frightfiction Chapter 2456
Chapter 2456
"Senior Brother Ning Bing, stop being so stubborn!" Zhe Linhai and Shen Qianqiu both tried to persuade him through telepathy.
"Hmph, enough nonsense!" Gu Ningbing's face was gloomy, her tone full of obsession and resentment, already trapped in a vicious cycle of obsession.
After all, the exhilarating feeling of accelerated cultivation and rapid advancement in strength was deeply ingrained in his bones, making it impossible for him to give it up.
"Since you are unwilling to participate, then so be it! When I obtain the other fragments of the supreme treasure and reach the pinnacle, don't forget the arrogant words you uttered today, and don't come to fawn over me!"
Upon hearing this, Zhe Linhai and Shen Qianqiu exchanged glances and both shook their heads helplessly.
After exchanging whispers for a moment, they made up their minds that from now on, they would try to avoid associating with their peers from the Immortal Ancient Holy Land.
Both of them were astute individuals who had long seen that Chen Xuan's rise was unstoppable. Before long, he would be fully powerful and become a force to be reckoned with, even by the two great holy lands. Cutting ties with Gu Ningbing at this moment was the wisest choice.
This seemingly lengthy psychological exchange actually happened in the blink of an eye.
The secret communication between the future Holy Lords of the two great holy lands, Immortal Ancient and Supreme, ended in just two breaths.
As the two calmed their emotions and fell silent, cheers erupted from the vast army of Wujiang City in the distance, their shouts soaring through the sky like thunder across the entire battlefield.
Among them, the most enthusiastic and loudest cheers came from Chen Xuan's little Daoist partner, Qing Tian Yu'er, as well as the Zi Qing sisters, Huang Quan, Chen Xi, Feng Yao, and other beautiful holy maidens and holy sons from the eight holy lands who had a deep friendship with Chen Xuan.
At this moment, they stood gracefully in the formation, craning their necks to gaze at the majestic back of the white-haired god-demon in the arena. Their eyes sparkled with admiration and affection, almost overflowing and turning into a sky full of stars.
Especially Zixia, Chenxi and Fengyao.
They were younger and more lively, and at this moment they were like little girls, standing on tiptoe, their little hands clenched into fists, their faces full of joy, constantly calling out the name of Senior Brother Chen Xuan, their eyes filled with undisguised admiration.
It's no wonder they look like this.
After all, Chen Xuan had always treated them with gentleness and kindness, and had never shown the slightest arrogance of a prodigy.
He never keeps any extraordinary opportunities to himself; he always shares them with others.
Whenever something good happens, they always remember these friends from the sacred land and help them grow together.
What's even more remarkable is that Chen Xuan possesses unparalleled strength, extraordinary good looks, a calm and low-key temperament, and is devoted in love, never indulging in promiscuity.
Such a perfect peerless genius is hard to find in the world, so how could these stunningly beautiful saintesses not feel admiration for him?
Lu Xueqi, Qiu Zixian, and Xia Jiuyou, feeling the enthusiastic cheers around them, all slowly turned their heads to look at the white-haired god-demon pointing his sword at the sky in the arena. Then the three of them looked at each other, shook their heads helplessly, and had their own thoughts in their eyes.
Qiu Zixian frowned slightly, let out a soft hum, and a hint of jealousy flickered at the corner of her mouth.
Clearly, she was quite unhappy to see the other women so fond of Chen Xuan, but she didn't show it due to her status and the need to save face.
Lu Xueqi, on the other hand, remained calm and composed, dressed in white, with a faint smile on her lips and a serene expression.
For her, it didn't matter how others admired Chen Xuan. No matter how many Daoist partners he had, she held a unique and irreplaceable place in his heart. This certainty needed no words.
Xia Jiuyou didn't say much, his gaze fixed on the white-haired god and demon below the stage. The coldness and sharpness in his eyes faded away, leaving only an unyielding tenderness, like a pool of spring water that could drown people's hearts.
At the same time, she slowly raised her right hand, her movements as gentle as if she were touching a rare treasure, and gently stroked her lower abdomen. With a slight pressure from her fingertips, she gently rubbed it, and the smile in her eyes became even softer.