Chapter 13282: Locking the Fortress of the Martial Arts Road

Wang Zhenshou nodded, a smile on his face. That smile contained a hint of relief, but also a hint of subtle depth.

"Don't worry!" He said in a firm tone, as if he was using this sentence to build a solid line of defense for the doubts in Zhao Heng's heart.

"Think about it, with the proud and unyielding character of the Palace Master, how could he disdain to snatch a child's treasure? That is not his style. Besides, the Palace Master's mind is as clear as a mirror, and he knows it very well.

If such a treasure was really easy to obtain, it would have fallen into the hands of someone else long ago. How could it fall into the hands of that kid by such a coincidence?

There must be a master secretly helping behind this, there is no doubt about that. The Lord of the Palace is not stupid, and he will not go to the trouble of provoking a powerful enemy whose strength is unknown. That would undoubtedly be asking for trouble. "

Having said that, Wang Zhenshou's expression suddenly became solemn, his brows furrowed, as if he had thought of something worrying.

“Although the Lord has no intention of snatching the treasure, the human heart is hard to predict.” He sighed and continued.

"I'm afraid that some people will become greedy and disregard the overall situation, acting without authorization. This will not only ruin the big plan, but also involve our entire Demon Suppression Mansion in unnecessary disputes. If that happens, it will be really troublesome."

Zhao Heng's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "How dare they?" His eyes flashed with anger and disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that there were people in this world who dared to be so bold.

Wang Zhenshou sighed softly, his voice low and gentle: "In their opinion, Lord Fuzun will not do this for a person who is dying.

After all, in their eyes, a dead genius has no value, do you understand? In their eyes, life is just a game, the winner is the king, the loser is the enemy, and once you die, you die, and there will be no chance to turn over again. "

Zhao Heng heard this, a trace of unwillingness and stubbornness flashed in his eyes, he shook his head violently and refuted:

"That may not be the case! The Lord of the Palace may not care, but the Young Master will definitely seek revenge. With the love that the Lord of the Palace has for the Young Master, if he learns of this, he will definitely come forward to seek justice for Ling Xiao."

His tone was full of trust in the Young Master and respect for Lord Fu Zun.

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhenshou gave a bitter smile, which was filled with helplessness and sadness:

“That being said, those people don’t know that Young Master and Ling Xiao are brothers in life and death. In their eyes, Young Master and Ling Xiao are just two young people with no relationship.

They would never have thought that the young master would stir up a bloody storm because of the death of a friend. This is the indifference and ignorance of human hearts. "

Zhao Heng was silent, his eyes became deep and complicated. He understood that although Wang Zhenshou's words were cruel, they were true. In this world where the strong are respected, the weak can only be slaughtered without any resistance.

Wang Zhenshou patted Zhao Heng's shoulder gently. That action showed both the care of an elder for a younger person and a heavy trust and expectation.

"Go," he said earnestly, his eyes flashing with determination and encouragement, "Protect Ling Xiao well, he is the future of our Demon Suppression House, and we cannot afford to lose him. But remember, don't act rashly, just follow him secretly.

After all, although Ling Xiao is young, he is very powerful and has had many adventures. Ordinary people cannot pose a real threat to him. You just need to ensure that he is safe, which is the best help."

Zhao Heng nodded slightly, his eyes flashing with determination and resolve. He knew that he had a heavy responsibility, but at the same time, he was full of confidence and admiration for Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao's extraordinary talent and extraordinary experience have long been a legend in the Demon-Suppressing Mansion. As Ling Xiao's predecessor, it is his responsibility to protect such a monster.

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The Soul Clan's stronghold, the place shrouded in countless darkness and evil, lurks quietly at the other end of the Ten Thousand Demons Cemetery.

Ling Xiao and his companions, after overcoming many hardships and dangers, crossed the vast wilderness and steep mountains and walked for seven days and seven nights before they finally saw a terrifyingly huge fortress on this cursed land.

This fortress is completely different from the majestic and solemn Demon-Suppressing Mansion. It exudes an indescribable exotic charm, but within this charm, there is a bit of creepy weirdness.

The walls of the fortress were made of huge black stones. These black stones seemed to absorb all the light around them, making the entire fortress look particularly gloomy in the afterglow of the setting sun.

On the fortress, there are all kinds of strange patterns carved, including distorted human faces, snarling monsters, and strange runes. Each pattern seems to contain some kind of evil power. Just one glance at it will make people feel a chill in their hearts and their hair stand on end.

On both sides of the fortress are two huge mountains, standing there quietly like two guardian gods.

These two mountains are towering into the clouds, stretching as far as the eye can see. The mountains are covered with snow all year round, and it looks like a world sealed by ice and snow.

And in those snow-capped mountains, monsters are rampant. They roar or scream, and their sounds echo through the valleys, making people tremble with fear.

Each of these magical beasts possesses unimaginable power. If an ordinary warrior dares to step into this area, he will probably be torn into pieces by these magical beasts in an instant.

Even if one is a strong person in the realm of heaven and man, if he is not sufficiently prepared and strong, he will suffer losses if he goes up, and may even never be able to come down.

Therefore, this fortress standing in the cemetery of ten thousand demons naturally became the almost only passage to reach the Soul-Suppressing Palace.

For the warriors of the Demon-Suppressing Mansion, it is simply a foolish dream to leave this cursed land and travel to the vast world outside without passing through this fortress.

The existence of the fortress is like an insurmountable natural barrier, isolating the Demon-Suppressing Mansion from the outside world.

In a sense, this move by the Soul Clan is undoubtedly a blockade of the Demon Suppression Mansion.

Not only did they block the open road to the Demon-Suppressing Mansion, they also blocked its road to advancement, as if they wanted to lock the Demon-Suppressing Mansion in this fixed space, so that the warriors of the Demon-Suppressing Mansion would never be able to come into contact with the outside world, and would not be able to see the wider world.

This blockade is undoubtedly a form of suppression and restriction on the warriors of the Demon Suppression Mansion, forcing them to linger on in this cursed land and unable to spread their wings and fly high.

Ling Xiao stood at the front of the team, his eyes fixed on the gloomy fortress in front of him, an excitement that was hard to conceal in his eyes.

For him, this fortress is not just a hurdle, but also a challenge and an opportunity to prove himself.