Five hundred thousand.
Chen Changqing could barely suppress the heat in his eyes.
A Heavenly Monarch was a Heavenly Monarch.
One was worth several True Lords.
Rujie sucked in a breath behind him.
"Amitabha. This humble monk just saw it—when Holy Son Chen killed that Heavenly Monarch, his hand was steadier than this humble monk's when holding a steamed bun."
Si Youyou said, "You're not steady when holding steamed buns either. You snatch them."
"That is called karmic affinity arriving first."
Elsewhere, the Broken Blade Middle-aged Man broke free by half an inch and roared, "Bai Wuya! Is Mount Shu determined to forge an undying feud with my Red Blade Valley?"
Bai Wuya said, "Within the Heavenly Palace, each relies on their own abilities."
He had said those words before.
But saying them again now gave them an entirely different flavor.
The Broken Blade Middle-aged Man was so enraged that the wound across his chest split open.
"Shameless!"
Rujie could no longer listen.
"Benefactor, you were not so refined when snatching the Undying Medicine. Now that it is your turn, you start talking about propriety, righteousness, integrity, and shame. Are the rules of your Red Blade Valley written on the backs of your blades, only visible after flipping them over?"
The Broken Blade Middle-aged Man choked, and his spiritual power faltered.
Bai Wuya's spear intent pressed down.
Chen Changqing had already arrived.
The Dragon-Patterned Sky-Splitting Spear incarnation stabbed out from the side, knocking aside the Broken Blade. The notes of the Immortal-Burying Zither descended, jolting the Broken Blade Middle-aged Man's soul.
He was a Heavenly Monarch after all. Even heavily wounded, he could still counterattack.
The Broken Blade spun around, its blade light slashing toward Chen Changqing's neck.
Bai Wuya lightly tapped with his spear tip.
The blade light shattered.