"I understand, you may leave."
"The Prince of Zhenbei said calmly."
After the scout left, the beautifully dressed woman beside the Prince of Zhenbei said angrily, "Our Chi'er cannot die in vain! That Taoist priest must die!"
The Prince of Zhenbei held a white sable in his arms. He gently stroked the sable's back, his face expressionless, and said coldly, "Even if you kill him, there's still the Dragon Tiger Temple."
The beautiful woman's face was filled with murderous intent. "Then destroy the Dragon Tiger Temple! They will all be buried with my Chi'er."
The Prince of Zhenbei frowned and said solemnly, "Madam, you must calm down. We do not yet know the true strength of Longhu Temple, so we cannot act rashly."
"You, the dignified Prince of Zhenbei, are actually wary of the Dragon Tiger Temple that appeared out of nowhere?" Yan Hongxia questioned.
The Prince of Zhenbei gazed at the pool in front of him and said, “What seems insignificant is often the most dangerous. We cannot be careless. If we want to achieve great things, we need to be patient.”
Yan Hongxia's eyes were blazing with fury. "You can tolerate it, but I can't. He must die."
"If you think the Yan family is capable of killing a Dao-Merging Saint, then go ahead and do it," the Prince of Zhenbei said coldly.
Upon hearing the name "Daoist Saint," Yan Hongxia gritted her teeth, "Is my son less important than your sable?"
Thump!
The Prince of Zhenbei threw the white sable in his arms into the pool. The sable swam around in the pool, and suddenly a gaping maw appeared at the bottom of the pool, and the sable disappeared.
Ripples spread across the water's surface.
A dark shadow was moving deep inside.
Yan Hongxia felt a chill run down her spine. She knew that it was the white mink that the Prince of Zhenbei loved most. He had raised it for decades, and now he was abandoning it without hesitation.
......
Qin Luo is still traversing mountains and valleys.
Deep in the mountains, Qin Luo heard the roar of a ferocious beast. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw three cultivators chasing a beast that resembled a leopard.
The ferocious beast had yellow fur all over its body, five tails, and golden horns on its head. It was currently fleeing in a sorry state.
Three cultivators at the Core Formation stage pursued relentlessly, brandishing their spiritual swords and unleashing powerful sword light. No matter how fast the ferocious beast was, it could not dodge all the sword light. When the sword light struck it, large amounts of blood splattered, and its mournful howls echoed through the mountains and forests.
"A ferocious beast?"
Qin Luo had heard that pure-blooded ferocious beasts had red hair and were enormous. The ferocious beast in front of him had yellow fur and was only slightly larger than a leopard, so it should still be in its juvenile stage.
The beast was severely damaged.
Exhausted, he collapsed in the mountains.
Three cultivators stood in the air. The man with thick eyebrows in the lead looked excited. "I contributed the most, so the demon core of this monster is mine. You don't have any objections, do you?"
The woman in the green dress standing to the side frowned and said, "Senior Brother Ji, I discovered this demon beast first, so its demon core should belong to me."
"Without me, this ferocious beast would have run away long ago. The demon core is mine, and you can take the rest." The tall, thin man also wanted the demon core.
The demon cores of demonic beasts are more precious than many spiritual herbs, and they all want to monopolize these elixirs.
Just as they were arguing.
Qin Luo arrived near the ferocious beast.
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