Capítulo 1048: Chapter 564: Dragon Devours Jiao Soul! 6-Tribulation Divine Weapon! (Part 2) The shabby Taoist hastily spoke. If the distribution is uneven, they might end up fighting again, which would be more trouble than it’s worth. If it takes too long and attracts a Yang Transformation True Master, they won’t get anything. “Then let’s leave it at that for now.” Jiang Xiong frowned slightly but nodded in agreement. The value of a Dragon Soul isn’t low either; by then, he can select one, which will surely enhance the Jiang Family’s foundation tremendously. In just a few words, the group nearly completed their distribution. Meanwhile, the onlookers around Nine Rivers started to scatter in panic after two Dragon Souls emerged, except for a few Martial Artists who were moving, seemingly wanting to get a share. But just as someone was about to speak, all four Grandmasters, including Jiang Xiong, turned their gazes toward him. After dividing the spoils, there’s no way they’d let anyone else get a share. If someone doesn’t have the sense, then they will just be sent on their way. These ants don’t qualify to share the Dragon Treasure with them. Zhang Wanshu appeared quite anxious and panicked among the crowd, trying to find traces of Chen Yuan but to no avail, fearing something might happen to him. Fresh chapters posted on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢~𝙣𝙚𝙩 Especially after the Dragon Souls emerged. The Princess of Pingyang was much more composed. With a leap, she arrived beside Zhang Wanshu and softly said: “This place is chaotic; follow me.” “Your Highness Princess, I…” Zhang Wanshu was taken aback. “Speak later, it’s so chaotic here, there might be a battle again. Do you want Chen Yuan to worry about you?” “Or do you not trust me?” “It’s not that either, it’s just… the Divine Envoy Chen told me to wait here.” Zhang Wanshu felt somewhat resistant. She still had a Divine Talisman in hand. If she revealed it, even those Dan Realm Masters wouldn’t dare provoke her, so she wasn’t too willing to follow the Princess of Pingyang, feeling somewhat uncomfortable about it. “Let’s talk less now, just come with me.” With that, the Princess of Pingyang didn’t allow her to argue, directly taking her hand, and with the guards protecting them, began to gradually retreat. In just a moment, some Jianghu Martial Artists, relying on their bit of strength and background, gathered by the shore; they were mostly Martial Artists with Gang Condensation and Reach Profound Cultivation, possessing some means. Now seeing Treasure Mountain, naturally, they were reluctant to let go. A middle-aged man, pushed forward by the crowd, looked toward the Dan Realm Masters and, with cupped fists, said: “Honored seniors, we have cultivated arduously for years but have made little progress. I hope seniors can spare some residue for us on account of our weak cultivation.” “Yes, seniors, please don’t be so extreme.” “I am a disciple of Seven Extremes Mountain in Lin’an Prefecture.” “I am from Changshan Prefecture….” “I am from the Capital…..” Voices echoed, each reporting their identity, hoping to gain some discourse privilege through it. Jiang Xiong’s eyes turned cold, he snorted lightly, just about to speak when a hoarse voice resonated in everyone’s ears around. “You… think you’re worthy!” “Indeed, you think you’re worthy? With mere Lower Three Realms cultivation, do you dare to dream of snatching treasures? You’re given a chance to leave quickly, or you’ll meet ruin and doom.” Jiang Xiong snorted in agreement, turning to find the fellow who had just spoken. It truly resonated with him. A group of low-realm martial artists thinks they are deserving of a share of the spoils? But looking around, he saw that the shabby Taoist and unadorned monk were frozen in place as if witnessing something beyond belief. Following their gaze, Jiang Xiong turned his head to see, right beside them, a man wearing a bronze ghost mask and clad in a blood-red robe, staring coldly at them. Before Jiang Xiong’s words were uttered, the shabby Taoist bowed and greeted respectfully with a horrified expression: Jiang Xiong was momentarily stunned, then froze. The guards of the Princess of Pingyang, sensing an unfathomable aura from the figure, felt their hairs stand on end, saluting with their swords: The unadorned monk quickly bowed his head as well. Jiang Xiong, facing the martial artists below, did not see, but they witnessed clearly that this blood-robed man emerged silently from the void, exuding an overwhelming aura, deep as the sea. Definitely a True Master of the Fifth Realm! Without reaching the Yang Transformation Realm, it is impossible to meld into the world. These basics they knew clearly. Jiang Xiong came to his senses and quickly saluted. “Scram, they’re not worthy of snatching things, and neither are you,” Chen Yuan fixed his gaze on the four Grandmasters, his eyes exceedingly indifferent, as if they were merely insignificant individuals. They exchanged glances, somewhat unwilling. These are True Dragon treasures, after all! If they give up now, they might regret it for a lifetime. But if they fight, without even two Heavenly Cores, going up would be courting death. The black-clad, sword-wielding man spoke first: “Senior, I am a guard of the Divine Capital Imperial City, part of the royal family.” “Senior, I come from Yang Province Taoist, Lingxu Temple.” This is a top-tier force with a True Master overseeing it. “I am a wandering monk, however…. with some connections to the Lesser Thunder Sound Temple.” “Senior, I am the Heavenly Patrol Green Envoy of Lin’an Prefecture….” Jiang Xiong looked up, seemingly feeling he couldn’t suppress the other, he continued: “Our Heavenly Patrol Bureau’s Heavenly Divine Envoy, Marquis Chen Yuan, is in Prefecture City, if….” He didn’t finish, but the implication was clear.