A gentle breeze swept through the night sky, faint immortal light flowing across the heavens. The outskirts of the Mad Immortal Domain seemed to have formed a beautiful, motionless painting.
All living beings held their breath, thinking they had misheard.
Lin Xuan had actually opened his mouth and demanded ten Near Dao Immortal Scriptures from the three Emperor-level Lineages.
Were the three prodigies he had captured really worth that price?
Taking a step back, even if the three prodigies were worth that price, could the three Emperor-level Lineages really produce thirty Near Dao Immortal Scriptures?
Wasn't that a joke?
Those were Near Dao Immortal Scriptures, not cabbages. Even Emperor-level Lineages could not claim with absolute certainty that they possessed ten Near Dao Immortal Scriptures. They were the foundation of lineages below the Emperor level, and aside from powerful methods that led directly to the Great Dao, they were also the highest-grade scriptures of Emperor-level Lineages. Would they really hand them over?
"I wouldn't even dare think about it!"
Chu Xi's expression stiffened slightly as she sighed inwardly.
She had indeed intended to use the destruction of the three great prodigies' foundations to demand benefits, but then again, she had never considered something on the level of Near Dao Scriptures. How could they possibly give those up?
Chu Xi could not help glancing at Wang Xuanfeng and Luo Tongtian.
The two acted in much the same way as Lin Xuan, but as "seniors," they fell far short of him.
It truly answered that saying: the waves behind the Yangtze River drove those ahead onward; Lin Xuan surpassed the blue and was better than the blue.
"You really think highly of them!"
Within the Mad Immortal Palace, even the Divine Firmament Mad Immortal was stunned for a moment.
However, his way of