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Chapter 559

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In a pavilion five kilometers away from the Great Qian Ruins.

The Perfected Lords of the Duanmu clan and Ouyang clan sat inside with relaxed expressions as they sipped tea leisurely.

Although the Genying Zhenjun inside and outside the pavilion looked indignant, they did not dare to leave on their own accord.

By now, there were already more than ten Genying Zhenjun who wanted to challenge the ancient aristocratic families of Duanmu and Ouyang. However, all of them were killed without being able to fight back at all!

The number of shattered Destiny Talismans was still increasing rapidly.

Panic, bewilderment, shock and rage spread through the crowd.

Even the three Genying Zhenjun of Heaven Motion Sect, Stellar Luna Sect and Dark Ghost Sect of the Ten Upper Sects could only watch helplessly as their Destiny Talismans shattered, let alone them.

The three of them had extremely grim expressions!

Way too many paragons had died at this point in the fight for the Vermilion Fruit.

Even the paragons of the Ten Upper Sects and four gentry clans were left with only a handful.

The few remaining Destiny Talismans were dark at the moment as well – it was proof that the paragons who were fortunate enough to survive were not in a good situation either.

Finally, the Perfected Lord of the Yuwen clan could not hold it in any longer and grit his teeth. "Duanmu clan has truly produced a good successor!"

"Isn't this successor of the Duanmu clan a little too ruthless for the sake of a single Vermilion Fruit?" The Perfected Lord of Blood Mist Sect had a terrible expression.

"Fufu."

The Perfected Lord of Duanmu clan chuckled and shook his head. "This is a fight between paragons to begin with and it's extremely fair for everyone. Why should the deaths of your disciples be blamed on the Duanmu clan?"

The many Genying Zhenjun were silent.

No matter what, this was indeed a fair fight between paragons.

In their shoes, if they had the chance to kill the paragons of the Duanmu clan, their disciples would not have held back either.

The Perfected Lord of Duanmu clan remarked coldly, "Don't come and fight for the Vermilion Fruit if you don't have the capabilities! Don't blame others for your death if you dare to fight for the Vermilion Fruit! "

"You …"

Although the words of the Perfected Lord of Duanmu clan were extremely unpleasant, everyone was speechless.

All of a sudden!

As though he sensed something, the Perfected Lord of Duanmu clan frowned and slapped his storage bag, retrieving a Destiny Talisman.

The flickering light on the Life Talisman dimmed rapidly.

"Hmm?"

Duanmu clan's Perfected Lord's expression changed!

At the same time, Ouyang clan's Perfected Lord took out a Destiny Talisman as well.

The light of the Life Talisman was also rapidly fading.

Something was wrong!

The Duanmu and Ouyang families had been on good terms for generations.

Although Duanmu Kang and Ouyang Xiayu were not childhood sweethearts, they would never fight each other.

In other words, a strong enemy was threatening the two of them!

Inside and outside the pavilion, Genying Zhenjun did not say a word, but he was secretly laughing at them.

"They seem to be in trouble." The Ouyang clan's True Monarch had a grave expression.

Duanmu clan's Perfected Lord frowned.

Through the feedback from the Life Talisman, he could naturally see the problem.

However, what puzzled the Perfected Lord of Duanmu clan was that given Duanmu Kang's strength, who could threaten him in the Great Qian Ruins?

Furthermore, Duanmu Kang had Ouyang Xiayu and two powerful demon beast mounts by his side!

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the Destiny Talisman in the hands of Duanmu clan's Perfected Lord buzzed.

Although it seemed soft, it was like a bolt out of the blue in the ears of Duanmu clan's Perfected Lord!

Instinctively, he lowered his head.

A series of cracks had already appeared on the Destiny Talisman that belonged to Duanmu Kang in his palm!

This was proof that Duanmu Kang was dead!

Duanmu clan's Perfected Lord was stunned.

He was oblivious to the fact that the cracked Destiny Talisman was falling through the gaps of his fingers.

Genying Zhenjun inside and outside the pavilion had a conflicted expression. Although most of them were gloating, they were curious as well.

But at the same time, everyone was curious and wanted to know what had happened in the depths of the ruins!

Who was it that dared to kill a paragon of an ancient aristocratic family?!

After a moment of hesitation, Duanmu clan's Perfected Lord slapped the table and stood up, saying darkly, "There's definitely something strange in the ruins. I've got to check it out! There might be paragons in the North Region who can defeat Kang 'er, but I don't believe that there's anyone who can kill him! "

"Hehe!"

Among the crowd, Genying Zhenjun could not help but stifle a chuckle. "Who was the one who said earlier on that no Genying Zhenjun was allowed to interfere and enter the Great Qian Ruins to ensure the fairness of this battle?"

"That's right. Don't you have any shame for betraying your own words?"

"You guys have a death wish!"

Duanmu clan's Perfected Lord was enraged when his sore spot was exposed and his glabella shone as his spirit consciousness burst forth.

In the crowd, countless weeds grew beneath the feet of the two Genying Zhenjun who spoke and coiled around the two Genying Zhenjun!

Almost instantly, the two of them were sliced apart mercilessly by the weeds and fresh blood gushed out.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! "

The two of them let out tragic cries.

No matter how they struggled, they could not break free from the shackles of the weeds and instead, the weeds tightened around them.

The weeds had already dug into their flesh!

Poof!

Unable to withstand the burden, the two of them were sliced into meat paste by the weeds and scattered all over the ground with a nauseating stench.

"Does anyone have any objections?"

Duanmu clan's Perfected Lord surveyed his surroundings with a murderous aura and asked coldly.

"Fufu …"

Suddenly, a mocking and sarcastic chuckle rang out.

A wizened old man with a skinny face had appeared out of nowhere. His gaze was ancient as though he could see through everything as he remarked indifferently, "How impressive."

"You are …"

Duanmu clan's Perfected Lord froze for a moment.

Immediately after, the Perfected Lord of Duanmu clan's gaze landed on the old man's waist.

When he saw the sect badge, Duanmu clan's Perfected Lord shuddered and exclaimed with disbelief in his eyes, "Glass Palace!"

Those three words seemed to possess a magical power.

Instantly, silence filled the entire pavilion.

Almost all cultivators who could cultivate to the Nascent Soul realm had heard of the nine immortal sects.

There was no way Genying Zhenjun who was in the North Region would not have heard of Glass Palace if he had heard of the nine immortal sects!

That was a true super sect of the North Region and a massive entity!

"May I know which fellow Daoist from Glass Palace you are?"

Duanmu clan's Perfected Lord could vaguely sense something and asked with difficulty.

"I don't have a title. I'm merely an old servant of the young master."

The voice of the old man from Glass Palace was still calm.

"Young master, young master … could it be that he's here?"

Duanmu clan's Perfected Lord murmured with a bitter expression.

He finally understood who Duanmu Kang was killed by.

If that person from Glass Palace had descended upon the Great Qian Ruins, even ten Duanmu Kangs would not be a match for him!

30 years ago, that person was the number one Perfected Being of the North Region!

10 years ago, that person could have advanced to the Nascent Soul realm. However, he did not take that step because he wanted to enter the ancient battlefield 20 years later.

Glass Palace, Xi Wuya!

30 years ago, he was invincible at the Jin Dan realm in the North Region!

When the Perfected Lords of the Ten Upper Sects and four gentry clans heard Xi Wuya's name, all of them went silent.

Ouyang clan's Perfected Lord sighed gently. "If we knew that Xi Wuya would be here, why would we send our disciples to fight for the Vermilion Fruit? Wouldn't that be asking for trouble?"

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