318: Chapter 318 Leopard is in danger

"Only by slaying all these fellows will we have a path to survival! Charge and take out Jin Qianbao's confidants!"

In an instant, the deafening roars of battle echoed throughout the entire space within the Barrier.

The two groups of people collided fiercely like two surging torrents, and for a time, the flashes of blades and shadows of swords crisscrossed.

The light of various dazzling Saint-Grade skills rose and fell one after another, and the entire scene was in utter chaos, falling into an incomparably intense melee.

Jin Qianbao, the great-grandson of the Wanjie Pavilion Grand Elder, stood alone to the side, staring silently at the bloody slaughter unfolding before him like a statue.

His subordinates were currently fighting a desperate, inextricable battle, yet Jin Qianbao seemed like an outsider, merely gazing at it all blankly.

The image of the once arrogant and overbearing Young Master had long since vanished without a trace.

The current Jin Qianbao was covered in blood, his clothes stained, and even his originally handsome face had not been spared, splattered with blood that shimmered crystal-like.

His body trembled slightly and uncontrollably, and the weapon held tightly in his hand shook along with it.

It was obvious that at this moment, Jin Qianbao's heart was filled with fear and unease.

In stark contrast to Jin Qianbao was Cao Yang, who sat atop the Heavenly Emperor's Throne in mid-air.

He held a world-toppling beauty in his arms, his demeanor relaxed and content, with a faint smile even hanging on the corner of his mouth as he watched the killing field enveloped by the Barrier below with great interest.

To Cao Yang, the fact that Jin Qianbao had dared to use words to desecrate his beloved Second Senior Sister was an unpardonable sin!

Therefore, he wanted to witness with his own eyes how this fellow, who didn't know the heights of the heavens, would walk toward destruction in this tragic struggle.

In a place so unimaginably distant that it was a full three hundred billion billion miles away from the Main City of Myriad Realms.

There existed a series of mysterious and magnificent buildings—the Wanjie Pavilion.

This Wanjie Pavilion was like a giant beast standing between heaven and earth, quietly situated within the vast Universe.

In the very center of the Wanjie Pavilion, three giant golden towers, each nine hundred and ninety-nine stories high, towered majestically, piercing the clouds and emitting dazzling light, as if they were pillars connecting heaven and earth.

Inside the golden tower on the far right, rooms on the eight hundredth floor were filled with rows upon rows of countless golden tokens.

Each of these tokens was exquisitely crafted, not only engraved with the holder's name but also clearly indicating their respective Realm levels.

Just then, among the many quietly arranged golden tokens, one located in the upper-middle position suddenly shattered without warning!

In an instant, golden light splattered and fragments flew in all directions.

The Elder at the Peak Source Venerable Realm responsible for guarding these tokens, whose face was originally as calm as water, instantly turned as pale as paper; his eyes widened, filled with shock and fear.

This Elder did not dare to delay for a moment, his figure flashing like a bolt of lightning as he rushed out of the token storage room.

His speed was extreme, even leaving a series of illusory voids in the air.

Along the way, his expression was panicked to the extreme, completely disregarding his usual steady image as he sprinted straight toward the top floor of the golden tower.

On the top floor pavilion of the golden tower, an Old Ancestor with hair as white as snow sat steadily cross-legged on an incomparably magnificent golden prayer mat.

At this moment, his eyes were tightly closed and he remained motionless, looking just like an ordinary old man from the mortal world taking a leisurely nap.

However, within this seemingly peaceful and harmonious atmosphere, a figure abruptly burst in.

It was precisely the Elder who had just raced up from downstairs.

His face was filled with terror, his steps were unsteady, and he fell to his knees on the ground with a thud.

Due to excessive nervousness and fear, his body shook incessantly, and even his voice became trembling and stuttering.

"Old... Old Ancestor, b-b-b-bad news! Young Master Jin's Dao Protector's golden token has... has shattered!"

The white-haired old man's face was originally full of fury, but after calming his emotions slightly, he slowly restrained his anger.

In a tone that seemed indifferent yet carried a hint of majesty, he spoke: "Oh? Which Young Master Jin are you talking about?"

He had too many descendants; he couldn't remember them all.

At the same time, the white-haired old man thought to himself that his descendants, who loved to travel and acted recklessly, often frequented dangerous places in search of excitement and opportunity.

The occasional unfortunate death of a Dao Protector was actually a common occurrence.

How could he be so panicked over such a small matter? It was truly unseemly!

Meanwhile, the Elder kneeling below trembled even more violently, as if he were a candle in the wind about to go out.

He stammered in reply: "It's... it's Young Master Jin Qianbao's Dao Protector!"

Hearing these words, the white-haired old man's expression changed instantly. He stood up abruptly from his seat and roared: "What? It's actually Baoer's Dao Protector? You bunch of useless fools! Why didn't you tell me sooner? You can't even speak a complete sentence!"

As this roar sounded, a powerful sound wave spread out in all directions like a surging tide.

The old man kneeling on the ground felt an irresistible force strike him; his knees involuntarily sank deep into the hard floor, and even a few drops of crystal-clear blood were splattered.

Next, the white-haired Old Ancestor, his face full of anxiety and his eyes wide with rage, questioned: "Then, is Baoer's golden token still intact?"

"In response to the Old Ancestor, the Young Master's golden token is safe and sound."

Upon hearing this reply, the white-haired Old Ancestor's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally relaxed slightly.

The white-haired Old Ancestor closed his eyes; a moment later, his eyes suddenly snapped open, and a golden light shot out from them.

The white-haired Old Ancestor's booming voice spread throughout the entire pavilion:

"Jin Guang, Jin Qiang, come with me to the Wan Jie Chamber of Commerce in the Main City of Myriad Realms. Baoer is in danger."

A moment later, three beams of Source Emperor light flew out from the nine hundred and ninety-nine story tower on the far right of the Wanjie Pavilion.

Not long after the three beams of light flew out, the white-haired Old Ancestor paused and sent a transmission to the two beside him: "Not good, the protective soul I left for Baoer has shattered. We must increase our speed."

The three lights suddenly accelerated and flew out of the Wanjie Pavilion.

On the top floor of the central golden tower, a middle-aged man watched the scene of the three Source Emperor lights leaving the Wanjie Pavilion, his face calm and emotionless.

Beside him stood a stunningly beautiful woman dressed in colorful clothes. She was only 1.6 meters tall, but her beauty was breathtaking, her figure was goddess-tier with all the right curves, and her short hair was slightly curled, looking very beautiful.

"Father, it seems the Grand Elder's side has run into big trouble. Are we not going to help?"

The woman's cherry-red lips parted, her voice enchanting.

"The Grand Elder has been coveting my position as Pavilion Master for the past ten thousand years, and he often uses that great-grandson of his to suppress your reputation and win over the Elders in the pavilion. It's for the best that someone can extinguish his arrogance!"

The middle-aged man said indifferently.

Hearing this, the exquisite woman remained silent.

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