Living off a Woman

Watching helplessly as Bing Xiaotian turned Burning Flame Valley into a complete mess before swaggering away was truly unbearable. Yet Tang Zhen knew that he alone had no ability to stop the Ice Venerable...

If they truly fought to the death, it was hard to say who would kill whom. Tang Zhen might even be the one slain by Bing Xiaotian.

That was precisely why the Central Plains had taken its current shape. Those Dou Sheng experts were like a pack of thousand-year-old turtles, hiding at the bottom of a pond and scarcely daring to show themselves. As for Venerables, none could do much to the other, and neither was confident of being able to kill the other.

At times like this, fighting depended entirely on one's subordinates. If I had more men than you, more Dou Zongs than you, I could crush you beneath my heel, raze your cities and strongholds, and take everything you had!

And in the Central Plains, the strongest and most powerful factions were none other than "One Hall, One Tower, Two Sects, Three Valleys, and Four Directions Pavilion."

Tang Zhen gazed into the distance at the Ice Venerable's departing figure. He suddenly coughed several times, blood rising to his mouth. His battle with the Ice Venerable had left him seriously injured.

He swallowed the blood back down, then descended from the sky with a ruddy complexion and a glossy face. Arriving before Xiao Yan and Xun Er, he cupped his hands toward the two black-robed Venerables and smiled. "Thank you both for lending your aid. Please stay in our valley for a day. This old man will certainly offer you a generous gift."

The two black-robed Venerables merely remained calm, paying Tang Zhen's words no mind. A generous gift? Now that they were Venerables,