Chapter 588: Chapter 588

"Bastard! Absolutely deserves to die! How dare he embezzle my ten billion US dollars, utterly unforgivable!" Murong Longchen roared furiously.

"Master, Ning Zhongyuan is already dead. How could he still embezzle your ten billion US dollars?" the enchanting woman asked, puzzled.

"Hmph! It must be the work of the eldest house behind the scenes! Otherwise, given Ning Zhongyuan’s character, even in death, he would not betray me!" Murong Longchen gritted his teeth and said.

"My lord, what should we do now?" the enchanting woman asked.

"Hmph! What a great eldest house, what a great Murong Yu Yan. It seems they were prepared all along! First, they used the woman surnamed Hong to deliberately spread false news, then they provoked us to act, and finally, they implemented a plan that kills two birds with one stone! Indeed, it was a masterful plot!" Murong Longchen sneered.

"Master, since the eldest house struck first, why don’t we return the favor and teach them a profound lesson?" the enchanting woman said murderously.

"Hmph! What do you know? If it were possible to act, would I have waited until now?" Murong Longchen sneered.

"Master, I really don’t understand. With our power, we could easily destroy the eldest house in an instant. Why wait until now?" the enchanting woman asked.

"Hmph! Those few stubborn old fools within the family, with their rigid ideas, favor the eldest house. If we don’t take care of them first, I will never obtain the position of family head!" Murong Longchen said with a murderous aura.

"After some time, once the Nine Dragons Grass emerges, as long as I obtain it and fully refine it, when my True Dragon Nine Transformations reach great success and my cultivation breaks through to a Great Power of the Cycle Palace Realm, their death will be imminent!"

"Master, what should we do now?" the enchanting woman asked.

"For now, we can only endure!" Murong Longchen said.

"This subordinate understands!" the enchanting woman said.

After speaking, she respectfully withdrew.

Zhang Xiaohao was unaware that by taking Murong Longchen’s ten billion US dollars, in the end, the eldest house of the Murong Family got the blame.

Zhang Xiaohao opened his eyes. The True Qi he had spent had now fully recovered.

In his eyes, a flicker of sharp light flashed and vanished.

He stood up from the ground and calmly looked at Ning Zhongyuan.

"Roar!" Suddenly, Ning Zhongyuan let out a low growl.

A tremendous aura burst forth from his body.

Immediately afterward, he slapped the ground with one hand and swiftly stood up.

His injuries were fully healed with the aid of Zhang Xiaohao’s Shennong’s True Qi and the blue elixir.

"This subordinate, Ning Zhongyuan, pays respects to the lord!" Ning Zhongyuan said respectfully.

"Have your injuries all healed?" Zhang Xiaohao asked calmly.

"They have all healed, thanks to your elixir, my lord." Ning Zhongyuan said.

"If that is the case, recount the details of tonight’s auction to me," Zhang Xiaohao said.

"My lord, are you planning to?" Ning Zhongyuan asked, his eyes lighting up.

"Hmph! Daring to scheme against me, if I don’t teach them a lesson, how would they learn the meaning of fear?" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.

"Yes, my lord! The auction goes ..."

Ning Zhongyuan recounted all the information about the auction in full.

"Let’s go! We’re heading over there," Zhang Xiaohao said, narrowing his eyes.

He stepped into the Twelve Heavenly Steps, transforming into a streak of light, and swiftly flew toward the direction of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Ning Zhongyuan, not wanting to be outdone, quickly followed suit with a quick step.

Zhang Xiaohao and his companion stopped outside a valley.

Standing atop a high mountain, Zhang Xiaohao indifferently crossed his arms behind his back, gazing in the direction of the valley ahead.

"Is this the place?" Zhang Xiaohao asked calmly.

"Yes," Ning Zhongyuan nodded.

Soul Power swept out, bursting from within him, centered on himself, and explored the valley ahead.

Zhang Xiaohao withdrew his Soul Power, under the detection of his Soul Power.

In the valley, there was a huge house constructed of trees, with guard forces both visible and hidden centered around the house.

The strongest among them was in the Late-stage Void Transformation Realm.

Even the weakest was in the Hundred Veins Realm, numbering over a hundred people.

"What a formidable force!" Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently.

"Eh? Lord, did you already know?" Ning Zhongyuan asked.

"Yes, the leader is a bald man in the Late-stage Void Transformation Realm, radiating a thick murderous aura! There are also some other powerful ones in the Void Transformation Realm," Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Ah! It’s actually Master Wuchao!" Ning Zhongyuan exclaimed.

"Master Wuchao? Who is he?" Zhang Xiaohao asked, puzzled.

"He is one of Murong Longchen’s confidants, with formidable combat power, heavenly strength, and unfathomable methods. Even an old man like me cannot last more than ten moves against him!" Ning Zhongyuan said solemnly.

"Is that so?" Zhang Xiaohao said, his lips curling into a smile.

"Lord, I know your strength is profound, but you must not underestimate Master Wuchao. It is said that he possesses an Earth-grade top-quality martial arts technique, tremendously powerful, capable of fighting across levels!" Ning Zhongyuan explained.

"A mere bald donkey, I haven’t taken him to heart yet," Zhang Xiaohao said with a touch of arrogance.

"Lord, what do you plan to do? Are we going directly to participate in this auction, or are we going to lie in wait?" Ning Zhongyuan asked. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝙣𝙚𝙩

"Wait!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a mysterious smile.

"Wait?" Ning Zhongyuan asked.

"Yes! Just wait." Zhang Xiaohao said.

He crossed his legs in a seated position at the peak of the mountain, and began to close his divine eyes.

Yet his Soul Power enveloped the surroundings, closely monitoring every move.

Ning Zhongyuan had no choice but to take responsibility for vigilance, firmly standing guard behind Zhang Xiaohao.

Time flew by, and it was soon ten o’clock at night.

Under the surveillance of Soul Power, one Jianghu Martial Artist after another, wearing masks, flew towards the valley from all directions.

Within a short half-hour, nearly two hundred people had arrived.

The weakest among them was in the Hundred Veins Realm, and they entered the auction under the reception of the organizers.

Among these people, Zhang Xiaohao did not sense the presence of Murong Yu Yan. Could it be that due to some mishap, she hadn’t come?

Zhang Xiaohao stood up from the ground.

"Lord, it’s almost eleven o’clock, and the auction is about to begin. What shall we do now?" Seeing Zhang Xiaohao stand up, Ning Zhongyuan asked.

"You wait here for me! I’ll go down for a while." Zhang Xiaohao instructed.

"Ah! Lord, are you going to start killing now?" Ning Zhongyuan asked in surprise.

"In your opinion, if I charge down now, could I keep them all here?" Zhang Xiaohao countered.