Transmigrated Scoundrel's Exchange System

The Azure Messenger's eyes burned with fury as he stared at the servant, utterly confused and outraged by the apparent deception. The servant gave a smug smile, and then, suddenly, his face distorted as a tattoo of a crimson snake appeared on his neck. In an instant, the servant disappeared, leaving behind nothing but shock and anger.

Realization dawned on the Azure Messenger that he had been played, and his anger soared to new heights. As a cultivator of the Spirit Harmony Realm, his fury caused the very room to vibrate with destructive energy. The building quaked under the immense power emanating from him, and the room could no longer withstand the pressure. It exploded in a deafening blast, sending shockwaves throughout the entire structure.

The other cultivators in the auction house felt the earth-shattering force, especially Xue Lian of crimson serpents, who was in an adjoining room. He quickly used his Qi to protect his subordinates as the violent tremors threatened to bring the building down on top of them. In the Royal faction, an elderly man stepped forward to protect the Crown Prince. As the old man released his Qi, everyone realized that he was none other than the ancestor of the Royal faction of the Mystic Sky Kingdom.

Xue Lian and the Royal Ancestor instructed their subordinates to evacuate immediately. The Crown Prince, his advisors, and the members of the Crimson Serpents all hurried out of their respective rooms room and made their escape. On the other side, other guests of the auction also rushed to leave the building. The only people who remained in the auction house were those with cultivation levels of Earth Immortal and above.

With the rooms no longer shielded by their Qi, the Ancestor and Xue Lian burst through the ceiling and flew directly out of the building. The moment they emerged, an overwhelming surge of Azure Qi swallowed the entire structure. The Azure Messenger followed, fuming with rage, with the members of the Aurelian Dragons close behind him.

Behind Xue Lian stood the Immortals of the Crimson Serpents. The Royal Ancestor stood alone, his gaze fixed on the two Spirit Harmony Realm Immortals. He slowly drifted away, knowing that a fierce clash between these powerful cultivators was inevitable.

It was fortunate that the auction had been held away from the capital; otherwise, the fallout from their confrontation would have caused significant damage to the city.

As the Azure Messenger and Xue Lian locked eyes, they released their full power, the air crackling with tension and energy. The Azure Messenger spoke, his voice filled with venom, "We've had enough of your treachery, Crimson Serpents. Today, you will lose members."

Xue Lian scoffed, unimpressed. "You can try, but it will be you who loses."

Without another word, the Azure Messenger charged toward the Crimson Serpents at breakneck speed, the Immortals of the Aurelian Dragons following close behind. Prepared for the onslaught, the Crimson Serpents launched themselves into the fray.

A devastating battle ensued between the Crimson Serpents and the Aurelian Dragons. The immense power of the Spirit Harmony Realm cultivators shook the very earth, tearing through the landscape and transforming the terrain. Trees were uprooted, and the ground split open as if the world itself was being torn apart. The noise of their fierce struggle reverberated for thousands of miles, instilling awe and terror in anyone who heard it.

The Azure Messenger and Xue Lian clashed in the sky, their weapons meeting in a dazzling display of sparks and energy. Each blow seemed to contain the force of a thousand storms, and the sheer power behind their attacks was enough to shatter mountains.

The two Spirit Harmony Realm cultivators were locked in a brutal dance of destruction, neither willing to concede an inch to the other. As they traded blows, their respective factions engaged in fierce combat all around them. Swords met with deafening clangs, and Qi techniques were unleashed, tearing through the air like deadly storms. The battlefield was a cacophony of chaos and destruction, a testament to the sheer might of these warring factions.

The Immortals of the Crimson Serpents fought with ferocity and determination, their eyes blazing with the desire for victory. Each strike they landed on their enemies was imbued with the full force of their cultivation, seeking to eradicate the Aurelian Dragons from the face of the earth.

The Aurelian Dragons were no less fierce in their counterattacks, their azure-colored Qi swirling around them like an impenetrable barrier. They met the strikes of the Crimson Serpents head-on, refusing to be bested by their opponents. Their indomitable will was evident in every motion as they pushed back against the relentless assault of the Crimson Serpents.

In the midst of this earth-shattering conflict, the Azure Messenger and Xue Lian continued to trade blows, neither willing to give an inch. They were locked in a deadly struggle, their powers seemingly evenly matched. The very air around them seemed to crackle with the intensity of their combat as they sought to overpower one another and emerge victorious.

But as the battle raged on, the destruction it brought began to take its toll on the surrounding landscape. The once lush and vibrant area was now a desolate wasteland, scarred and devastated by the titanic forces unleashed by the warring factions. Mountains crumbled to dust, rivers evaporated, and great chasms formed in the earth, leaving behind a testament to the destructive power of these formidable cultivators.

As the battle reached its climax, the Azure Messenger and Xue Lian both mustered every ounce of their power for one final, decisive strike. With a deafening roar, they charged at each other, their weapons meeting in a blinding flash of light that seemed to illuminate the entire world. The impact of their clash sent shockwaves rippling outwards, leveling everything in their path.

For a moment, it seemed as though time itself had stopped, the entire world holding its breath in anticipation of the outcome. And then, with a final, cataclysmic explosion, the two Spirit Harmony Realm cultivators were sent hurtling backward, their weapons shattered, and their bodies battered and bruised.

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