The two Human Immortals couldn't fathom it, and grew even more in awe of Gao Xuan. No wonder he could dominate the Northern Province, destroying both the Buddhist Sect and the North Sea Dragon Race. Truly formidable!

The others, however, weren't as perceptive. A group of people gossiped privately, becoming more and more vulgar and delighted as they spoke.

"It's not just Gao Xuan; even the two beautiful young girls beside him are fine prospects."

"Just looking at them, they're worth a fortune. Even if you don't sell them, keeping them for yourself is a blessing..."

As they were enjoying their conversation, Ripples, standing behind Gao Xuan, cast her bright, lively gaze over these merchants.

In the midst of their banter, Shang Jiu and the others suddenly felt a brilliant light before them, followed by a chill to their divine souls, as if cut by the edge of a formless sword.

A few of them trembled, their faces drastically changed, and tears of blood streamed from their eyes.

One among them, with a weaker cultivation, even spewed blood wildly and fainted on the spot.

Shang Jiu, however, had decent cultivation and managed to withstand it without vomiting blood. But it felt as if his divine soul had exploded, his body shivered uncontrollably, unable to dispel the sharp sword intent.

An Zhiyun couldn't stand it any longer. She reached out to press Shang Jiu's shoulder, and divine light flashed from her, forcibly suppressing the formless sharp sword intent within Shang Jiu's sea of consciousness.

With An Zhiyun's help, Shang Jiu finally caught his breath and hurriedly turned his Lifebound Spiritual Artifact to protect his divine soul. Fortunately, that sword intent was just a thread, and once he forcibly dispelled it, there was no more danger.

He exhaled deeply and said to An Zhiyun, "Thank you, Chairman An, for your help. I almost died here."

Shang Jiu initially wanted to curse, but he was too frightened and didn't dare to say anything bad about Ripples.

Shang Jiu knew very well that the other side only gave them a little lesson. Truly wanting to kill them would be as easy as turning a hand.

Being tough at this point would indeed be courting death.

An Zhiyun said, "You're quite injured. Do you need to go back and rest first?"

Shang Jiu was quite straightforward, gritting his teeth as he said, "I'm determined to finish this banquet."

He didn't want to leave; he wanted to see how Gao Xuan and his group would be unlucky!

An Zhiyun understood Shang Jiu's thought, but she didn't quite agree. Ultimately, it was your own loose tongue that got you into trouble.

Of course, that young girl was a bit ruthless too.

The fainted merchants were hurriedly taken away by their followers.

As for Ao Jiuni and others, they never looked over here from start to finish. They seemed indifferent to the changes here, as if they hadn't seen it at all.

Ao Jiuni's attitude made everyone even more apprehensive.

Indeed, the Dragon Race didn't care about them at all. Simply put, they were just spectators who could applaud for excitement when necessary. That's all.

Ao Jiuni invited Gao Xuan to sit at the head, and then called everyone else to be seated.

Only at this point did a troupe of beautiful musicians start plucking and playing, performing melodious and balanced music.

In the midst of the music, Ao Ming, wearing a golden dragon robe, came out. Yu Wuxia and Ao Shibidi followed one on each side behind him.

Ao Ming stepped to the main seat and glanced at Gao Xuan, pausing in astonishment.

Gao Xuan's unparalleled handsomeness seemed even more beautiful than Yu Wuxia, which shocked Ao Ming greatly.

Seeing Ao Ming's loss of composure, Ao Jiuni felt like covering his own face. As the Third Prince of the East Sea Dragon Court, behaving like this was truly embarrassing.

The others were also dumbfounded, not knowing what Ao Ming was doing. Wasn't he supposed to exact revenge on Gao Xuan? Why did it seem like he was taken with him!

The Dragon Race is notoriously lustful, not limited by gender or race—only by physical structure.

Ao Ming quickly came to his senses, pointing at Gao Xuan as he said, "You look really good!"

Gao Xuan couldn't help but laugh; this one was a real oddball. He replied, "You're not bad either."

Ao Ming's human form was indeed handsome, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, red lips, white teeth, a hair-binding golden crown on his head, and a golden dragon robe. This lavish attire, on him, seemed very fitting and harmonious.

Ao Ming shook his head, "No, no, I'm far worse than you."

He sighed, "To think there would be such a beautiful Celestial Master in this world. I've wasted my few thousand years before this."

The listeners were even more astonished. They all knew that this person was arrogant and egotistical, but they hadn't expected him to be this unreliable.

Saying such things in public was not only an insult to Gao Xuan but also to himself.

Gao Xuan wasn't offended; throughout his life, he had met many eccentric people. In comparison, Ao Ming was just overly self-assured, acting wantonly and saying whatever came to mind.

At the end of the day, he was just a spoiled, pampered scion.

Gao Xuan said to Ao Jiuni, "The Third Prince has had too much to drink; I'll take my leave."

It's not worth turning against someone over a small matter, but there's nothing to say to such a person either. Leaving was the best choice.

Ao Jiuni was a little troubled; he didn't know how to persuade. Truthfully, it was indeed too discourteous of them, and letting Gao Xuan leave was the best solution.

The problem was, he wasn't the one in charge.

Ao Jiuni was about to persuade Ao Ming, but Ao Ming casually pushed him aside, saying, "It's not your place to speak here."

In front of so many people, even the deeply calculating Ao Jiuni couldn't help feeling embarrassed.

Ao Ming paid no mind to Ao Jiuni, pointing at a group of beautiful musicians beside him as he said, "How are these musicians?"

"Both their beauty and skill are excellent," Gao Xuan accurately assessed.

"They're all yours."

Ao Ming waved grandly, exuding generosity.

Gao Xuan almost sighed as he calmly said, "I don't need them; the Third Prince should keep them."

"No one has ever dared to refuse my gifts."

Ao Ming was very puzzled, "Why do you refuse?"

Gao Xuan couldn't help but smile; this one was surely incredibly arrogant. He ignored Ao Ming and cupped his hands to Ao Jiuni, "Let's end this for today. Goodbye."

Seeing Gao Xuan about to leave, Ao Ming became anxious, "You dare to refuse me?"

Without receiving a response, Ao Ming's face darkened and he casually waved, a blue arc blade flashing, instantly slicing the twelve beautiful musicians into twenty pieces.

These musicians, with long life forces, couldn't die immediately but cried out in agony, making for a gruesome scene.

Gao Xuan glanced at Ao Ming; though he wouldn't feel guilty over this, he was rather displeased by Ao Ming's cruelty.

He said to Ao Ming, "Why trouble these people?"

Saying this, Gao Xuan swept his sleeve, and a breeze passed by, turning the screaming musicians into scattered spiritual light.

These people's life forces had been cut short, and they couldn't be saved. The only thing was to let them leave the pain swiftly.

Ao Ming chuckled proudly, "What's mine, I do with as I please. If you had accepted, nothing would have happened."

Saying this, he pushed Yu Wuxia forward a few steps, "I'll give you this woman."

Yu Wuxia, already extraordinarily beautiful, was now pale, her bright eyes filled with unease. Her poignant and stunning appearance ignited a strong sense of compassion in all present.

Everyone looked to Gao Xuan; if he refused, this exceptionally beautiful woman might also be killed by this madman Ao Ming!