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As he spoke, Xiahou Zhan secretly rejoiced in his heart.

"I never thought that Chen Yu's luck would be so good, if I did not propose a distribution, I'm afraid it would be too late. And to think that people would be able to see through him and win him over to their side. Otherwise, how would they be able to find such a good opportunity to split so many treasures! "

In front of his eyes, a huge opportunity loomed.

"Even dead people can't tell others." Chen Yu's eyes flickered with ice-cold killing intent.

Hearing this, Xiahou Zhan's eyes suddenly revealed a trace of panic.

"Chen Yu, you and I are both in the realm of Seventh Stage of the Martial Dao, it would not be that easy to kill me."

While speaking, Xiahou Zhan continued:

"Moreover, although I am not your opponent, I wholeheartedly want to escape so you cannot keep me here. Once I leave the desert and spread the news that you got the sandbandit's treasures, with your insignificant Chen Family disciple, wanting to protect these things, would be wishful thinking! "

"So, I advise you to put an end to your thoughts of silencing me and give me half of it. That way, you can at least leave some of it behind!" Xiahou Zhan forced himself to remain calm.

"Are you sure I can't keep you here!" As he spoke, Chen Yu released all of the aura on his body.

The pressure of the eighth stage of the Martial Dao instantly pressured Xiahou Zhan to the point that he couldn't breathe.

"How …" "How is this possible?!" Xiahou Zhan said in fear, "How did you manage to reach the 8th stage of the Martial Dao realm!"

"I'll wait for you to go to hell and ask Hades!"

With that said, a red sword aura flew out from Chen Yu's hand.

The Sword Qi was sharp, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced through Xiahou Zhan's neck.

Pfft.

Xiahou Zhan was like a rooster whose throat had been cut, his right hand held onto his neck and twitched non-stop.

However, no matter how hard he tried to block the blood from flowing out of the wound, the wound on his neck still wouldn't stop.

After a while, Xiahou Zhan took his last breath, his eyes filled with regret as he died.

"I never thought that Xiahou Zhan would actually be so greedy." When Chen Xiner, who was standing at the side saw that Chen Yu had killed Xiahou Zhan, not only did he not feel that Chen Yu was cruel, he even sighed lightly.

"He's just a retard. Even if he doesn't die, he won't achieve anything big!" After he finished speaking, Chen Yu took the Everlasting Golden Pellet out of Xiahou Zhan's hands and gave it to him.

"Find a quiet place and I'll help you refine the Everlasting Golden Pellet. Once you've digested all the medicinal power, we'll return to the Martial Imperial Manor!"

"Alright!" After Chen Xiner nodded her head deeply, she glanced at the raging flames of war in Lou Lan City and turned to leave.

After walking out of the desert, Chen Xiner and Chen Yu arrived at an empty valley.

After the two of them found a quiet place, Chen Xiner sat upright on the ground and activated her own Zhen Qi to refine the Everlasting Golden Pellet.

As for Chen Yu, he quietly stayed by Chen Xiner's side to prevent being disturbed by other things.

After an entire day and night, Chen Xiner finally opened her eyes.

A ray of light shot out from Chen Xiner's eyes.

At this time, Chen Xiner's body emitted a formless majesty.

It was the aura of a martial arts expert!

Peak of Seventh Stage of the Martial Dao!

Just a tiny bit more and one would be able to advance to the eighth stage of martial arts, standing at the same height as the Martial Imperial Manor's heroes!

"Big Brother Chen Yu, I feel like, I'm dreaming!" Chen Xiner maneuvered as he said: "In just a little more than ten days, I actually advanced to the peak of the Seventh Stage of the Martial Dao!"

The situation before Chen Xiner's eyes could not help but be agitated.

Because in her opinion, if not for Chen Yu's help, she would have at least needed five or six more years to cultivate to the peak of the Seventh Stage of the Martial Dao.

How many years could he live?

Moreover, a practitioner who was only thirteen or fourteen years old at the peak of the Seventh Stage of the Martial Dao, and a practitioner who was already seventeen or eighteen years old at the peak of the Seventh Stage of the Martial Dao, were two entirely different concepts.

The former was an unparalleled genius that all powers yearned for day and night.

At best, the latter was just an ordinary genius in a city.

It could be said that when the current Chen Xiner returned to the Martial Imperial Manor, her accomplishments would definitely cause others to see him in a different light.

Her future path of martial arts could be said to have limitless possibilities!

"It's only the peak of the Seventh Stage of the Martial Dao, why are you so excited!" Chen Yu slightly smiled and said:

"On this mission, we will definitely surpass Duan Chen and the others and become first place. At that time, you can even rely on your Martial King Medallion to enter Nebula Palace to cultivate. Within a month, I will definitely advance to the eighth stage of the Martial Dao! "

"Mn, I'll listen to big brother Chen Yu!" Chen Xiner nodded as he replied.

After three days and three nights of trekking, Chen Yu and Chen Xiner finally returned to the Martial Imperial Manor.

On this mission to kill the sandbandit, Chen Yu had definitely reaped the most rewards.

Even if Duan Chen, Huang He, and Zhao Yijian's group of three were to add up all the pills and instruments together, in addition to the storage bracelet and the devil sword which surpassed the artifact, they still wouldn't be able to compare to even one percent of Chen Yu's harvest.

However, Chen Yu had buried all of this deep in his heart and was making a fortune out of it.

Chen Yu and Chen Xiner had planned to rest for the night before heading to the "Hall of Reward" to report for their mission the next day.

However, when they received the news that all the disciples who participated in the mission to exterminate the sandbandit had to be at the "Hall of Reward" by today, Chen Yu and Chen Xiner did not have time to rest and directly went to the hall.

When the two of them arrived at the Main Hall of the "Tribute Hall", they realized that at least half of the disciples that returned to Martial Imperial Manor this time had lost their numbers.

Since the mission was about to end, the people in front of him should be the final number of people.

"I didn't expect that at least half of the geniuses have fallen in this mission!" Chen Yu could not help but be secretly shocked in his heart.