Chapter 163: The Secret Meeting of the Evil Cult

  The three people saw the black shadow at the far end of the long table, and they all slightly paused, then silently found their own positions on both sides of the long table and sat down.

  "Do you all know?" The black shadow did not raise its head, as if it had already sensed the arrival of the three people. A hoarse voice floated out from under the black robe.

  The shadow of a torch with flickering flames cast on the wall is eerie and sinister.

  The man sitting on the right side of the dark shadow stretched out his hand, took over the wine glass on the table, and poured himself a cup of wine by the candlelight. He had a youthful and handsome face with a head of striking silver short hair.

  The sound of the wine pouring into the cup was exceptionally clear, resonating in everyone's ears, including the four people, who all gazed at the ordinary wine cup, and the person pouring the wine had a hint of a playful smile on his lips.

  "I've heard," the man said, putting down the wine jug and raising his cup to his thin, knife-sharp lips. "What do you plan to do?" His gaze remained fixed on the wine in the cup as he slowly swirled it, creating a whirlpool-like motion with the rich liquid. His voice was nonchalant, as if what had happened meant nothing to him at all.

  His tone was truly without a hint of respect, but the black-robed man seemed to have gotten used to it and didn't get angry. Instead, he spoke in an unflappable voice: "Demon Emperor's son, it's not what I plan to do, but what we plan to do."

  The person known as the Devil's Son shrugged indifferently, indicating that he neither confirmed nor denied it, and casually said: "More or less, anyway you say goes, whatever you say we'll do."

  The man in black seemed to have been sitting for a while, slightly adjusting his body before saying: "You're like this, I'm not at ease handing over such a large heretic cult to you." His tone remained unchanged, hoarse as the sound of wind blowing through leaves.

  Mo Di Zi raised his head and drank the cup of wine in his hand, then casually threw it away. The wine cup rolled on the long table, colliding with the wine jug, making a crisp "ding" sound.

  "Hmm……" The Demon Emperor's smile deepened, his voice drew out longer, he leaned forward, his hands clasped together with fingers interlocked, his elbows resting on the table. Under his slanted bangs, those eyes that had captivated countless women sparkled like ripples, "When did I ever say I wanted to take your place?"

  Silence, as if a vacuum zone was created by sound, with no sound at all.

  In the darkness, the two people who had been silent all along straightened their backs even more, they didn't dare to speak to this lord like Mo Di Zi did.

  "You're still the same, hasn't changed a bit." The black-robed man's chest seemed to be overly broad, and yet his voice didn't change in the slightest despite the Demon Emperor's arrogance.

  "Why change? Isn't it good this way?" The Demon Emperor's son flashed a captivating smile, leaning back against the chair again. Under his silver short hair, his smile had a stunning beauty that was breathtaking.

  "You're also not young anymore, yet you still pretend to be a 17 or 18 year old youth, what's good about that?" the man in black said.

  Mo Di Zi heard this, his face didn't show anger but instead a smile, and he actually had some of the demeanor of a young man: "Seventeen or eighteen is the most glorious time in life, the body at seventeen or eighteen... is so intoxicating to me, and of course, there are also those seventeen- or eighteen-year-old girls..."

  "Alright, don't go too far." The black-robed man interrupted Mo Di Zi's words for the first time.

  The Demon Emperor's son didn't get angry, and instead smiled indifferently. He knew that every time the black-robed man interrupted him, it meant he didn't plan on chatting with him anymore. Every time this happened, the Demon Emperor's son felt a bit relieved in his heart, which was quite like the rebellious psychology of an adolescent boy. He raised both hands to his chest to indicate that he wouldn't waste any more words, but still couldn't help adding: "I'm not very old yet..."

  The man in black robes looked up and glared at him, his eyes already filled with age, yet gleaming with a fierce light, the arrogant Demon Emperor's son smiled and waved his hand, saying no more.

  "Moxiezi is dead, and with the four great wars, only three of you are left. Although Moxiezi was the weakest among you, she was still in the early stages of Wu Dou. The person who killed her must be at least in the early stages of Wu Dou as well, and such a person cannot be unknown...” The black-robed man's voice was hoarse and full of an overbearing dignity.

  At this time, the man sitting farthest from the black-robed man spoke up: "Mu Chenyin and Ru Qiu Sheng have rushed to Beidao Mountain, and Nie Han is also on Beidao Mountain." This person was Mo Ya Zi, who had a great battle with many people outside Luoyang City.

  "It won't be them, these three are quite capable, but they're still young, it'll take a few more years for them to be able to kill Mo Mei." The person next to Mo Mei, on the left of the black-robed man, took over the conversation, surprisingly also a woman, with a style completely different from Mo Mei's. This woman was like a sheathed treasure sword, with a clear and calm face.

  She is the last of the four war messengers - Moshazhi, not a good name, and in fact, she is the one with the most blood on her hands among the four war messengers, second only to Mo Di Zhi.

  The man in black nodded: "Mo Sha Zi is right, it shouldn't be the three of them. At that time, Nie Han was entangled with Ha Er Chi, and Mu Chen Yu Ru Qiu Sheng were no match for Mo Mei Zi."

  "It's said that... Ha Er Cuo, that coward, was also captured by Nie Han. I really wonder what kind of expression the King of Bei Di has on his face now..." The lazy voice of Mo Di Zi suddenly shifted the focus of the conversation.

  The man in black glared at him again, to be honest, he couldn't understand what was going on in his head either. He had a high talent, and although he was already past the age of 17 or 18, he couldn't be said to be old, but overall, there wasn't a single serious word coming out of his mouth until late at night.

  The Demon Emperor shrugged and ignored his own words, then poured himself a drink and started drinking.

  The young eagle furrowed his brow in thought, then said: "Sir, actually there were three more youngsters who went to Beidao Mountain with Murong Yunruo and Qiū Shēng, but it shouldn't be them."

  "Why can't it be them?"

  "They can't even reach the Tian Ren boundary, how are they going to kill a Wu Shuang boundary Mo Ying Zi?"

  This answer seems to have no problem, the boundary between Tianren and Wudao is separated by a legendary boundary, even if the genius against the sky can't cross this gap to kill people, let alone Yang Yuxi and others who didn't have Tianren boundary at that time.

  The man in black moved slightly and said, "Mo Yingzi, pay attention to those three people."

  The little devil's face showed some confusion, but he still responded in a low voice: "Yes."

  "What's wrong, are you suspicious?" The man in black robes observed very carefully, but his head was always lowered, and it was unknown how he discovered it.

  The young master's expression changed slightly as he said, "To be honest, I don't understand why you're interested in those three little demons."

  The man in black paused for a moment, the Demon Emperor's son on his right smiled more and more enchantingly, his warm eyes staring at the wine cup spinning in his hand, while the other side of the Demon Slayer remained motionless.

  The man in black said, "Although the cultivation of those three is not as good as that of Mu Chenyun's three, but compared to Mu Chenyun's three, who have been investigated by us many times, the information about these three young people is zero..."

  The young eagle suddenly woke up and said, "What you mean is that one of these three young people may have a great secret on their body, and this secret is so big that it can kill the demon."

  The man in black didn't speak, but the Demon Emperor's son chuckled and teased: "Little Eagle is quite clever this time..."

  Little, little hawk...

  The veins on Mo Yingzi's forehead bulged out, his fists clenched tightly, Can he bear it?!

  It turned out that he had to bear with it. The personality of the Demon Emperor's son was like this, and even if he was not very respectful to his elders, how could he be strict with himself?

  Mo Yingzi took a few deep breaths, gave Mo Di a look of "can't be bothered with you", and Mo Di joked with him. He naturally wouldn't mind joking back at Mo Di either.

  The man in black spoke up at this time: "Alright, Mo Yingzi, you go and pay attention to these three people first."

  Moyu responded with a single word, stood up and left. The moment he opened the door, he heard the voice of the black-robed person behind him: "I heard that you met your former junior this time."

  The majestic figure of Mo Yingzi trembled slightly, although his face looked to be only in his thirties, his actual age was somewhat older. He nodded: "Not deceiving you, sir, I indeed saw it."

  The man in black said: "I heard that he has cultivated the 'Tongtian Beihua Technique' which you haven't even cultivated?"

  Gaba

  The two hands in Mo Ying's sleeves clenched again, his lips were bitten white, but he didn't say a word.

  Luo Wushen was actually his former junior fellow apprentice, someone who wasn't as gifted as him, yet had successfully cultivated the "Tian Tian Beixiang Technique" that he hadn't been able to master.

  "After this matter is settled, I will come back and guide you. With your talent, it's not difficult to cultivate to the foundation." The black-robed man's faint voice came over again.

  Mo Yingzi's heart skipped a beat, and he repeated in a deep voice, "Thank you, sir." Then he took a step back and left, his posture straight and his steps more relaxed than before.

  The door closed behind him again.

  The man in black spoke again, this time his words were directed at Moshaz: "Moshaz, have you received any news about your disciple, Green Girl?"

  Mo Sha's face didn't show any ripples as he said, "None."

  "Listening to Anming say that she and Nie Han were together." The black-robed man's voice was very light, but Mo Sha Zi still detected a hint of anger.

  "Rest assured, sir, I know what to do."

  "Hmm, you've never let me down with your work. Even that thing in Haicheng a few years ago didn't leave any trouble for me. This time I still believe in you."

  "Thank you for your trust, sir." Mo Shaizi stood up and bowed, then turned and left.

  Watching the door close behind Mo Qianchi, Mo Di chuckled and said: "Is there something I can help you with? If not, I'll go back to sleep. These past few days my sleep hasn't been good, if this continues I'll get wrinkles..."

  The man in black raised his head again, and a sharp light burst out of his turbid old eyes, as strong as the Demon Emperor's son. Under this gaze, even he seemed to be nailed to the chair, unable to move.

  "Alright, alright, what is it...?" The Demon Emperor spread his hands.

  The man in black robes stared at the demon emperor's excessively handsome face, word by word: "Notify everyone and make all pre-war preparations. War is coming!"

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