Martial Master

“You don’t need to thank me, Demon Tribe member. Everyone deserves to be killed, and our sect is just doing what we ought to do; it has nothing to do with your Tianlei City.”

The Master of the Illusory Demon Sect glanced at the black slave coldly as she spoke, seemingly addressing both the black slave and herself.

Her cultivation was in the path of ruthlessness, yet earlier, when she saw the Demon Tribe attacking Tianlei City and realized it was the territory of the Broken Dust Martial Emperor's disciple, she could not suppress the anger within her and acted recklessly.

However, after taking action, her heart calmed down. Her previous actions clearly contradicted her own path; despite being a heartless person, she found herself caring for Tianlei City because of a young man. Such a thing could not be allowed to happen.

If she did not kill Shangguan Xi’er, she had to resolutely continue down this path, remaining a heartless person and becoming a ruthless being. Otherwise, if her heart was broken, she did not know if she still had the courage to continue on this road.

For three hundred years, she had wandered between humanity and ghosthood, enduring greatly.

If not for her obsession and the determination to kill Shangguan Xi’er, she would have preferred to sink into despair rather than continue to endure; that feeling was too painful.

The black slave looked at the Master of the Illusory Demon Sect, somewhat dazed.

Before him stood the Master of the Illusory Demon Sect, one of the top powers in the continent, a top expert at the Semi-Saint level, a being that commanded the world with authority.

Yet, for some reason, at this moment, he could perceive a trace of loneliness in the Master of the Illusory Demon Sect.

This was a proud person, high above yet lonely, with no one who could understand her; her heart must be exceedingly cold and painful.

The black slave had once been a person filled with hatred, and he had a feeling that the Master of the Illusory Demon Sect might be of the same kind as his former self.

This feeling surged, and the black slave was taken aback.

How could this be possible?

The person before him was the Master of the Illusory Demon Sect, the leader of the continent’s top power, a master at the Semi-Saint level. What kind of deep hatred could exist that even her identity and strength could not avenge?

“No matter what, this time it was thanks to the Master of the Illusory Demon Sect’s intervention. If not for you, Tianlei City would surely have fallen into a dire situation. I wonder if the master needs anything; as long as I can do it, I will not refuse.”

The black slave hurriedly calmed himself and spoke respectfully.

Such a master was not something he could speculate or pry into, and he also wanted to cultivate a good relationship with such a top expert for Tianlei City.

“Need?” The Master of the Illusory Demon Sect laughed, seeming to hear a joke: “What do you think you have that could satisfy our sect’s needs?”

“This…”

The black slave forced a bitter smile.

It was indeed true; as a mere overseer of Tianlei City, what could he offer to satisfy her?

“Actually, it’s not that there isn’t.”

But suddenly, a light flashed in the Master of the Illusory Demon Sect’s eyes.

The black slave quickly raised his head, his expression respectful.

The Master of the Illusory Demon Sect hesitated for a moment before gritting her teeth and saying, “I wonder when your Tianlei City’s City Lord Qin Chen will return. I have matters to discuss with him.”

When she said this, it was as if she had exhausted all her strength and let out a sigh of relief.

It truly was because of Chen Shao.

The black slave forced a bitter smile; he had been puzzled about why the Master of the Illusory Demon Sect, who had no ties with Tianlei City, suddenly helped them, especially since there had been no interactions even during the time in the Ancient Demon Land.

Now, the black slave understood: it was still because of Chen Shao.