Seeking Not the Best, but the Most Expensive

Peng Xinzhi left.

Though Shaoshi Mountain was vast, it had no place for him to stay. Unwilling to remain and invite further humiliation, leaving silently was the best choice.

In strength, inheritance, reputation, and so on, Lu Bei surpassed him in every way. This departure was a final farewell, and he would never again have the chance to set foot on Shaoshi Mountain.

Little Prince Yan was useless too.

The real Prince Yan had already been "persuaded" to ascend.

After serving as King Zhenbei for six hundred years, Peng Xinzhi only realized today that he had failed to live up to the title. He planned to return to the royal residence and submit a memorial to the Capital City, changing it to a more auspicious title.

While he was at it, he would prepare some hundred-day celebration red packets.

Five hundred years of perseverance could not simply be written off. At the very least, he had to take part.

King Zhenbei dragged his junior brother away. Since he was unimportant, the three people present paid him no mind, except that Lu Bei felt somewhat regretful.

With two spectators leaving early, the spectacle lost a great deal of its impact.

At that moment, he did not know that the departing spectator was King Zhenbei. After rounding up, that meant a loss of several billion.

The atmosphere rippled.

Qi Shangdu condensed his Saber Intent, his battle spirit surging. Centered on him, an overwhelming will as weighty as the heavens rolled outward.

Space could no longer bear it and collapsed into the Dark Void.

The instant the void shattered, a pure saber light shot into the sky. Qi Shangdu took one step into the darkness, and his vast Saber Intent poured down.

Feeling the immense Saber Intent, Lu Bei narrowed his eyes slightly