Chapter 13606: Fighting for the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword

Chongtian slowly raised his head, his gaze fell on the lifeless body of Dao Mo, a complex and indecipherable look flashed across his eyes, showing regret for Dao Mo's untimely death, helplessness over the tragedy of fratricide among his fellow disciples, and more importantly, worry and sadness about the future fate of the Demon Tower.

He sighed softly, his voice full of fatigue and vicissitudes, and said: "Chongxuan, if you hadn't been so stubborn and self-willed, not only would the Blade Demon not have died here, but our Demon Tower would have gained a rising star with extraordinary talent."

There was a hint of blame in his eyes. In his mind, Chongxuan, for his own selfish reasons, completely disregarded the overall interests of the Demon Tower and forcefully attacked Ling Xiao, which led to the current situation where both sides suffered losses.

"Hmph!" Zhongxuan snorted coldly, and the snort seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of anger and disdain. Without saying another word, he suddenly swung his sleeves, turned around and strode towards the direction of the hall.

The momentum was like a gust of wind that was going to sweep away everything around. Seeing this, Mosha and the others hurriedly followed him. The group looked solemn, and the atmosphere was so depressing that it seemed like water could be squeezed out, making it hard to breathe.

As we entered the hall, the luxurious decorations came into view, but for some reason, there was a gloomy and strange atmosphere. The huge chandelier hung high above our heads, emitting a dim and dim light, stretching the shadows of the people and casting them on the cold ground, adding a bit of weirdness.

Mozhi walked forward quickly, his expression respectful but with a hint of anxiety, he bowed and asked: "Master, the situation is like this now, what should we do next?" His eyes were full of confusion and bewilderment. Faced with the current complicated and difficult situation, he racked his brains but really couldn't think of how the Mo Tower could break the impasse.

"Wait!" Zhongxuan sat steadily in the main seat, leaning back slightly, with a calm expression on his face, making it hard to tell what he was thinking. He said calmly, "Next, Zhaixing Tower City will probably be in chaos for a while, so let's just wait and see."

His voice was steady and confident, as if everything was within his expectations and under his control.

"Watching a show?" Mozhi was stunned for a moment, and a blank expression instantly appeared on his face. He frowned slightly, and his mind quickly pondered the deep meaning of Zhongxuan's words. Suddenly, he thought of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword that was taken away, and his eyes suddenly lit up, and a look of sudden enlightenment appeared on his face.

He knew in his heart that the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword was definitely a hot potato. With the strength of those foreign masters, they could not control this artifact at all. At this moment, I am afraid that all the forces in the entire Zhaixing Tower City have set their sights on it. A thrilling battle for it has probably already begun quietly in the dark.

Mosha was not as thoughtful as Mozhi. He scratched his head, looking unhappy, and shouted loudly:
“Master, I really can’t understand. The Demon Lord’s Black Sky Sword is extremely precious to our Demon Tower. Are we just going to give up and not fight for it?” His eyes were full of unwillingness. In his heart, the Demon Lord’s Black Sky Sword was the key to the rise of the Demon Tower and an opportunity to change its destiny. How could he give up so easily?
Chongxuan did not answer immediately. He just sat there quietly, his eyes as deep as the abyss, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Mozhi turned his head and looked at Mosha, showing a helpless bitter smile on his face, and said earnestly: "Some things seem to be extremely powerful and can bring supreme glory and power, but in fact, they may be the beginning of a disaster. Even if we fight for it, what will happen? If we get it, will we really be invincible in the world?"

There was a hint of vicissitudes and wisdom in his voice, trying to make Mosha understand the interests involved.

Mosha listened, but still didn't take it seriously. He frowned and said solemnly: "This sword is not ordinary. If we can get it, at least the strength of the Demon Tower will be further improved!"

His eyes were full of determination and persistence. He firmly believed that the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword could bring about earth-shaking changes to the Demon Tower and allow it to dominate the Star-Picking Tower City.

Mozhi shook his head slightly, the bitter smile on his face became more intense, and said:

"Go up a level? I think before we become stronger, the entire Demon Building will be uprooted and completely destroyed! That is not a treasure, but a bomb that can explode at any time. If we rush to fight for it, it will definitely bring disaster to the Demon Building. Don't say anything more, just wait and see what happens."

His voice was full of worry and concern, and he was well aware of the huge crisis hidden behind the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword.

"But didn't we come here for this treasure in the first place?" Mosha continued to ask. His eyes were full of confusion and bewilderment. He really didn't understand why he had to give up now. Wouldn't all his previous efforts be in vain?
"Of course I want the treasure, but not now. Moreover, even if I get it, I must not let anyone know." Chongxuan finally spoke again. His voice was low and powerful, as if he was announcing a major decision concerning the life and death of the Demon Tower.

"Okay, it's settled. Everyone go back and have a good rest and wait for the right time." He waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave. Everyone nodded and dispersed.

Outside the Zhaixing Tower, the wind howled like wild beasts that had broken free from their shackles, charging across the sky and earth. The surrounding trees could not withstand the raging wind and were blown to the ground, with branches and leaves whipping against each other, making a "crunching" sound that was mournful and sad, as if it was a sad song for this cruel struggle that was about to break out.

The dust on the ground was swept up by the strong wind and rolled wildly, making the whole world filled with a suffocating depression and tension. In this chaotic battlefield, five figures crisscrossed like ghosts, and a thrilling life-and-death struggle was launched around the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword.

The Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword was like a demon in the dark night, emitting a deep black light all over its body. Within this light, there was a powerful and evil force surging faintly, as if silently announcing its extraordinary and domineering nature to all things in the world.

Among the five, the sturdy man holding the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword was particularly eye-catching. He was burly and strong, like a towering hill, as if he could support the sky. Every muscle of his was tense, as if made of steel, bulging high, exuding a chilling sense of power.

Under the dim sky, his bronze skin glowed with a wild sheen, like a god of war walking out of an ancient battlefield. At this moment, his face was full of determination and fierceness, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, across his dusty and bloodstained cheeks, dripped onto the dry land, and disappeared in an instant.