Seven Little Gourds (Fourth Update, Seeking Monthly Votes)

The Jade Void Golden Immortals and third-generation disciples—any one of them was a legendary supreme powerhouse. Yet at this moment, none could stop that youth. They could only watch helplessly as the peerless white-clad youth carried off Meng Qi, whom their patriarch had nurtured to perform subtraction and seek emptiness.

He drifted away calmly and unhurriedly.

No one stopped him. No one could stop him!

Only after a long, long while did Yang Jian slowly exhale a stream of blazing white breath.

Watching the white breath he had exhaled drift across ten thousand miles before falling like a long rainbow, his heart was incomparably complicated. Slowly raising the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd that had accompanied him for many years, he felt an indescribable complexity within his heart.

"So powerful..."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

The air currents surged. A Purple Gold Divine Dragon roared as it flew through the clouds, its sheets of violet-gold scales gleaming dazzlingly beneath the sunlight.

Ye Fan sat cross-legged between its two dragon horns.

His expression was calm. His ink-black hair rose slightly in the wind, while his white robe billowed with a hunting sound, like a great river rushing onward.

There was not the slightest divine radiance or imposing aura about him, yet Meng Qi, sitting cross-legged nearby, could not help holding his breath.

Not far away, the Black Dog sat crouched, his canine face full of wistfulness. "Little Ye Zi, you're getting stronger and stronger..."

The Black Emperor sighed inwardly.

Back when they had first met, he could still trade blows with Ye Fan. That had only been because Ye Fan resembled the Great Emperor Wushang.

After that, the kid had ridden the wind to the Ninth Heaven, sweeping aside every enemy of his era. Even in that great age when countless Great Emperors and