clouds.

Xu Wei was brewing tea with her bare hands, while Luo Furong stood beside her. The sea breeze blew by, and the fragrance of tea and the sound of waves blended together, making it seem like a paradise.

(End of this chapter)