Published: December 25, 2024
“Disciple, bring this Demon Soul Flower to me.”
The old man's soul emitted waves of fluctuations.
“Yes, Master!”
Mo Li carefully delivered the Demon Soul Flower to the old man. Suddenly, an invisible breeze blew by, and the Demon Soul Flower in Mo Li's hand had already fallen into the old man's mouth. Moreover, the Demon Soul Flower released waves of demonic power, quickly merging into the old man's body.
“Master, can you now teach me the Divine Soul Technique?
And what you mentioned about the heavenly transformation…” Mo Li respectfully asked once again after seeing that the old man had swallowed the Demon Soul Flower.
“There’s no need to rush for the Divine Soul Technique. Since I’ve said I would grant you the heavenly transformation, I will naturally do so. Wait for me to refine this Demon Soul Flower first,” the old man's soul continuously echoed, “This Demon Soul Flower absorbs various dark energies to grow. While it can nourish the soul, it will also poison the divine soul. I need to remove the toxins within it before I can refine it to nourish the divine soul. Only after my divine soul has recovered can I teach you the Divine Soul Technique.”
“Master, if the toxins in this Demon Soul Flower are too strong, will it damage your divine soul and make it even weaker?”
Mo Li knelt on the ground, his face filled with confusion, and asked respectfully.
“Hahaha, disciple, you think too much. If the toxins of the Demon Soul Flower are not removed, they will indeed affect my divine soul. But with my strength, this mere toxin from the Demon Soul Flower is hardly a challenge…” The old man laughed heartily, but this time he did not finish his sentence; his soul suddenly halted and trembled violently.
“Master, in fact, your current divine soul is not even as strong as a mid-level Demon Lord, right?”
Mo Li suddenly stood up and actually reached out to seize the black demon knife from the old man's hand.
“You, you… who exactly are you?
How do you know about the Demon Lord of a foreign race…” The old man's soul was filled with anger and terror, “And the Demon Soul Flower, you actually added Soul Poison into it without me noticing. How did you manage that? Who are you really?”
Mo Li chuckled, and bursts of demonic energy erupted from his body, “Master, you don’t even know who your disciple truly is, yet you dare to be proud?
Hahaha, what ancestors of the human race, what lucky survival? Master, if I’m not mistaken, you should be a powerful figure from the Demon Tribe, right?
Unfortunately, your disciple also has demon bloodline.”
Endless demonic energy surged from Mo Li, and the entire hall instantly became ominously cold.
“You are from a foreign race, it’s impossible! You clearly carry the bloodline of the human race… no, you are a demonic offspring formed from the union of humans and the Demon Tribe.”
The old man's soul was filled with shock.
“Master, you see it now?
Too bad it’s too late.”
Mo Li gave a strange laugh, “If you can’t even figure out the identity of your disciple, how can you grant me heavenly transformation? Just die.”
After saying this, Mo Li had already rolled up a beam of demonic light in his hand, and at the same time, the demon knife was grasped in his hand. It was precisely because he knew that the other party's divine soul had been tainted by Soul Poison that he dared to act secretly.
“Stop… Since you have the bloodline of the Demon Tribe, you cannot kill me. I am the Fear Demon Lord of the Demon Tribe. As long as you stop, I will definitely grant you the heavenly transformation. Once I recover, I will have you lead my tribe’s army and control this Heavenly Martial Continent.”
The old man shouted angrily.
Fear Demon Lord!
Mo Li was startled. Although he knew that this old man was very likely a master of the Demon Tribe, he never expected that he was actually a Demon Lord-level figure. When did Demon Lords become so easily seen?