The Final Battle

Above the boundless sky, a streak of light tore across the horizon, racing toward Holy Pill City.

"Good thing there were no further casualties!"

After flying for several hours, Yao Wangui flipped his hand and took out the soul jade slip. He looked at the eight drifting points of light within it, especially the two that represented Yao Tian and Yao Ling. Seeing that both of them were safe and sound, he sighed in relief deep down, and his taut nerves loosened a little.

A blessing amid misfortune. Although there had been casualties this time, fortunately, the ones who had died were not Yao Tian and Yao Ling.

If Yao Tian and Yao Ling had fallen, then things truly would have blown up... By the most conservative estimate, he would at least lose his position as Punishment Elder and be subjected to the clan's heavy punishment, Pill-Melting Heart.

If the ones lost were Yao Ziyou and Yao Feng, things would be much easier to handle.

After he returned, he would only need to apologize to the Dou Saints of those two lineages and give the corresponding compensation.

After all, of the Dou Saint strong practitioners from those two lineages, one was a Late One-Star Dou Saint, and the other was Mid Stage Two-Star... Their strength and status were both inferior to his, Yao Wangui's. This matter would not be hard to shoulder.

They were all direct branch lineages of an ancient clan lineage, but according to differences in strength and status, there were still gaps in standing.

"Damn it, it's all that kid's fault!" After putting away that jade slip, Yao Wangui's expression grew even darker. "If he hadn't won the Pill Convention, how could things have developed to this point..."

Just as hatred surged endlessly in his heart, the