Chapter 703

Chapter 703: Ceasefire?

The gods of the Derived World were extremely pleased, each sporting a smile.

Especially when they saw the miserable state of the Invincible Sword Saint, their joy skyrocketed.

You see, the Invincible Sword Saint had a notoriously short fuse. When they previously harassed the Primordial World, the Great Sage of the Nine Heavens casually obliterated their attacks when he found he couldn’t escape.

But the moment the Invincible Sword Saint got upset, he would draw his sword and start hunting them down.

The pain from his sword aura was something most gods had felt firsthand.

And now—

The dragon’s tail hung in the sky, diving down, creating a massive water column rising between its head and the sea surface. The sea water spun madly, rushing upwards, while the surface sank dozens of meters, forming a gigantic vortex over a thousand meters in diameter.

Butterfly snuggled next to her master, playfully winking at Chen Feng behind the old man’s back. She couldn’t voice her objections; letting Chen Feng on board had nearly crossed her master’s bottom line, and it was only after a long plea that she secured permission. Otherwise, Chen Feng would have had to ride along with the coachman.

At the same time, the nine Chakra Dragons that trapped Gaara were also in action; the Illusory Dragon Nine Seals. These chains from the Outer Dao Demon Body had a natural restraining effect on Jinchuriki.

“Of course! Just tell me what conditions you have; as long as they’re not too excessive compared to the value of the Ground Expansion Stone, we can work something out,” the True Dragon said, smiling, clearly having considered this beforehand.

“But what about my Su Ying? Where is my Su Ying? You have to tell me!” Li Guangze babbled.

To ensure daily traders and officials coming and going across the Bian River could see, the Beijiao Pavilion had even set up a special docking pier along the river.

“Hey, hey, hey! Just because you’re the strongest among us doesn’t mean you can talk to us like that. We’re all Chūnin now, not Genin! We don’t need Asuma-sensei to protect us anymore!” Shikamaru waved his hand, his face adopting that familiar expression of annoyance that Naruto used to know so well.

“Penny-pincher! This time you’ll probably spend your entire tuition on this meal. Do you realize that? Picking up girls takes money!” Manager Liu seemed completely oblivious to his promise to slap himself just a moment ago and continued to mock.

A quick glance outside the cave showed that fierce battles were still underway. The bandits had numerical superiority, while Yang Zhi and his bodyguards were quite skilled. Add to that the deep night interfering with shooting accuracy, and neither side could gain the upper hand—the standoff continued.

“You told me to check, so I did! I feel like there’s definitely something going on inside,” Qian Ximu instinctively said.

According to Guo Jia, when the Twin Dragons triggered, the fire oil would almost instantly rush down, leaving no chance for anyone to escape. But the mechanism at the top of the Wuming Valley might have been too old, causing the clay layers blocking the fire oil to harden, slowing its flow and giving everyone a bit of a chance to escape.

However, the result? The big guy’s “showing off” didn’t produce what he was looking for. He had no talent for surgical medicine, but when it came to Martial Arts Cultivation, he showcased extraordinary talent.

If Hua Donglai was indeed one of Zhuge’s gang, how did he find them? After all, they had all changed their appearances, and Zhuge’s gang hadn’t heard from them in ages. Could it be that Hua Donglai was also a master of disguise to see through their façades?

“You finally made it up here!” A crisp yet sinister voice rang out from a corner.

The priests truly worshiped the highest-ranking Priest Great Hall, located on the unknown island’s main estate.

Yin Junfeng and Tie Xiangxue turned at the sound, only to spot an annoying figure perched in that giant tree.

“How dare you! Since you’ve already obtained the Demon Origin Sword, why are you here at my Shushan Sect today, at the Demon-Sealing Tower? What do you really want?” The old man’s face grew cold as he warned cautiously.