Chapter 3537
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"Kid, well done."
Swan Abyssal Sage looked askance at Yan Zifeng who had blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. He held the birdcage in one hand and the twin dice in the palm of his other hand, slowly turning it. A dark light flowed in the bottom of his half-opened eyes.
Who could have thought that Yan Zifeng had not refined the Essence Eroding Demonic Pill to help the One Thought Venerable defeat Kuang Ge in the Mortal Parting Tower and seize the position of Master. Many years ago, he had been bribed by the Tower Master of the Sleepless Tower, Swan Abyss, to secretly disrupt the entire Mortal Parting Tower's strategic plans.
After using the pill, the Venerable One Thought had indeed suppressed Wild Song. Not only had he destroyed several of Wild Song's Warrior Puppets, but he had also caused great damage to Wild Song's Holy Light Element. However, the price of all this was the Venerable One Thought's own future. From then on, his meridians would dry up and he would no longer be able to use the power of the Immortal Realm!
"I have failed the High Lord's instructions. That Devil Core is not in a perfect state. Otherwise, Kuang Ge and Yi Nian, these two bitches, would have been completely dead by now."
Yan Zifeng lowered his head, his tone extremely humble.
"It doesn't matter. The rules of the Devouring Battle are biased towards the initiator. Since Kuang Ge is heavily injured, this old man will be in charge. It can also be considered as personally settling the grudge of the previous generation!"
Swan Ming released a long sigh, not having the slightest bit of the lofty and unyielding character of a superior.
Even if his cultivation had stepped into the Mysterious Immortal Realm, even if it was a one on one fight, for the sake of fairness, he still had a fifty to sixty percent chance of suppressing Wild Song who was at his peak. However, in the face of absolute advantage, Swan Ming still wouldn't let go of any chance to weaken his opponent.
His vicious nature was no different from Yan Zifeng's.
As he savored the taste of victory in his heart, Swan Ming had even begun to fantasize about devouring all of Dust Paragon Tower's resources, developing his own Sleepless Tower into an even more glorious scene.
If he managed to achieve such a feat during his tenure, not only would he be immediately invited to the Second Dream Sky to cultivate, but he would also be offered an olive branch by one of the higher ranking peaks in the Second Dream Sky!
Even though Sleepless Tower had a close relationship with Second Dream Sky and Poor Peak, that kind of second-rate main peak could not contain Swan Ming's ambitions!
He wanted to go!
He wanted to go to the top ten peaks of the Second Dream Sky!
Pleased with himself for a moment, Hu Ming then turned his attention back to Yan Zifeng who was obediently prostrating on the ground, not even breathing heavily.
"Now, you can be considered a member of my Sleepless Tower. You won't be affected by Dust Parting Tower's downgrade."
With a flick of his finger, Yan Zifeng's identity token shattered, and a new identity token appeared on his waist.
"As for the benefits I promised you, I have all of them … My identity as my direct disciple, Second Dream, Poor Peak's privately produced pills, True Immortal Rank Fengyi Sword, three Bad Luck Talismans … Other than these, what else do you want?"
Because Yan Zifeng had helped him achieve his wish, Hu Ming who was in a great mood was rarely generous.
"Master, please accept this disciple's bow! As long as I can follow Master, I have nothing else to ask for! "
Gritting his teeth, Yan Zifeng raised his head, his face filled with sincere gratitude.
A puny little Celestial Immortal was still not worthy of seeking the master position of Sleepless Tower. His actions this time were all for the sake of hugging onto Hu Ming's thigh, obtaining resources that he could not obtain in Dust Paragon Tower. Whether it was the title of Swan Ming's direct disciple or the secret relationship with Poor Peak, it was extremely beneficial for him to reach higher heights, at least shortening a hundred years of hard cultivation.
But looking at the brilliant smile on Yan Zifeng's small face.
Sage Swan Ming sneered …
He understood very well what Yan Zifeng was thinking.
Sizing up the man in front of him with a sidelong glance, Sage Swan Ming's eyes were complex, there was admiration, there was disgust … and also the sympathy of the same kind.
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