Lord of the night.

Chapter 1367 Golden Pen Points to Stars [Two-in-One]

Hearing Dongfang San San sigh.

Yan Nan glanced disdainfully at the surrounding commotion and said sarcastically, "The success or failure of the strong, the revelry of the weak; life and death in the clouds, a gamble for the masses. The East, how ironic."

"But it is in this kind of world that one can truly refine one's mind and cultivate oneself."

Dongfang Sansan said calmly, "Brother Yan, isn't this why we didn't stop it? All sorts of scheming and joy, all sorts of twisted human nature, all sorts of filthy thoughts, all sorts of hypocrisy... these are the realities of the human world."

"You and I are human. Brother Yan. Just like you and me, we are also scheming. In the eyes of the gods in the blue sky above us..."

Dongfang San San turned to look at the bustling crowd: "...Brother Yan, how are you and I different from them?"

Yan Nan fell silent.

After a long while, he let out a soft sigh of relief: "Dongfang, I have learned something."

He instructed the men behind him, "Bring some more of my tea to Strategist Dongfang as a token of my gratitude."

Dongfang San San smiled wryly: "Brother Yan, it's okay to owe favors sometimes."

"No!"

Yan Nan firmly stated, "No matter what the future holds, I will not join forces with you! I cannot owe you a single favor!"

This time, Yan Nan spoke very bluntly once again!
Dongfang San San sighed softly and said in a low voice, "I didn't want to join forces with you. It would be a huge loss for the Guardians and the Only Righteous Sect to join forces!"

"Life and death are just a game. Although winning and losing bring pain, it is also the taste of living."

Yan Nan said, "Dongfang, take care. Although I must kill you, I estimate I will be very sad after I kill you."

Dongfang Sansan smiled gently and said, "You too."

He paused, then said again, "Me too."

……

The crowd was noisy.

Someone has set up a betting pool downstairs, with a pretty complete range of betting options.

You can specify which round someone was knocked out.

You can select a person within a few rounds.

In short, a group of gambling geniuses quickly devised a variety of betting methods and payout ratios for winnings and losses.

However, there's one thing: I won't accept the position that Yu Yang was knocked out in the first round!

We won't accept the 999 players who were defeated in the second battle...

Because it's too obvious.

Apart from these clearly stated requirements, other requirements can be relaxed.

The betting continued until the last 250 people.

Then you can increase the difficulty, for example, you can bet that some of the top 500 will make it into the top 500; of course, you can also bet that someone will directly reach number one...

The group of gamblers did the math and were all astonished: there were tens of thousands of betting options!
Everyone was stunned.

For example, you can bet on Feng Yun, Ye Mo, Fang Che, Xue Changqing, etc., to see how many places they will ultimately reach, etc.

For example, the odds for a single bet on Fang Che, who is ranked 808th, are quite high!

Because all the rankings except for 808 were losses.

If you bet on Fang Che to reach the top 800, the range will be larger, and the odds will be lower.

And so on.

Therefore, there are too many projects. As long as you are willing to play, each of these people who are climbing the rankings can play hundreds or even thousands of projects.

The number of people currently trying to climb the rankings is close to six thousand.

Then think about it.

Bet however you want. As long as you have money and spirit crystals, just throw them in!

The game will officially begin after the stars are drawn.

So after staying up all night, countless gamblers continued to study the rules with great enthusiasm.

In an instant, Qipan Peak was like a bustling market, with all sorts of buzzing sounds... as if countless swarms of giant wasps had gathered there.

It immediately became lively.

Many people are opening their wallets and studying the situation carefully, preparing to take advantage of this golden opportunity to make a fortune.

The top thousand weapons in the cloud above are all seated there.

A constellation of stars, a wealth of talent!
However, it cannot be denied that there are 275 vacancies in this list of 1,000 people!
In particular, there were more than twenty vacancies for experts who originally belonged to the six major guardian families! Some were killed in the chaos of the war, some were captured and executed after their crimes were confirmed, some were imprisoned, and some defected.

There are so many vacancies in just six families; the total number of vacancies in other families would be even greater.

Comparatively speaking, the number of members of the Righteous Cult on the Cloud Weapon Ranking is nearly one hundred more than that of the Guardians.

"Brother Dongfang, there are quite a few Guardians missing on the Cloud Weapon Ranking."

Yan Nan said calmly.

Dongfang San San smiled broadly: "So this wave needs to be made up for."

It was almost midnight.

Ye Meng stood gracefully in the air, her white robes fluttering, exuding an ethereal aura.

He gently waved a green branch, the material of which he didn't know.

She said softly, "This is the first time Ye Meng has been entrusted by her master to preside over the renaming challenge of the Cloud Weapon Ranking. She is not very skilled and there have been some shortcomings. Please forgive her."

He bowed slightly as he spoke.

"We don't mind!"

Countless people below were shouting.

Many experienced and prudent masters also know very well that even if Feng Yunqi were to personally handle such a major event, he wouldn't be able to do much on the first night; he could only showcase the various high-end aspects of the Cloud Weapon Ranking.

After all, there are a thousand experts on the list alone!

If everything were done at once, it would look rushed. It needs to be done in stages, which takes time.

So what this girl in the dream was doing was actually not slow.

"Now, let's begin the star-lighting segment. Due to time constraints, two people will light up Venus tonight, and then the three challenges will begin. After the third challenge, tonight will be over."

Ye Meng's expression was calm, and her voice was gentle: "Please welcome the challenger, Dian Xing."

On the side of the True Sect, Feng Yun was about to take a step forward when he saw Yan Beihan step out.

So he smiled and calmly withdrew the step he had taken.

But Yan Beihan stopped after taking a step out.

Then a relaxed smile appeared on his face.

At that moment, Yan Beihan realized something.

Why should I bother fighting for it?

“To go against Ye Meng will only make the head of the family resentful, and he will be caught in the middle, which will make him even more uncomfortable.”

"I am willing to watch you shine, but you cannot stop my beauty."

Once Yan Beihan understood, he felt much lighter.

He chuckled softly, "Feng Yun, what are you waiting for?"

In this way, in everyone's eyes, it was Yan Beihan who took a step back and calmly pushed Feng Yun forward.

In front of the world, it showed a stance of 'non-contention'.

This stance reassured countless high-ranking members of the Sovereign Cult.

Yan Beihan's split into the secluded mountain sects resulted in a series of victories, greatly enhancing his prestige and shaking the world. Feng Yun, in overall command, suppressed all the geniuses of the Weiwo Zhengjiao sect.

Both of their forces grew stronger day by day.

It is foreseeable that the rise of two powerful factions within the righteous sects is a foregone conclusion. No matter how the sects arrange things or how they try to suppress it, once Yan Beihan's ambition takes root, there is nothing anyone can do about it.

And no one could stop their rise. When both sides reached their peak strength and there weren't enough places for their own people, they would naturally set their sights on the positions occupied by the other.

In that case, an unprecedented power struggle would immediately unfold in open and bloody fashion.

Such struggles not only force everyone to take sides, but once they begin, they become life-or-death battles, with power struggles even more brutal than those against external enemies.

But under these circumstances, Yan Beihan's statement will set the tone for all time to come!

No need to worry about bloodshed and infighting in the future.

But what no one knows is that Yan Beihan has now realized not only the importance of not competing with Feng Yun, but also the importance of not competing with Ye Meng.

Feng Yun was taken aback for a moment, then laughed: "Lord Yan, you flatter me!"

Across from them, Xue Changqing nudged Fang Che: "President Fang, you go first!"

Fang Che smiled wryly: "How could this be my turn?"

He was still thinking that once there were more people on the other side, he could challenge and kill as many as possible along the way.

How could we possibly go up now?
So he threw Xue Changqing out: "There's a saying, 'No one should shirk their duty.' If Feng Yun comes over there, Xue Changqing must come over here!"

Feng Yun was dressed in black, while Xue Changqing wore a snow-white robe.

Standing opposite each other.

At the same time, he made a "please" gesture.

Meanwhile, Dong Yuanping of the Divine Weasel Cult and She Menglong of the Spirit Snake Cult didn't even budge an inch.

With only two spots available for Star Point activation, how could it possibly be my turn?

If I were to go up and compete for two spots, not only would I fail, but I would also definitely lose face in front of all the heroes in the world.

Yan Nan asked, "Brother Dongfang, have you prepared the nicknames and opening poems for these little ones?"

Dongfang San San said calmly, "I only prepared the Guardians, Brother Yan. Shouldn't it be you who prepared the righteous sects?"

Yan Nan's face twisted in disgust: "You want me to write poetry? Dongfang, is this my job?"

"You do the work that isn't yours with great enthusiasm, don't you?"

Dongfang San San smiled faintly and said, "But don't worry. This time, there will be plenty of people writing poems. Quite a few literary figures."

"???"

Yan Nan was stunned: "You brought those other things with you?"

"There are quite a few people who are skilled in both literature and martial arts."

Dongfang San San said, "Don't worry. We can definitely satisfy everyone who makes the list. You and I won't need to."

Yan Nan nodded in deep agreement: "Yes, they're not up to the task. We don't need to take action ourselves."

"It's not just the two of us."

Dongfang San San opened her eyes and said, "It's me, only me."

Yan Nan choked, her eyes widening.

But Dongfang San San was clearly not going to let him off the hook, and rolled her eyes at him, saying, "Stop with the 'we' talk, can you write poetry?"

Yan Nan's face contorted.

Suddenly, it bared its teeth and waved angrily.

The succubus gracefully approached and nestled beside Yan Nan.

Yan Nan, with his arm around the succubus's waist, looked down at Dongfang San San and said arrogantly, "I have a wife, do you?"

Dongfang San San's eyes widened immediately, and she chuckled, "Then, you win!"

The succubus bowed somewhat timidly: "Greetings, Strategist Dongfang."

The succubus felt a deep-seated fear of Dongfang San San; the mere sight of his face made her tremble like a mouse before a cat.

This time, she didn't immediately stay by Yan Nan's side because of this. Now that Yan Nan was beckoning, she had no choice but to come under everyone's watchful eyes, and that's why she mustered up her courage to come. But her heart was pounding, and her face was a little pale.

Even his eyes seemed unfocused.

Dongfang Sansan smiled warmly and said, "Yes, hello, sister-in-law."

The succubus bowed repeatedly in fear, saying, "I dare not... I dare not accept such a title."

Yan Nan said with dissatisfaction, "Why should I be afraid of him? Sit down, sit next to me."

The succubus didn't dare to sit and just stood there. Yan Nan patted the seat hard and gave it a disgruntled look. Only then did the succubus bow slightly to Dongfang San San again in fear, and slowly sit down, only daring to sit on a third of her buttocks. She looked uneasy and didn't dare to look up.

She's even more like a young wife than a young bride.

Xuewu found it amusing and asked, "Why is she so afraid of you?"

Dongfang San San gave a helpless, bitter smile: "I don't know either."

The succubus dared not speak, but couldn't help rolling her eyes secretly with her head down.

How can you say you don't know?
He had encountered Dongfang 337 times in his life, and each time was unforgettable. The first 16 times, the entire army was wiped out, and he escaped with serious injuries, barely escaping with his life. Each time, he had to rush out from a pile of minced flesh... The time with the largest number of people, a group of 20,000, only he survived.

In the end, he was slapped to death, which was a kind of relief.

Not long after his resurrection, he found himself standing before him again. The feeling was indescribable, as if fate were repeating itself.

Those eyes that never seem to get angry are, in the succubus's eyes, simply the ultimate devil!

Duan Xiyang? He's far more terrifying than Duan Xiyang!
If you encounter it, nothing good will ever come of it.

Everyone in the audience was looking at Feng Yun and Xue Changqing in the middle, wondering how they would decide who would be the first to draw a star, since one was the young leader of the Righteous Sect and the other was a leading figure among the younger generation of guardians.
"Changqing, who should go first?" Feng Yun asked with a smile.

Xue Changqing pondered for a moment. Feng Yun was displaying his composure, but Xue Changqing knew that Feng Yun was setting a trap.

Everyone is watching this side.

In everyone's heart, there is actually a judgment on themselves and Feng Yun.

The Guardian needs to surpass Feng Yun in every aspect, but many people know that they are inferior to Feng Yun.

So if you try to do it first, you'll get booed.

If you don't take it yourself, you'll boost the morale of others and diminish your own prestige.

Neither advancing nor retreating is appropriate.

If Feng Yun had simply stepped forward to point at the stars, he wouldn't have stopped him; he would have simply shown courtesy and let the matter drop. But Feng Yun's question left him feeling awkward.

Xue Changqing, quick-witted as ever, laughed and said, "If we start fighting before we're even on the list, it would be a joke. Since Young Master Yun asked me who should go first, why don't we take a gamble?"

He reached out and grabbed a handful of chess pieces, held them in his hand, raised his fist, and smiled, "Would you bet on an odd or even number?"

Feng Yun was taken aback, then suddenly burst into laughter: "Xue Changqing, you've finally learned your lesson, hahaha..."

Both sides standing in front showed smiles. Yan Beihan's lips curled up, showing some appreciation for Xue Changqing's quick wit.

Feng Yun, a seasoned old fox whose every word is fraught with hidden meaning, was surprisingly dealt with by Xue Changqing in a childish manner. It has to be said, it was truly ingenious.

Feng Yun laughed and said, "I just got married, so I guess even! It's a good omen to be in pairs. Changqing, you can choose odd."

Everyone smiled.

This guy wouldn't suffer any loss, and subtly insulted Xue Changqing again, calling him a single dog.

Xue Changqing smiled, unperturbed; he didn't care. He had only one goal in mind: to catch up with Feng Yun and put him at a disadvantage.

As for the others... wives? What are they? What's their use? Will having a wife help keep Feng Yun in check?

He opened his outstretched arm, revealing six dark chess pieces on his palm, and smiled, "Impressive, you go first."

"Concession!"

Feng Yun leaped into the air.

He was dressed in flowing black robes and possessed a handsome and refined appearance.

With a gentle flick of the branch in Ye Meng's hand, a beam of light struck Feng Yun. Feng Yun instantly rose into the air, traversing hundreds of feet, and arrived before the golden pen that stretched across the sky.

Concentrate your mind and focus your energy; spiritual energy surges forth.

A giant hand formed of spiritual energy appeared in the air, and then slowly grasped the handle of the golden pen.

A surge of spiritual energy suddenly flooded into the golden pen.

The golden pen suddenly flashed with points of light in the sky. It could be clearly seen that the light was surging forward rapidly inside the pen and flowing towards the tip.

A faint glimmer of light could be seen gathering at the tip of the pen.

Feng Yun remained calm and composed, his spiritual energy growing ever stronger.

Finally, a dense cyan light shot out from the tip of the golden pen and landed on the dark star in front of it, causing the dark star to suddenly light up.

It emitted a deep, azure light that seemed to pierce the night sky.

The entire sky was illuminated by this large star.

Everyone was shocked: So bright? But why was Feng Yun's color cyan? What did that mean?
A flash of blue light appeared on the dark star, and it flew towards the weapon catalog in the clouds.

A glint of green light landed on the last page and fell onto Yu Yang, who wielded three swift knives.

No explanation is needed; everyone understands: Feng Yun's first challenge is naturally the last-ranked player on the Cloud Weapon Ranking.

Yu Yang sighed, a bitter smile on his face: He thought he could hold off one or two people, but maybe the first one to challenge him was a weaker guy?

As a result, all wishful thinking vanished instantly.

The first one to come up was actually Feng Yun, the number one young master of the Righteous Sect!

He sighed, stood up, and touched the chair with lingering affection. Perhaps... he would never be able to sit in this chair again in his life.

Below, countless people watched his actions, and many burst into laughter.

It was clear that he was extremely aware of his attachment.

But those sitting up there all had expressions of empathy on their faces.

Yu Yang took a step forward.

He drew his long sword and stood tall: "Young Master Feng Yun, please!"

Feng Yun drew his longsword, leaped into the air, and thrust it straight forward.

It shimmered with a bluish light.

Yu Yang roared, and his swift blade flashed with a yellow holy light in the air, instantly transforming into a halo of light.

In an instant, not even a shadow could be seen.

There was a sound.

Ignoring all the illusions and changes, Feng Yun casually thrust his sword into the blade, and with a boom, sword energy erupted.

Yu Yang staggered backward, his face flushed and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He sighed, sheathed his sword, and retreated: "I've lost!"

The gatekeeper of the Cloud Weapon Ranking was no match for Feng Yun Yi Jian!
Although everyone knew that Feng Yun's strength would allow him to reach a high level, the fact that the gatekeeper couldn't even withstand a single, unorthodox sword strike still surprised them somewhat.

Feng Yun smiled: "Only my righteous sect?"

Yu Yang said, "Yes."

Feng Yun said calmly, "Report to the Southeast Headquarters after the battle."

"Thank you, Young Master Feng Yun."

Yu Yang was overjoyed.

The reason these people didn't simply choose not to come and automatically withdraw is precisely this. This is a challenge, but it's also an opportunity!
Regardless, I was on the list for so many years.

Their strength has also been verified by the Cloud Weapon Ranking.

This cloud-based challenge is an opportunity to showcase ourselves in front of the highest leaders of both sides.

This demonstration could very well change his entire future! Compared to this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, what's a little embarrassment about losing the cloud challenge?
Yu Yang clasped his hands in a cheerful greeting and landed.

He is now at his most relaxed, because his mission is complete!

Feng Yun turned around, unleashing a burst of spiritual energy that caused the dark star to flicker.

Another beam of light shot out, heading towards the 999th position.

This is a guardian.

Feng Yun made no attempt to conceal his murderous intent.

He unleashed his killing move directly. But the guardian expert immediately used the force of the first strike to retreat, not even allowing Feng Yun to finish his first move. Although he was still injured, he successfully saved his life: "I lost."

Feng Yun smiled faintly: "Good reaction, a talent. This person is yours, Xue Changqing."

Xue Changqing smiled as well.

Although Feng Yun didn't use his full strength, a killing move is still a killing move. The fact that this person survived Feng Yun's sword shows that his reaction and experience far surpass those of other martial artists of the same level.

As Feng Yun said: He is a talented person.

Normally, a Saint Emperor-level warrior like this would be instantly killed by Feng Yun in the current state.

Feng Yun has advanced to position 999, freeing up a challenge slot.

With a flick of the green branch in Ye Meng's hand, the light returned from Feng Yun to the golden pen.

"Please, Young Master Feng Yun, take a seat."

Feng Yun smiled, walked calmly and gracefully to his seat, and actually took out a handkerchief from his pocket, quickly and carefully wiping the seat.

He turned around and sat down.

He laughed and said, "Changqing, come and sit in one of the thousand seats. By the time you sit down, it will probably be over tonight."

Everyone laughed.

Feng Yun was right; he could no longer continue the challenge and would have to wait until tomorrow night. Ye Meng's gesture of giving up her seat indicated this.

Xue Changqing laughed heartily, soared into the sky like a cloud, gathered a large hand of spiritual energy, and countless snowflakes condensed in the air, clear and ethereal, before grasping the golden pen.

Spiritual energy surged and entered the golden pen, causing it to light up. The brightness extended forward, illuminating the tip, and a beam of light suddenly shot out.

The dark star lights up!

Everyone was taken aback.

The cloud formation just now was an extremely azure color.

The color of the snow now is a pure, flawless golden hue.

The two individuals possess a fundamentally different charisma.

Dark Star then emitted a challenge beam, connecting with one thousand people.

Xue Changqing will take the field.

He won with a single strike.

"If you are interested after the war, you can report to the Southeast Headquarters."

"Thank you, Master Qing!"

The dozens or even hundreds of people behind the Cloud Weapon Ranking all showed a hint of excitement on their faces.

Indeed, it has its benefits.

Moreover, it was quite obvious that several people were writing furiously on Ninth Master's and Yan Nan's side, but what they were writing or recording was unknown.

But it's definitely related to the battle in the cloud.

The Cloud Weapon Ranking is certainly a path for martial artists to advance in their martial arts, but it is also a ladder for many masters to rise to prominence!
Otherwise, with martial artists everywhere, why would high-ranking leaders pay attention to them?

name!
Wonderful!

The golden light receded.

The wind comes.

Clouds surged.

Holy light emanated from Ye Meng's body.

The gold pen slowly dimmed.

The cloud-based weaponry display in the sky was slowly covered by a thin veil.

"The first night in the clouds has come to an end."

"Continue at the same time tomorrow."

“Feng Yun and Xue Changqing can take on the challenge on their own starting tomorrow.”

"Those on the list, you can do whatever you want during the day. Those not on the challenge list can do whatever you want tomorrow night."

Ye Meng bowed slightly: "Greetings, everyone."

A gust of wind came.

A slender figure was swept up by the gale and rose slowly, the light on her body gradually disappearing in the wind, vanishing into the sky in the blink of an eye.

At the same time.

As dawn broke, the world suddenly became bright.

The magnificent spectacle of the Cloud Weaponry Chart, which lasted all night, vanished quietly with the arrival of dawn, like a beautiful dream.

All that remains is the memory.

Aside from the gamblers who were completely oblivious to this feeling and focused solely on studying the rules of the game, everyone else felt a strange sense of 'times have changed'.

Fang Che, Mo Gan, Yun Xue, Yi Zun, Yan Bei Han, Bai Ye, and others were all deep in thought.

Feng Yun and Xue Changqing set an example for everyone.

"In other words, as more and more people challenge the rankings, and as Feng Yun and the other person continue to break through, more and more positions become available, and battles become more and more frequent."

"Slowly, hundreds of people will be fighting on the leaderboard simultaneously."

"Judging from Xue Changqing's challenge, as long as those on the Cloud Ranking don't die immediately, they can recover to their peak condition before facing the next challenge."

"The final number of people fighting depends on how high the first person can climb."

"At first it might seem like it would take a long time, but as we fight together, it will actually get faster."

"But what do the points of light represent?"

"Fengyun is cyan, and Xue Changqing is gold. Are there any other colors? What is the basis for this radiance?"

Yan Nan and Dongfang San San had already set up the chessboard.

The two of them had almost no interest in these things.

However, many scholars have already begun to rack their brains. Currently, Feng Yun and Xue Changqing have already made their moves.

Therefore, the opening poems and honorific titles for the two need to be carefully considered.

What if I get hired?
Fang Che sent a message to Ye Meng, who replied that she was currently working on the follow-up operations of the Cloud Weapon Compendium; it would probably not be fully completed until after tonight.

Meanwhile, Master Feng Yunqi was giving instructions from the side.

Fang Che understood.

On the other side, the people of the Golden Dragon Palace were still looking up, staring blankly at the place in the sky where the Cloud Weapon Ranking had originally been.

The twelve people were all shocked, with a feeling of being 'dazzled and still unable to recover,' vividly portraying the phenomenon of 'country bumpkins entering the city for the first time'.

Deputy Hall Master Long Canghai felt that there were countless mysteries in his mind. This was the first time he had seen such a high-end thing, and he couldn't understand it.

So, he brazenly said, "Vice Chief Master Bai, I have a few questions. Could you please answer them?"

There was no other way; everyone present only knew Bai Jing, and they had only just met.

But it must be said, he really asked the right person.

Bai Jing said with a straight face, "If you have any questions, please speak through telepathy."

Deputy Chief Master Bai has no interest in lecturing to the world.

Long Canghai readily agreed and began communicating with Bai Jing via telepathy.

Then everyone looked at his face, their expressions constantly showing those of "I see," "I suddenly understand," "it's enlightening," and "it's all clear now"...

Simply put: Ah! Ah? Ah. Ah, ah; ... Ah! Ah~~
Mo Ganyun and Dong Yunyu hung their heads and hid behind the crowd, feeling inexplicably guilty.

Now, the two of them have a conditioned reflex when they hear the words "Golden Dragon," and inexplicably think of that unbearable period of their lives.

There was even a hint of doubt: "Could this Golden Dragon Palace be related to that dragon? Please, no!"

The two prayed silently.

The two leaders of the Divine Weasel Cult and the Spirit Serpent Cult were also solemnly calculating their own fates—they were the most miserable. No matter who they asked, no one paid them any attention.

How could one possibly lower oneself to ask a younger person such a question?
Fang Che frowned and pondered seriously, going over several things. He realized that his order of appearance needed to be postponed a bit more.

How can I get Mo Ganyun and the others to go up ahead of me? These guys won't let me pass them.

Therefore... some measures need to be taken.

As I was thinking, I suddenly felt a chill all over my body.

For no apparent reason, my heart started to tremble.

I even felt a tremor, and my hair stood on end.

What's going on here?
Fang Che looked up warily.

Across from them stood Yan Beihan, his hands behind his back, exuding an aura so powerful it seemed to swallow the heavens and earth, his cloak fluttering in the morning breeze.

Long legs slammed into the ground, and his perfectly sculpted face was covered in frost as he looked at me from the opposite side.

There was no warmth in his eyes.

It's like a beautiful tigress poised to pounce on her prey.

Fang Che clearly felt that cold, icy blades were flying out of her beautiful eyes and circling around his body.

If looks could kill, Fang Che would probably be torn to pieces by now.

It turns out my girlfriend was jealous.

Fang Che felt relieved.

The entire night was a one-woman show in her dreams, her beauty and grace unparalleled, no wonder Yan Beihan, a jealous man, was furious.

but……

Fang Che stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an aura of arrogance.

His eyes were disdainful as he looked down at Yan Beihan.

They were locked in a fierce confrontation, neither giving an inch.

Instantly, a murderous aura surged, a malevolent energy permeated the air, sword energy was chilling, and blade light crisscrossed.

In everyone's eyes, this is the genius of the Sovereign Church and the Guardians starting to challenge them again.

They couldn't help but remain silent, watching quietly.

Things are about to get serious... Princess Yan is about to lose her temper, and Fang Tu's side is not to be trifled with either. This is a clash of titans, and something big is likely to happen!

Little did they know that Fang Che had silently transmitted a message.

"Why are you jealous when you can't even last half a quarter of an hour?"

It was just one sentence.

"Fang Che!"

Yan Beihan instantly exploded: "I'll make you pay!"

(End of this chapter)