Chapter 464: Two Birds, One Stone

“If fast, one or two years; if slow, possibly two or three decades,” Xia Daoming said after a moment’s thought.

“Two or three decades?!” A murmur stirred among the people in the hall.

“Forgive us, Your Grace—they are worried…” Lan Xi’s face flushed with shame.

“No need to apologize. I understand—it concerns the entire clan’s fate!” Xia Daoming waved a hand to cut her off.

Xia Daoming truly understood their feelings.

The Jiao King’s silk was the painstaking work of generations of Soul Transformation elders.

Yet after muttering for a long while, he could not precisely describe what Su Shaoyuan looked like.

“No, I have things to do,” Long Fei bluntly refused Hong Dou, standing up to leave.

Mu Rong Yan’s gaze swept across and immediately spotted a potted plant by the window—inside it grew the Hundred Flavors Night Fragrance.

With that thought, he sheathed the Xuanhuang Sword, formed new hand seals, and the ground beneath the yellow-robed demon priest twisted into a vortex, sucking his feet down.

To beings like them, controlling a powerless crown prince—someone even at risk of being deposed—was effortless, a mere formality.

He could not imagine which direction his Wolf King would evolve toward; he only prayed to return swiftly to the border city and join the other ministers in devising a plan.

Mo Fei’s body was blasted backward by the powerful punch, slamming hard into a tree. She slid down like a rag doll, spitting a mouthful of blood. Yet when she lifted her head, her eyes still held disdain and mockery.

“Boom!” A tremendous wind howled as a massive three-bow crossbow bolt shot toward them, making Kong Xian duck his head behind his horse.

From his uncle Yang Zhong, Xiao Fan learned that Imperial Consort Xiao was in fact a former inner disciple of the Xuan Sect’s ex-Sect Master—her status exalted beyond measure, her cultivation profound and unfathomable, hence her deep favor with Emperor Jing.

That’s why Thanos is so durable; because that enhanced ability also strengthened the Ether’s power, which is why he could master and wield it.

Hearing this, Xiao Fan’s lips curled into a cold sneer, as if hearing the most absurd joke.

The Susano golem now stood in its complete form—clutching the Dragon-Tongue Bow, clad in the Wu Tian Gou Armor, like an ancient war god standing silently beside Xiao Yuanhan.

Clearly, Xiao Fan’s sword strike had been terrifyingly lethal—otherwise, Wu Que would not have suffered such grievous injuries.

Before he could observe further, Mr. Berkeley slapped him hard on the back as he walked in.

Then… they realized the black mist was clinging tightly behind them, like a soul-snatching ghost.

Ye Xin believed the mysterious master of the Heavenly Gate—likely his father—had devised a monumental scheme to counter the terrifying Hell-Cold Demon Sovereign.

Fortunately, several shops had backgrounds so extraordinary they were unafraid of Li Si, the Death Bringer, and kept their doors open, even calling out to customers.

Huo Xuan’s strength far surpassed the bandits Chu Feng had previously encountered with Zi Qing—even the bandit who had reached Golden Core was no match for Huo Xuan.

These were two highly confident individuals who deeply trusted each other; both believed that professional matters were best left to experts, and that in unknown realms, the most effective action was often to avoid reckless interference.

Perhaps because he had drunk alcohol and fired a gun, Qin Mu felt an uncontrollable desire rising in his chest.

Meng Que nodded—he was no stranger to the Qian Trio; in fact, he knew them well, for nearly all of them had died by his hand.

The leader’s face darkened slightly, then roared, “Attack!” before charging toward Bai Qi.

Jiang Fan’s one admirable trait was this: the moment things turned unfavorable, he never fought head-on—he always favored flanking maneuvers and strategy.