In order to resist this seven-colored divine light.

The Eastern King Duke had once again consumed three-tenths of his original essence, and his face had turned as pale as paper.

The Eastern King's eyes were filled with fear.

Given his current condition.

If two more beams of seven-colored divine light were to appear...

He was probably about to run out of energy... cough cough, he was about to collapse and die on the spot.

At this moment.

The Eastern King Duke dared not speak recklessly any longer and immediately hid among the crowd below.

As for the position that originally belonged to him.

Naturally, it belongs to Cundi!

And it has continued until this moment.

It took the three thousand Purple Cloud Guests a while to realize what was happening.

Although Dong Wanggong is not particularly strong, he is still a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

The Eastern King Duke couldn't even withstand three moves from Zhunti.

Zhunti's strength is simply terrifying!

The rumors are probably true.

Since that's the case.

Are the three mysterious Great Immortals behind Zhunti truly capable of overpowering the Three Pure Ones?

If so.

Will Zhunti and his group occupy five of the six positions in Zixiao Palace?

Just as the Zixiao guests were having a lot of thoughts.

Zhunti, however, leisurely turned his gaze to Kunpeng, who was sitting in the fifth seat, and said with a smile.

"You must be the Kunpeng of the North Sea, right?"

Upon hearing this...

Kunpeng's face darkened, and he said arrogantly.

"So what if it's me?"

What are you going to do?

The Kunpeng is inherently unruly.

Even after witnessing Zhunti's formidable strength firsthand, he refused to bow down.

Faced with Kunpeng's hostility.

Zhunti, however, did not take it to heart at all, and his smile widened as he spoke.

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, please don't be angry."

"My senior and I need two seats."

"How about Fellow Daoist Kunpeng gives up his seat?"

Even though they had expected it, they were still surprised when they heard what Zhunti said.

Kunpeng was still filled with boundless rage, and he gritted his teeth and said.

"You're asking for it!"

Upon hearing this...

Zhunti's face also turned cold, and he said.

I don't know if I'll live or die.

"I'll give you ten breaths."

"If you still don't give up your seat..."

"Then we, your two senior brothers, will beat you to death on the spot."

Will they kill someone if they don't give up their seat?

Kunpeng: "......"

Zixiao Guest: "......"

No one expected Zhunti to be so domineering.

The group of Zixiao guests looked at each other in bewilderment.

Unlike the other guests of the Purple Cloud Pavilion.

Kunpeng's face turned red, clearly indicating that he was extremely angry.

However.

There was the Eastern King Duke with "pearls and jade in front of him".

Even if Kunpeng was furious, he really didn't dare to disobey.

Judging from previous performance.

The Zhunti in front of me is a shameless and unscrupulous person.

I'm afraid they're capable of anything...

......

I could feel the solemn atmosphere inside the Zixiao Palace.

Hongyun, the "good guy," looked anxious and was about to stand up to mediate the fight, but Zhen Yuanzi, who was prepared, covered her mouth, and she could only make "woo-woo" sounds.

Upon seeing this.

Kunpeng, feeling helpless, turned his gaze to Laozi and Yuanshi ahead.

Given the current situation, it seems that only Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi can help him.

However.

To Kunpeng's disappointment...

Lao Tzu seemed not to see anything, his eyelids lowered, and he was completely lost in thought.

As for the beginning.

After sensing Kunpeng's gaze.

Yuanshi frowned and coldly shouted.

"A creature clad in fur and armor dares to sit with us in the main hall of Zixiao Palace?"

"roll!"

As soon as Yuanshi spoke.

Kunpeng's last hope vanished, and his heart was filled with despair.

Just as the ten breaths were about to expire.

Kunpeng stood up abruptly.

Kunpeng didn't even dare to look at Zhunti, and like the previous Dongwanggong, he slunk away into the crowd outside the hall.

"Oh!"

Zhunti sneered, but looked at Hongyun, Nuwa and the others in front of him, and finally stopped at Yuanshi.

Yuanshi felt extremely uncomfortable under Zhunti's gaze.

But it's different from his previous arrogance.

Yuanshi seemed not to have seen anything, closing his eyes to rest...

......

They sensed the ill intent in Zhunti's gaze.

A single thought simultaneously arose in the minds of all the Zixiao guests...

That means Zhunti and his group are about to try and steal the prayer mat again!

However.

To the surprise of all the Zixiao guests...

Zhunti eventually withdrew his gaze and gestured for Jieyin to sit down.

Zhunti sat on the sixth futon.

The guide sat on the fifth futon.

As for Ling Yun and the others, they did not enter the main hall of Zixiao Palace, but instead went to the steps outside the hall...

I felt this scene.

All the Zixiao guests breathed a sigh of relief.

Although they didn't understand why Ling Yun and the others didn't choose to snatch the prayer mat.

But since Lingyun and the others have made this choice.

So this whole seat-grabbing saga is finally over...

......

Lingyun was standing very close to the Ancestral Witches Houtu and Xuanming.

Even because it was somewhat crowded.

Ling Yun could even clearly sense the blood energy emanating from the Ancestral Witches Houtu and Xuanming.

The strange thing is...

As Lingyun approached.

The Ancestral Witches Houtu and Xuanming did not show any resistance; instead, they displayed very strange expressions.

In fact, when Lingyun first approached...

Houtu and Xuanming were somewhat resistant.

Houtu is alright, as she is relatively gentle in nature.

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