Chapter 1740

Su Xiao: "???"

Zhang Taixuan: "【Video】 See that? I've already sent out an avatar to chase after it."

Xiao Mai: "Oh, Brother Taixuan is using Hongjun as bait to fish for a Primordial World."

Su Xiao: "Using a Heavenly Dao realm being as bait — Brother Taixuan really knows how to scheme. But this lost cur Hongjun, does he still have the fortune to find another Primordial World?"

Zhang Taixuan: "What does it matter whether he finds one or not? I haven't lost anything anyway — just sent out one avatar. But as long as there's a gain, that's pure profit."

Ye Hei: "Dao Lord's idea is clever. It's just that the Green Lotus earlier was clearly also a Chaos Spiritual Treasure, and it was smashed to pieces directly — that's too much of a loss, isn't it?"

Su Xiao: "Right, if Brother Taixuan doesn't want it, he could just give it to someone."

Zhang Taixuan: "Dream on."

Su Xiao: "??? No way — you'd destroy it rather than give it away?"

Zhang Taixuan: "No, it's just been destroyed. It can be restored — how big a problem is that?"

The Investiture of the Gods World.

At a thought from Zhang Taixuan, specks of green light gathered, finally converging into a shattered thirty-six-tiered Green Lotus, like a porcelain piece smashed and then pieced back together, the cracks plainly visible.

"Hit it a bit too hard. To restore it will take a little more time."

Zhang Taixuan sighed inwardly.

He had gone a bit overboard earlier, all for the sake of testing the might of the Pangu Axe.

Still, the mistake was already made, and Zhang Taixuan had no further thoughts on it. The Illusory Dragon Mirror's mystic light swept around, suppressing the Green Lotus as well, to be repaired later.

The Heavenly Court.

Haotian was dumbfounded.

That invincible Ancestor Hongjun had actually fled in such a sorry state!

"What do we do?"

Haotian looked toward Yaochi, somewhat at a loss.

Yaochi's feelings were equally complicated, her heart unsettled.

"Let's leave too!"

They were Hongjun's boys — the most direct of his direct line.

Now that Hongjun had been defeated and fled, if they stayed, how could they possibly come out of it well?

Just then, several overwhelmingly powerful auras descended, surrounding the Yaochi Sacred Realm on all sides.

"Duobao — aren't you all celebrating in the Divine Palace? What have you come to Yaochi for?" Haotian frowned. "Could it be that you're dissatisfied with your official posts?"

Duobao sneered: "Uncle-Master Haotian, why feign ignorance when you understand perfectly? Hongjun has been defeated and fled, and the Heavenly Court should naturally change hands. You'd better stay and await the Saints' judgment."

Jin Ling Holy Mother's voice was icy: "Of course, you may also try and see whether you can escape from our hands!"

Gui Ling Holy Mother laughed lightly: "Uncle-Master Haotian, why not let us witness the divine abilities you've learned at Ancestor Hongjun's hands?"

Haotian's expression changed.

These were the elite of the Jiao Sect — their innate roots extraordinary, long tempered by trials — and they were by no means opponents that he, a quasi-saint with little experience in actual combat, could handle.

Yaochi, naturally, was the same.

The two exchanged a glance, not daring to act rashly, quietly awaiting the arrival of judgment.