Zhang Taiying, Chickened Out!

Silence.

The air was deathly still, terrifyingly so! As if the Great Dao had sealed every mouth, everyone stared at the ancient tower that had vanished by half and collectively fell silent.

Even Xin Gugu was stunned by Xu Xiaoshou's outrageous stunt.

He had collected a spirit pool earlier, drenching him like a drowned rat. Fine, that could be overlooked.

But now, right in front of them, he had sliced off half their inheritance? What kind of person was this?! A mere Origin Mansion, clearly nothing more than something used to evade an enemy's pursuit, had been forced into becoming a divine tool for robbery! If he fully developed that chaotic space, would the entire world end up tucked into your Xu Xiaoshou's pocket? "Suspected, Passive Value +66." "Admired, Passive Value +222."

It was not just the people of the Zhang Residence who were dumbfounded. Even the surrounding spectators were shocked beyond measure.

"This is probably... a fight to the death?"

If anyone's inheritance had half of it cut away, reconciliation would likely be impossible.

What was more, the half of the ancient tower that had fallen was the top of the Scripture Pavilion.

What the top meant for a tower like this went without saying.

Ordinary clan disciples could not even reach the second floor when selecting spiritual techniques.

Those who fought tooth and nail and barely broke through to the Innate Realm could at most climb to the third or fourth floor.

But now...

Looking at it this way, only four and a half floors remained of the Scripture Pavilion.

Go up? Select spiritual techniques?

Select my ass! The place was gone—how could they go upstairs, much less choose spiritual techniques?

The first to explode was still Zhang Taiying, whose rage was unbearable.

After realizing the significance of