Hahahahaha! Boy! Do you see the gap between you and Young Master Huangfu now? Do you even have a quasi-saint weapon? I bet you've never seen such an incredible treasure in your entire life!
Finding an opening, the lapdogs raised by Huangfu Yunteng immediately began a new round of frantic barking to cater to their master.
Only Zi Tianyang and the elders of the Zi family stood there with awkward expressions, not saying a word.
Truth be told, the guy really did have a saint weapon. Even excluding the quasi-saint weapon, the Xuanhuang Bell, which he had snatched from their Zi family, he possessed a genuine saint weapon.
I was wondering why you were so tough. Turns out you're relying on items.
The disdain in Mo Tianxiao's eyes was unconcealed, and his tone was full of contempt.
He had been wondering why, after raising his power to the same level as his opponent, he hadn't gained the upper hand at all. It turned out the guy was fighting him while hiding inside a turtle shell.
Hmph, use yours if you have the ability. I recall the Zi family's quasi-saint weapon, the Xuanhuang Bell, is in your possession, isn't it? I'm not stopping you from using it.
Huangfu Yunteng spread his hands, his face full of mockery.
The Zi family's quasi-saint weapon, the Xuanhuang Bell, was an active-type saint weapon that required activation, whereas his golden robe didn't. It would automatically trigger its defense the moment it encountered an attack.
For cultivators at their level, the energy consumption of a saint weapon was terrifying. Just activating it a couple of times would likely drain all of one's spiritual energy. If the other party dared to use the Xuanhuang Bell to fight him, he would only fall faster.
Heh.
Mo Tianxiao looked at Huangfu Yunteng with a faint smile on his face. You're in quite a hurry to have someone toll your death knell.
Saint weapons? He naturally had them too, and more than just one.
But those things were meant for life-and-death struggles, because a single attack would drain him completely dry.
Dealing with Huangfu Yunteng didn't warrant risking his life.
But you did remind me. Since this golden robe of yours is so useful, why don't you give it to me?
Not requiring any spiritual energy consumption while being able to block attacks below the Saint Realm—for him right now, it was simply a godly defensive artifact!
Right now, he was being targeted by those flies from the Blood God Palace. If he could get his hands on Huangfu Yunteng's golden robe, his safety would greatly increase!
Give it to you?
Hahahahahaha!
Huangfu Yunteng threw his head back and laughed heartily. Then, he fiercely pointed his finger at Mo Tianxiao and roared harshly, Come and snatch it if you have the guts! If you can take it from my hands, I'll acknowledge your skill!
A country bumpkin actually had his eyes on his quasi-saint weapon. How laughable!
The next second, a chill swept over him. Huangfu Yunteng's expression drastically changed. Why did he suddenly feel so cold?
Looking down, he saw a stretch of bare white skin. Only a pair of bright red underpants remained, flapping in the wind.
Where is my golden robe!!?
On the other side, Mo Tianxiao shook out the golden robe and nodded in satisfaction. Looking at Huangfu Yunteng opposite him, he shouted out, Young Master Huangfu is so generous. Thanks a lot!
Naturally storing the golden robe into his spatial ring, Mo Tianxiao threw the remaining pair of white silk trousers in his hand over to Huangfu Yunteng.
I'll return these pants to you. I only need the golden robe.
What did you do!! Give me back my golden robe!!
Huangfu Yunteng was thoroughly enraged. He swatted away the thrown pants, not even bothering to get dressed. Clad only in his red underpants, he roared loudly, his eyes terrifyingly bloodshot.
He had only been talking big. Who could have known the other party could actually snatch his golden robe? That was a quasi-saint weapon!
Holy shit! Can someone tell me what just happened??
How did the golden robe on Huangfu Yunteng end up in Li Yu's hands in the blink of an eye?
What kind of method is this??
I heard that in the Western Region, there is a Saint Realm expert known as the Heaven-Stealing Saint who can steal other people's treasures without anyone noticing. Could this Li Yu be the personal disciple of the Heaven-Stealing Saint?!
The Heaven-Stealing Saint?! That's an incredible figure! Rumor has it that he even stole treasures from the Great Thunderclap Temple, a top-tier faction in the Western Region! The key point is that he's a rogue cultivator, so even if they wanted to catch him, they couldn't find him.
The cultivators gathered around the Huangfu family estate looked at the naked Huangfu Yunteng, their eyes filled with shock and horror.
No one could have imagined that a rogue cultivator would actually arrange a fight with Huangfu Yunteng right at the gates of the Huangfu family, and even snatch a quasi-saint weapon right off his body in front of everyone!
Looking at Huangfu Yunteng's twisted face, Mo Tianxiao felt incredibly refreshed. If Huangfu Yunteng hadn't pointed it out himself, he truly wouldn't have realized that the golden robe on the other party was a quasi-saint weapon.
Picking up a quasi-saint weapon for free, there was naturally no way he would return it.
Has Eldest Young Master Huangfu already forgotten what he just said? I only snatched it after getting your permission. A dignified member of the Huangfu family wouldn't go back on his word, would he?
His tone was full of contempt, and his eyes were filled with disdain.
Mo Tianxiao's words deeply pierced Huangfu Yunteng's heart.
You...!
Huangfu Yunteng glared fixedly at Mo Tianxiao, his eyes splitting with rage and bulging with blood. His hands were clenched so tightly they turned pale with bulging veins, and he was gritting his teeth so hard they were close to shattering.
Cut the crap! Today, you'll return it whether you want to or not!
Roar—!!
An incomparably overbearing aura explosively erupted from Huangfu Yunteng's body, accompanied by a furious dragon's roar that pierced metal and split the clouds.
A vast dragon might swept outward, like raging waves that left everyone present trembling in shock.
True Dragon Physique!?
Is Huangfu Yunteng getting serious??
Golden dragon patterns covered his body, and sharp, lifelike dragon claws appeared. A ferocious dragon head roared at the sky, and a true dragon tattoo coiled around him. He looked majestic, domineering, and utterly terrifying!
Everyone felt it become somewhat difficult to breathe.
So this is the coercion of the True Dragon Physique! How terrifying!
I've never seen a true dragon in my life. Will I get to witness the power of a true dragon today?
The surrounding cultivators widened their eyes, staring fixedly at Huangfu Yunteng.
This was the True Dragon Physique. Coupled with the Great Emperor inheritance of the Huangfu family, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Huangfu Yunteng was a juvenile true dragon.
Azure Heaven Dragon Transformation Art!
Operating his cultivation method at full power, a layer of fine dragon scales crept up Huangfu Yunteng's ferocious face, and his body was covered in a layer of exceptionally hard scales.
His pupils turned into vertical slits, and the majority of his body transformed into that of a dragon. Looking like a draconic humanoid, his entire being exuded an incomparably tyrannical aura that struck fear into the hearts of men!
Li Yu! Once I tear you to pieces, I can still take the golden robe back. And that Xuanhuang Bell will be mine too!
His arrogant tone carried ultimate killing intent.
With a swoosh, Huangfu Yunteng shot toward Mo Tianxiao like an arrow loosed from a bowstring. Carrying furious wrath, he left behind a violent explosion where he had just stood.
He had originally planned to spare the other party's life and make him wish he were dead. But now, he was truly enraged. A rogue cultivator! A mere rogue cultivator! What right did he have to possess so many methods!
What right did he have to snatch his treasure!
Die, die, die!!
Anyone who dared to disobey him could go straight to hell!
Watching Huangfu Yunteng, who seemed to have lost his mind from anger, Mo Tianxiao slowly shook his head and softly muttered, He really is someone who grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth. This mental fortitude is just lacking.
He hadn't even used that move yet, and the other party's defenses had already broken down to this extent.
To be honest, it felt like his mental fortitude was inferior to Xiao Fan's.
With a sigh, two sharp glints shot out from Mo Tianxiao's eyes. It's about time to end this farce.
Immortal Dao Secret Art: Divine Sleight of Hand, activate!
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. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
