Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!

Chapter 693 - 379: The Weather Turns Cold—Let the Yuzhu Demons Vanish!

Feng Ling’er said, "Do you think the Mo Sect will agree to such terms?"

Duan Yun replied, "That depends on whether they understand an old saying."

"What old saying?" the Murong brothers asked curiously.

"A wise man submits to circumstances."

Duan Yun looked at the Murong brothers and said, "If they dare to pretend to agree and then betray us, then we fight, until this land bears the name of chivalry, until complete victory!"

Upon hearing this, the Murong brothers suddenly felt that their previous arrogance paled in comparison.

How does one casual phrase from Old Demon Duan exude such domineering aura?

Secretly comparing, they even felt their own display of arrogance earlier seemed a bit overdone.

Could it be that Old Demon Duan is also a genius in being dominant?

Why add the word "also"?

....

Wangchun City, Mo Sect’s Black Tower.

As the muscle-bound oxen at the bottom level pulled the mechanism, a pitch-black cage carried the Third Elder, Gu Tian, upwards.

This cage had two hollow sections, through which the intricate patterns allowed a view of the outside scenery.

The closer this "Cloud Ladder" got to the top, the farther he could see.

It could be said that the entire Wangchun City lay beneath his gaze.

This city would forever belong to the Mo Sect!

He suppressed the anger in his heart with difficulty.

With the Mo Sect’s strength, he shouldn’t have felt so humiliated today, having to negotiate with lunatics.

The key point was that even after bargaining, they gained no advantage.

Thinking of the bloody words and marks on his sister-in-law’s back made him feel humiliated.

This humiliation surely wouldn’t take long to spread everywhere.

And all of this could only be washed away with blood.

He would make those newly emerged evil demons understand the meaning of overestimating their abilities.

With a clang, the Cloud Ladder touched the top, striking a copper bell, indicating they had reached the highest level of the Black Tower.

Gu Tian walked inside, a somber expression on his face.

Before him was a stone door.

An incredibly thick stone door, through which intense sounds emanated.

The Second Elder, Li Mofei, was in there in seclusion.

This seclusion did not mean complete isolation; brief communication was possible.

Today, as he went to negotiate, Brother Li briefly instructed him to bring his sister-in-law back.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t succeeded.

The person inside had already sensed his presence, and the intense roaring noise ceased.

"Did you bring her back?"

Li Mofei’s voice came from within, carrying a certain terrifying animalistic quality.

"No," Gu Tian replied.

"What happened?"

"That madman was impervious to reason and even made outrageous demands, doing things on my sister-in-law’s body...."

Li Mofei’s voice continued—"Go on, this won’t affect me."

So, Gu Tian recounted everything that had happened today, especially mentioning the bloody words carved on Leopard Print Aunt Xue’s body and the unique mark of the Green Blade Demon, his voice growing hoarse.

The inside remained silent.

A terrifying silence.

Gu Tian even worried if Brother Li had died from anger?

After all, hearing such things at a critical moment could be too much to handle.

"Very well, they are doing wonderfully!"

Suddenly, Li Mofei’s voice rang out.

Immediately followed by a dense thrumming noise.

As if countless drums were simultaneously beaten, causing even the sturdy Black Tower to tremble, and the metal objects within to hum.

Behind the heavy door, stood a man with bloodshot eyes, his muscles trembling vigorously.

As the trembling continued, the "egg" within his flesh was crazily shifting.

In the next moment, as the movement reached its peak, his muscles swiftly transformed into strips, bursting forth.

In an instant, the man seemed to have grown numerous flesh daggers, continuously piercing the walls, accompanied by terrifying sounds.

The weather has turned cold; let Yuzhu and the multitude of demons vanish!

Know to enter the Demon Cave.

Come to demand someone back.

A foot pressed beneath, like a demon!

Courting death!

Flying Thunder God!