Chapter 1577: Gamble (2/2)
“It’s a Violet Cloud Peach. It’s actually a Violet Cloud Peach…”
“A Violet Cloud Peach can assist a Saint King in breaking through to Saint Emperor. The young island master has actually used a Violet Cloud Peach as his wager. He’s squandering it…”
“Aside from sovereign Jian Chen, there’s no one else in the world who has Violet Cloud Peaches. This is a supreme treasure. Every single peach is priceless. Young island master, how can you wager something so valuable? You’re far too reckless…”
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The appearance of the immortal peach immediately caused the surrounding crowd to explode like gunpowder. They were thrown into an uproar. There was rarely a person who could remain composed when looking at an immortal peach.
At the same time, a few people managed to calm down, and the gazes they sent Shangguan Aojian became stern. Not only did the young island master possess Violet Cloud Peaches, but he declared that he would gamble it and the two woman beside him did not stop him. This clearly indicated that the two of them did not mind that Shangguan Aojian could potentially lose the peach, or maybe they did not think he would lose at all.
“Xu’er’s already lost,” thought Changyang Ba. There was no need for the fight. He already knew the outcome. He even believed that the young island master had already ingested an immortal peach.
However, Changyang Xu did not reach the same conclusion. His eyes reddened at the sight of the immortal peach in Shangguan Aojian’s hands. He knew that all immortal peaches came from his uncle. However, even as the young master of the changyang clan, having consumed countless heavenly resources across the years, he had never seen the legendary Violet Cloud Peach let alone owned one.
Even his grandfather did not have one.
“I must win this fight. I have to win no matter what the price is. I must obtain the Violet Cloud Peach.” Changyang Xu drooled inside. The Violet Cloud Peach was the only shortcut to Sainthood. If he obtained it, he would quickly become a powerful expert.
Changyang Xu immediately began to move. He wielded his Saint Weapon and aggressively charged toward Shangguan Aojian as a blur. His Saint Weapon was a sword that was two fingers wide. Wind-attributed Saint Force coiled around it as he stabbed at Shangguan Aojian’s chest as quickly as he could.
Shangguan Aojian smiled as if he was watching a jest. He stood there without dodging or using any protective energies either. He was a sitting duck.
When Changyang Xu’s sword struck Shangguan Aojian, his clothes turned to tatters, but there was not a single wound on his body. Changyang Xu’s full powered attack could not even make it through Shangguan Aojian’s skin.