No choice, now I can only follow Gao Xuan's instructions.

As for Ao Qiong's matter, Zuo Wentao decided to pretend he didn't know, and not to report to the bald monks of the Buddhist sect.

Mainly because the bald monks of the Buddhist sect are detestable, greedy, and ruthless. Reporting them would gain him no benefit. If Gao Xuan is fine, he'd instead be a villain for no reason.

Zuo Wentao made up his mind, then summoned a gust of Qingfeng and flew toward the distance.

Above the Nine Heavens, Gao Xuan didn't pay attention to Zuo Wentao. A small figure, regardless of his schemes, is insignificant under the absolute power gap.

As for the aggressive Ao Qiong, in Gao Xuan's eyes, he's just a large parcel with free shipping.

Ao Qiong didn't realize that's how Gao Xuan sees him. He held the Yuan Gui Xuanbing Divine Sword at his waist, only feeling that though the world is vast, there are few opponents.

A mere Celestial Master, he could crush with one hand. He doesn't even need to use the Divine Sword.

Ao Qiong felt quite excited at the moment. Gao Xuan is like a thorn in his flesh, not troubling him too much, but uncomfortable nevertheless.

Today, he can finally remove this thorn.

The blue electric light moved incredibly fast, crossing a thousand miles in the blink of an eye, arriving before Gao Xuan.

The electric light suddenly burst, with Ao Qiong, accompanied by the Profound Turtle and Water Patrol Yaksha, halting just a few dozen yards from Gao Xuan.

Because Ao Qiong arrived fiercely, the surrounding sea of clouds was blasted open by the impact of Primordial Qi, creating intense ripples within the dense clouds.

In terms of just appearance, Ao Qiong indeed had quite an imposing manner.

Gao Xuan was indifferent. He smiled at Ao Qiong and cupped his hands, "Running all the way here, it must have been tiring."

Ao Qiong was a bit dumbfounded; what did that mean? Why did Gao Xuan seem so friendly and cordial, as if thinking he was a guest? Surely this guy isn't that stupid!

Ao Qiong then felt very angry, I am the Sixth Prince of the North Sea Dragon Palace, and a mere Celestial Master dares to jest and mock me?

He raised his silver-white long brows, "Gao Xuan, what do you mean?"

Gao Xuan waved his hand, "Nothing special, just expressing welcome and regards for your arrival."

He said while glancing at the rippling sea of clouds, "After all, it's not easy to find this place."

In fact, this location is tens of thousands of miles above the ground. Ao Qiong being able to find him is considered Ao Qiong's skill.

Of course, Ao Qiong must have followed Zuo Wentao.

With the Nine-Revolutions Divine Cicada, not to mention Ao Qiong, even Celestial Immortals or Daluo Golden Immortals would find it hard to deduce my location. This is the strongest point of the Nine-Revolutions Divine Cicada.

As for other Divine Techniques, they are quite insignificant.

Ao Qiong indeed used the Ten Thousand Miles River Map to lock onto Zuo Wentao, and thus found Gao Xuan's exact location.

He certainly wouldn't say it outright, he simply sneered, "Hiding here is useless, offending this Crown Prince, you cannot escape death even by ascending to heaven or descending to earth!"

"Hahahaha..."

Gao Xuan laughed loudly, making Ao Qiong somewhat embarrassed.

Ao Qiong discontent, shouted loudly, "What are you laughing at, do you think I am joking with you?"

Gao Xuan lightly shook his head, "I just feel that this sentence sounds very familiar, as if many people have said it to me. That's why I laugh, not at you. Don't be offended."

He then restrained his smile and said, "Ao Qiong, I have a suggestion, Jinlin harms living beings, known as River God, yet acts like a demon. As a Celestial Master, killing him is to subdue the demon and execute justice.

"It's also my responsibility, rather than personal vendetta. Jinlin flaunts the name of the Dragon Palace, wreaking havoc, causing damage to Dragon Palace. Let's just end this matter here. We go home, and thereafter, each mind our own business."

"Daydreaming."

Before Gao Xuan finished, Ao Qiong harshly interrupted, "Just you, what qualification do you have to negotiate with me? The chance to bow and admit mistakes before was given out of respect for the Celestial Court."

Ao Xuan said coldly, "Now it's too late to say anything, you must die!"

Gao Xuan instead laughed, "Saying so much isn't for you, but to give myself a justified reason."

He sighed slightly, "In fact, why bother, it's just self-deception. You've delivered yourself to my door, I can't reject such temptation."

Gao Xuan apologetically told Ao Xuan, "Sorry, I was just being pretentious."

Ao Qiong listened in confusion, not quite understanding what Gao Xuan meant, only that it seemed he was being completely disregarded.

His silver-white vertical pupils sparkled with divine light, "Feigned mystery, deserves to die!"

Ao Qiong disliked such dialogue, and had no patience to continue talking with Gao Xuan. He opened his mouth and spat out a walnut-sized silver Dragon Pearl.

The Dragon Pearl was found within a ten-thousand-year-old clam mother deep in the North Sea, containing abundant Water Spirit Qi, and is incredibly tough.

Since childhood, Ao Qiong has cultivated with this pearl night and day. After thousands of years, this Dragon Pearl has already refined into inner water and fire power, becoming part of Ao Qiong's body.

The Dragon Race is known for their wealth, due to countless resources under the sea. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Although Ao Qiong is not favored at home, he carries over ten Immortal Artifacts.

But Ao Qiong finds these Immortal Artifacts mostly useless. Usually, he plays with them just casually. What he truly favors is this Dragon Pearl.

The silver Dragon Pearl pointed straight at Gao Xuan like a silver light. Before the silver Dragon Pearl arrived, icy aura already enveloped the eight directions.

Because the Primordial Qi shook, rolling like boiling water, the dense clouds were swept by the icy aura, instantly freezing.

The extremely yin Ice Power was so fierce that even the roaring Nine Heavens winds froze.

The condensed wind shattered like billions of glass shards, visible as sharp blade-like shapes.

Under the red sun's shine, the surging white clouds stood still, congealing into countless fragments of wind that reflect the red sunlight, presenting a beautiful, fantastical scene of brilliant, myriad shattered lights.