As the Galactic Dusk Sect Lord spoke, the expression of the black-robed middle-aged man from the Big Tree grew increasingly solemn. His gaze on the Galactic Dusk Sect Lord grew sharper.
As for the Galactic Dusk Sect Lord, the red-robed youth narrowed his eyes. His smile widened, and he looked confident that victory was within his grasp.
"Based on my understanding of Duan Muque, he always likes to prepare for both eventualities. That unknown technique that can keep you in check is one of them. As for the second one, I have also thought of it …
"That is … the Night Immortal King!" The Galactic Dusk Sect Lord laughed heartily. He raised his right hand, and a ball of mist appeared in his palm!
The mist was shrouded in seven colors. The moment it appeared, it transformed into seven dragon heads of different colors. They were lifelike, and they spread out in all directions, roaring continuously.
As it spread out, an earth-shattering, earth-shattering aura that seemed capable of suppressing everything erupted. It was far more powerful than Wang Baole's seventh-grade Dharmic Armament. In fact, to a certain extent, it couldn't even be compared. It was like comparing the bright moon to a firefly!
"Ninth-grade Dharmic Armament!" The black-robed middle-aged man from the Big Tree narrowed his eyes. For the first time, he felt anxious. The Galactic Dusk Sect Lord's every word was more powerful than a divine ability. Step by step, he saw through the black-robed middle-aged man's inner thoughts!
"Fellow Daoist Osmanthus, I don't know if what you are afraid of is the destruction of your mother's body or the awakening of the Night Immortal King. Or perhaps, there is a connection between the two. Once the Night Immortal King awakens, your mother's body will be destroyed … I believe this is the reason why Duan Muque allowed you to enter and is confident that he can control the entire situation!
"I can do both of these things as well! Therefore, Fellow Daoist Osmanthus, my request has changed. I'll take away twenty percent of the fruit's vitality on behalf of the Five Generation Sky Clan. As for myself, I'll take fifty percent. Either you give it to me, or … I'll destroy my Dharmic Armament. While destroying your mother's body, I'll use its strength to awaken the ancient corpse and turn this place into a calamity. When that happens, no one will be able to take the fruit away! "
The Big Tree, who had transformed into a black-robed middle-aged man, had a gloomy expression on his face. He was rapidly weighing the pros and cons in his heart. The truth was as the other party had said. Although he was cooperating with Duan Muque, and the other party had the means to keep him in check, he was very ambitious and naturally didn't want to be restrained. He wanted to beat Duan Muque at his own game and achieve Yuanying.
That was why he hadn't followed his original plan of activating the array formation and allowing the people outside to enter. However, the Galactic Dusk Sect Leader's words had revealed a crucial point: Duan Muque's backup plan.
That plan was indeed what the black-robed middle-aged man feared the most. Once the Night Immortal King awakened, he would instinctively absorb the nutrients from the Big Tree's mother's body. That would destroy everything!
As the black-robed middle-aged man pondered, Wang Baole's heart was also shaken. He was shocked by the ninth-grade Dharmic Armament, the various parties' plans, and the fruit. His breathing froze, and his eyes flashed alternately with a complicated and stern look. He seemed to be struggling and weighing the pros and cons. However, he came to a decision in an instant. Instead of retreating, he sped towards the people in the cave ahead.
As he rushed over, he immediately took out most of his Mystic Trace Beads. Then, he took out seven or eight puppets and had them carry the beads as they sped ahead of him!
"Fortune comes from danger. I'm handsome and have a good character. I'll take the risk!"
As Wang Baole sped towards the cave, the black-robed middle-aged man transformed from the Big Tree was silent for a few moments. He sighed inwardly and made his choice.
"Taking seventy percent together isn't as good as the deal I made with Duan Muque … After all, if we were to split it among the three parties, you, the Five Generation Sky Clan, and me, there wouldn't be much left for each of us."
"At most, I'll agree to a fifty-fifty split between both parties …" the black-robed middle-aged man said decisively. As he spoke, he seemed to sense something. He swept a glance at the cave entrance but didn't pay it any mind.
At the same time, the others in the cave also sensed something. However, as Core Formation realm cultivators, no one would pay attention to the appearance of a Foundation Establishment realm cultivator. In fact, one of the elders from the Five Generation Sky Clan, whose emotions were already fluctuating, raised his right hand without a second thought. He slammed his palm in the direction of the entrance!
Immediately, a gigantic palm imprint materialized. It rumbled towards the entrance, as if it was going to kill all life that intruded.
However, just as the gigantic palm imprint appeared and was about to land on the entrance, the three elders from the Galactic Dusk Sect who had summoned the Sect Lord suddenly sensed something. Their expressions changed, and they wanted to say something, but it was too late …
Seven to eight figures charged out from the entrance in an instant. They collided head-on with the incoming gigantic palm imprint. Everything happened too quickly. Amidst a loud boom, the seven to eight figures were instantly pulverized. At the same time, the hundreds of Mystic Trace Beads that they were carrying … exploded at the same time!
Boom, boom, boom! The sound reverberated in all directions within the small cave. As the sound echoed, a large amount of fog erupted violently and spread rapidly, covering the entire cave!
The three elders from the Five Generation Sky Clan were the first to be engulfed in the fog. As for the three from the Galactic Dusk Sect, although they retreated hastily, it was too late. They were enveloped by the fog in an instant.
Even the Sect Lord of the Galactic Dusk Sect, the perfected Core Formation realm youth in red, was taken aback. He unleashed all his speed in an attempt to evade the fog. He even raised the ninth-grade Dharmic Armament in his hand in an attempt to slash at the fog. However, although the Dharmic Armament was powerful, the fog was extremely soft and could teleport anything!
The explosion of hundreds of Mystic Trace Beads was not to be trifled with!
The Mystic Trace Fog contained within was extremely dense. In this deep underground cave, unless one's cultivation had reached the level of Yuanying and could teleport away, one would ultimately be trapped like a turtle in a jar!
In the blink of an eye, the entire cave was engulfed by the rolling, wave-like fog … Even the Sect Lord of the Galactic Dusk Sect and the black-robed middle-aged man transformed from the Big Tree were enveloped by the fog.
The fog that had been modified and absorbed by Wang Baole had no root. Hence, it erupted quickly and dissipated quickly as well … When it dissipated, the Core Formation realm cultivators of the Five Generation Sky Clan, the elders of the Galactic Dusk Sect, and even the Sect Lord of the Galactic Dusk Sect had all vanished without a trace …
They had all been teleported away by the force of nature …
In the entire cave, there was only the fruit on the tree trunk and the black-robed middle-aged man standing beside it, equally stunned by the scene.
Everything had happened too suddenly. A moment ago, everyone had been at daggers drawn, fighting for the greatest benefits for themselves. The slightest disagreement would have led to a fight. However, in the next instant, the black-robed middle-aged man saw that all those who had been fighting with him for the fruit were gone.
"Mystic Trace Fog?" The black-robed middle-aged man was astonished. When he lifted his head, he saw Wang Baole walking in from the entrance of the cave with a calm expression on his face.
Wang Baole narrowed his eyes at the fact that the Big Tree hadn't been teleported away. He wasn't too surprised. After all, the fog only teleported outsiders. To a certain extent, the Big Tree could be considered a native of the Moon.
"Wang Baole …" The black-robed middle-aged man looked at Wang Baole and narrowed his eyes. Gradually, he laughed out loud. His laughter was filled with ecstasy and unprecedented agitation. The excitement in his heart was indescribable. He raised his right hand, intending to destroy Wang Baole with a single blow.
In his opinion, whether Wang Baole lived or died wasn't important. However, to express his gratitude, he wanted to send Wang Baole on his way to the netherworld.
However, the moment he raised his hand, Wang Baole's expression didn't change at all. He spoke calmly.
"Wake up!"
As Wang Baole said those two words, he shook his green lotus. Immediately, a roar came from the depths of the earth. This roar was even louder than the snoring from before. It shook the heavens and the earth, shaking the entire Mystic Luna Realm. Even those in the outside world could hear it clearly. Countless people were shaken to the core at that moment. They were overwhelmed with shock!
At that moment, the Galactic Dusk Sect Sect Leader, who had been teleported to a basin on the moon's surface, let out a furious roar the moment he appeared.
"Damn it, what's going on?!" The young man was enraged. He knew very well that even if he rushed over now, it would be too late. All sorts of calculations, all sorts of preparations, all sorts of pressure from the Federation, all sorts of rebellious acts, and finally, after analyzing everything, he persuaded the Big Tree to agree to share the loot …
Just as he was about to obtain the fruit, all of this was gone with the appearance of the fog …
The Galactic Dusk Sect Leader thought about all the sacrifices he had made and the price he would have to pay in the future. He was driven mad. He wanted to self-destruct his Dharmic Armament and awaken the Night Immortal King. Since he couldn't obtain the fruit, no one else could.
However … he held the Dharmic Armament, but he couldn't self-destruct it. It wasn't because he didn't have the ability, but because … he was afraid!
If he could obtain the fruit, awakening the Night Immortal King would be worth it. As long as he reached the Yuanying, he could resolve everything and change the situation in the Federation!
But now … he was destined not to obtain the fruit. If he didn't act, he could still leave. Although the Galactic Dusk Sect would be punished, it would only be a cut of their flesh. However, if he acted and awakened the Night Immortal King, he wouldn't be able to obtain the fruit. At the same time, the Galactic Dusk Sect would be the target of all future attacks. This was because it wasn't a problem that could be solved by cutting off his flesh. He would have to pay the price, at the very least, the loss of his entire sect and the even more severe punishment from the entire Federation!
At that moment, he was aggrieved, fearful, and furious. His eyes were bloodshot as he gritted his teeth and left quickly. At the same time, he was roaring in his heart.
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