Published: January 3, 2025
The black flowing light descended in front of the palace, quickly landing, revealing a middle-aged man from the Demon Tribe engulfed in demonic energy. His eyes were eerily cold, emanating a faint Venerable aura.
“Who dares to intrude upon the palace of His Highness Tu Mo Yu?”
At the entrance of the palace, two peak Saint Masters from the Demon Tribe immediately spoke sharply. However, upon seeing the middle-aged man before them, their tone instantly became much more respectful: “So it’s Lord Tu Tian. Is there something you need to discuss with His Highness Tu Mo Yu?”
Tu Tian nodded: “I have important matters to discuss with His Highness Tu Mo Yu, please inform him.”
“No problem, please come in, Lord Tu Tian.”
The two guards quickly led Tu Tian into the palace. One of the guards immediately went to report, and shortly after, the reporting guard returned and said: “His Highness Tu Mo Yu invites Lord Tu Tian inside.”
Under the guidance of the guard, Tu Tian quickly made his way to the depths of the palace.
Within the endless palace, strands of black air flowed. In the center of the impenetrable darkness, a figure was seated cross-legged in a pitch-black demonic pool, surrounded by terrifying deathly demonic energy.
“Buzz!”
The black figure opened his eyes, shooting out a piercing light. If Qin Chen were present at this moment, he would certainly recognize that this person was none other than Tu Mo Yu, the Holy Son of the Demon Tribe who had already been enslaved by him.
At this moment, Tu Mo Yu was enveloped in a terrifying deathly aura, staring at Tu Tian and casually saying: “Tu Tian, I heard you wanted to see me?”
Tu Tian looked at the demonic pool where Tu Mo Yu was, filled with envy: “Your Highness Tu Mo Yu, I came today to inquire if you were aware that a general from the Wala tribe in the myriad races battlefield, Ci Tian Qiong, contacted me and mentioned that a lord from the Demon Tribe wishes to inquire about you?”
“A lord from the Demon Tribe?”
Tu Mo Yu's gaze flickered, “I have never been to the myriad races battlefield, nor have I ever heard of your subordinate, the Wala Bug Tribe. How could someone contact me through the Wala Bug Tribe? What is this person’s identity?”
Tu Tian replied: “I do not know this person’s identity either, but he…”
“Boom!”
Before Tu Tian could finish speaking, a terrifying killing intent suddenly erupted from Tu Mo Yu, instantly overwhelming Tu Tian like a tidal wave.
“You don’t even know his identity? Tu Tian, are you here to toy with me?”
Tu Mo Yu coldly said: “I have never been to the myriad races battlefield, so how could I recognize anyone from there!”
Under Tu Mo Yu's imposing aura, Tu Tian felt like a small boat in a stormy sea, his heart filled with horror. No wonder Tu Mo Yu could become a Holy Son; in terms of talent and the source power of the Demon Tribe, Tu Mo Yu was indeed far more terrifying than himself.
His expression changed, he eagerly said: “I initially thought so too, but this person insisted that I contact you. I thought…” As Tu Tian spoke, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and he coldly said: “If that’s the case, then that guy must be spouting nonsense. Indeed, Your Highness Tu Mo Yu, you have never been to the myriad races battlefield, so how could you know anyone from there? I will immediately notify my subordinate from the Wala Bug Tribe to capture that so-called Mo Chen and interrogate him about his words and actions.”
“What did you say?”
As soon as Tu Tian's words fell, with a loud rumble, Tu Mo Yu, who had been sitting cross-legged, suddenly sprang out of the demonic pool. Countless strands of black demonic energy entwined around his exposed body at that moment, transforming into a set of dark, fierce armor, resembling a demon god.
Tu Mo Yu's figure transformed into a black light and landed before Tu Tian, his face filled with seriousness, he solemnly said: “What?
What did you say?
He calls himself what?”