Hidden in the crowd, Xiao Chen quietly watched the battle between the three quasi-Saint Great Venerables and the over twenty Saints.
In Xiao Chen's eyes, only the three quasi-Saint Great Venerables were worthy of his attention. As for the others, including the Saints, they were no threat to him at all, let alone the Half-Saints and Dao Emperor Realm cultivators below them.
All the major forces were fighting, but there were only three forces that had the strength to compete for the 10,000 Year Spirit Milk Pool, which were the sects of the three quasi-Saint Great Venerables.
Only these three sects had the strength to compete for the 10,000 Year Spirit Milk Pool. As for the other forces, they could only be said to be bystanders.
He secretly observed the situation in the field and was not in a hurry to make a move. He wanted to let them fight for a while. It would be best if both sides were injured. When that happened, Xiao Chen would appear again and reap the benefits.
Moreover, Xiao Chen was not afraid that the 10,000 Year Spirit Milk Pool would be seized by others after he obtained it, because the pool itself had its own set of defensive mechanisms.
Once someone jumped into the pool, the pool itself would immediately form a defensive barrier. This defensive barrier was constructed from the purest Heaven and Earth Spirit Qi. Even if The Great Sage came, it would be difficult to break it.
Therefore, to a certain extent, it was impossible for the 10,000 Year Spirit Milk Pool to be shared with others, because as long as one person jumped into it, the following people would not be able to enter the pool.
Perhaps it was because of this reason that everyone present was fighting so fiercely. After all, everyone wanted to obtain the 10,000 Year Spirit Milk Pool.
The unique attribute allowed Xiao Chen to have the possibility of monopolizing the pool. Moreover, he did not have to worry about being disturbed. Xiao Chen could cultivate in peace until the spiritual liquid in the pool was completely absorbed.
No one knew what Xiao Chen was thinking, because in the face of the three quasi-Saint Great Venerables, none of the wandering cultivators present would dare to snatch the pool from the tiger's mouth.
Although the three quasi-Saint Great Venerates were fighting fiercely, this was under the condition that no one else was interfering. Once someone else intervened, the three quasi-Saint Great Venerates would most likely unite against the external enemy.
Time passed by slowly. Mount Yuehua had completely turned into a battlefield. Martial artists of different cultivation levels were fighting everywhere. Terrifying aftershocks were rampant.
After fighting fiercely for more than four hours, the three Quasi-saint Great Venerables were all injured, and the outcome of the battle had yet to be decided. If the battle continued, it was likely that both sides would suffer in the end.
The three Quasi-saint Great Venerables also stopped what they were doing and continued to stand proudly on the mountain peak. However, compared to the beginning, the three of them were in a sorry state.
"It'll be hard to determine a victor even if we continue fighting. How about this? The person who wants to monopolize the Ten Thousand Year Spirit Milk Pool will have to take out two treasures and give them to the other two. This way, it'll be fair," said one of the quasi-Saints.
Seeing the three quasi-Saint Great Venerables stop fighting, it seemed that the three of them were also rational people. They didn't lose their heads because of the Ten Thousand Year Spirit Milk Pool in front of them.
After all, although the Ten Thousand Year Spirit Milk Pool was attractive, one had to be alive to enjoy it. If they continued fighting, the best result would be that both sides would suffer in the end. At that time, not only would they not be able to obtain the Ten Thousand Year Spirit Milk Pool, they might even be taken advantage of by others.
Therefore, the three of them also stopped fighting at the same time, intending to use other methods to determine the ownership of the Ten Thousand Year Spirit Milk Pool.
Looking at the three people on the mountain peak, Xiao Chen sighed softly. It seemed that he still had to make a move. However, it didn't matter. After the fierce battle earlier, although the three quasi-Saint Great Venerables weren't seriously injured, they must have consumed a lot of their strength. Compared to their peak state, their battle strength must have decreased.
Moreover, Xiao Chen still had four tokens on him, which were enough to kill the three quasi-Saint Great Venerables. As for the other Saints, to be honest, Xiao Chen didn't care too much about them. With the numerous talismans on him, just the talismans alone were enough to make these Saints suffer.
That was one of the benefits of being a Son of the Saint Ranking. He had an extremely deep foundation and a variety of means at his disposal. As such, even in the face of such a situation, Xiao Chen still had the confidence to fight even if he was alone.
Thinking of this, Xiao Chen slowly got up. Seeing this, the fatty beside him was taken aback. "Brother, what are you trying to do?"
This fatty was indeed a friendly person. It hadn't been long, but he was already calling Xiao Chen 'brother'. Hearing this, Xiao Chen smiled faintly.
"Of course I'm going to make a move. The Ten Thousand Year Spirit Milk Pool is right in front of us. It won't be a pity to let it go."
Xiao Chen said indifferently. But when the fatty heard this, he looked shocked and said, "What did you say? You're going to …"
He originally wanted to say that Xiao Chen was overestimating himself, but before he could finish, Xiao Chen had already taken off the bamboo hat on his head. When he saw Xiao Chen's face, the fatty was stunned.
The fatty was a busybody, so after the incident in Ethereal City spread, he specially spent some effort to buy a portrait of Xiao Chen.
As a Saint on the Saint Ranking, as long as one was willing, one could buy a portrait of Xiao Chen even in the Sky Race territory. Of course, it wasn't only Xiao Chen. As long as one could afford it, one could buy a portrait of any Saint on the Saint Ranking.
"Y-you're … you're Xiao Chen …." Never could he have imagined that the person sitting next to him would be the same person who had killed Mo Juedai and massacred the entire Mo Clan, the Holy Son of the human race, Xiao Chen.
"What's wrong? Are you surprised? "Facing the fatty's smile, Xiao Chen smiled and strode towards the top of the mountain.
The people of the three major sects were already badly battered. The three Quasi-saint Great Venerables were still fine, but there were already casualties among the other people in their sects. Moreover, there were quite a number of casualties.
Therefore, Xiao Chen's appearance at this time was beyond the expectations of the three major sects. Along the way, no one dared to stop Xiao Chen. He walked all the way to the Saint experts of the three major sects.
At this moment, the Saint experts of the three major sects blocked Xiao Chen's path. One of them even shouted coldly, "Scram, or die."
Just as Xiao Chen had expected, the three major sects were indeed like this. As soon as an outsider attacked, they would unite immediately.
However, since Xiao Chen had already shown up, he wouldn't back down so easily. As soon as the Saint expert finished speaking, Xiao Chen pointed his finger and a green sword light flashed. At the same time, on the top of a mountain not far away, one of the quasi-saints exclaimed in shock.
"The Human Race's Saint, Xiao Chen? Not good, retreat quickly … "
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