What You Buy with Real Money is Real.

The stars remain the same.

Chen Xia did not kill Jian Er. Mainly because he knew he could not kill him. After all, the Supreme Realm was watching over their prodigies, so how could they let Chen Xia kill them as he wishes?

Although he did not kill the person, Chen Xia confiscated two flying swords, which were exactly the red and orange swords in Jian Er's hands.

These two flying swords were quite strange. The red flying sword was top notch among the high grade magic weapons. The orange flying sword was directly a semi-immortal sword.

Additionally, the two swords could be fused into one sword and intertwined with each other. It looked like a spiral sword with flaming red and orange firelight.

When the two swords were fused into one, although its grade was still a semi-immortal sword but it was among the best of that grade. Its power was also improved.

Xu Zhen knew of the origins of these two flying swords. She stood at the side with her hands behind her back and smiled lightly,

"The names of these two swords are Fiery Light, the red one represents fire, the orange one represents light. Although they are two flying swords, but they are considered as one flying sword."

Chen Xia nodded his head, and inserted the two flying swords onto the little star before him. He lowered his head slightly to examine them for a moment, then asked,

"Do you think the Supreme Realm will come to retrieve their swords?"

"They will come to redeem the swords." Xu Zhen replied. Then smiled lightly again, "The Supreme Realm has saving face as their priority. After losing in a battle, they would be too embarrassed to forcibly take the swords back. They will use other things to redeem the swords."

Xu Zhen came from the Supreme Realm and was a proud prodigy from there, so naturally she knew about these matters.

Chen Xia kept his gaze fixed on the two Fiery Light flying swords, pondered for a moment, and suddenly asked,

"Little Xu, do you know how many flying swords I have in me?"

Xu Zhen was quite curious. She asked in slight astonishment, "Thousands?"

Chen Xia stretched out his hand and raised three fingers.

"Three thousand?" Xu Zhen was a bit dumbstruck. After all, three thousand flying swords was indeed a staggering number.

"Three million." Chen Xia corrected her.

"Ah?" Xu Zhen was at a loss for words. Her eyes were full of doubts. At first, she thought Chen Xia was joking. Because her brother Chen Xia really enjoyed joking with her. But seeing his serious expression, she really couldn't laugh. So she nodded her head.

"A cultivator who possesses three million flying swords, brother Xia, you are truly unprecedented."

"I am not a sword cultivator." Chen Xia shook his head and explained. "I just happened to have so many flying swords, that's all."

Next, he looked at the two Fiery Light flying swords again, revealed a smile, and nodded his head,

"I do not mind two more now."

Upon saying this, to Xu Zhen's stunned gaze, Chen Xia picked up the fiery red flying sword and swallowed it into his stomach with dense sword light.

The fiery red flying sword resisted fiercely but to no avail. Since Chen Xia had even swallowed three million flying swords before, one more sword was nothing to him.

The scorching fiery sword aura did not provide resistance. After a while, the sword light disappeared and the fiery red sword dissipated without a trace.

"Now it is three million and one swords." Chen Xia calculated very carefully.

Xu Zhen was stunned. She blinked her eyes in confusion. She did not quite comprehend the scene before her. This scene reminded her of the performance artists when she watched street shows at the Little Town Street. They also swallowed swords, but normally spit them out after! Moreover, most people don't swallow the hilt as well!

Xu Zhen was very puzzled.

Chen Xia let out a belch of satisfaction to indicate his successful kill. He smiled and said.

"All flying swords under heaven, enter my stomach."

He then fixed his gaze on the orange fiery sword to the side, and grinned.

Soon it would become the three million and second flying sword.

Above the Great Death Realm, after more than ten realms.

Several Zhun Di had descended in their true forms, spaced apart by several galaxies. They observed one another and occasionally exchanged words through their spirits.

"Have you all come here for the opportunity in the Great Death Realm? The Fiery True Body portal, whose body resembled a flame, hundreds of thousands of feet tall, as dazzling as a ferocious sun in this galaxy."

"You are asking the obvious." An old man who sat like an ancient withered tree in the galaxy near him sneered in disdain. His body was full of wrinkles from top to bottom, like the veins of an old tree.

"Heh, I was just casually asking. Why do you have to be so prickly." The flaming sun-like Zhun Di fought back.

In the distance, several Zhun Di sat in silence. Seeing the two verbally spar, they couldn't help but speak up.

"This time, the Great Emperor Ruins opened in the Great Death Realm will be a final encore performance. The Ashes Emperor Ruins will certainly produce a Great Emperor Opportunity. Whoever seizes it first will become the next Great Emperor."

The few Zhun Di present knew this very well. That was also why so many Zhun Di from different realms gathered.

"Everyone here wants the Great Emperor Opportunity, but I'm afraid there aren't enough to go around."

"Why would you say that. Don't tell me you really think everyone can become a Great Emperor, where are there so many Great Emperor Opportunities to pass around. Naturally, only the truly strong can become Great Emperors."

"Are you one of the truly strong?"

"I think I am."

"You're full of yourself."

"Stop with the verbal abuse."

The Zhun Di engaged in some brief dialogue, then turned silent again as they stared face to face. After some time, a Zhun Di suddenly asked again.

"Besides the Zhun Di, is it really only the Zhun Di who came for the opportunity this time?"

"Who else?"

"What I mean is, is it possible that Great Emperors may come as well?"

The Zhun Di had sullen expressions as they contemplated the matter. They had also considered this question before but all refused to speak of it.

Because even if they talked about it, then what? Were they, as Zhun Di, going to discuss plans on killing a Great Emperor?

Tired of living?

While they were still lost in thought, there was suddenly another sound coming from the sky.

The Zhun Di sitting in silence raised their heads with soft murmurs, "There is another dao friend coming, it really is lively."

"Which Zhun Di expert is it?"

"Let me see... the aura looks to be more than one person. We shall wait and see!"

A few peered up at the sky, trying to look directly through the sky with their eyes.

A while later.

They did indeed see it.

It was a huge yellow dog lying horizontally between heaven and earth.

A dog emperor?

My goodness.

The small bifurcated star abruptly grew in area for no reason. That's a nice thing too.

And indeed as Xu Zhen said, the elder of Supreme Realm came to redeem the flying swords. His attitude was decent as he held his clasped fists towards Chen Xia and said with a smile,

"The last time, our Supreme Realm's prodigies were not as good as you, we discussed after and still want to redeem the flying swords. After all, they are the battle magic weapons of our Supreme Realm's prodigies."

Chen Xia nodded his head, "That's good, that's good. How much money are you giving?"

"Two million spirit stones." The Supreme Realm elder said in a deep voice.

"Deal." Chen Xia agreed readily and directly handed over the two flying swords stuck on the back to the Supreme Realm elder.

The Supreme Realm elder received the swords but felt something was a bit strange. It seemed too effortless. He felt that Chen Xia should have raised the price. So he couldn't help asking,

"Are these really the two flying swords?"

Chen Xia nodded his head and chuckled,

"What you paid real money for is the real thing."