Chapter 13608 The treasure changes hands again

Chapter 13608 The treasure changes hands again
These strong men exuded a powerful and terrifying aura, which was like a materialized wave, surging and spreading in all directions. Their eyes were full of murderous intent, cold and cruel, as if they were ready to tear Luo Jia and others into pieces and devour them at any time.

The four injured people were filled with fear when they saw this, and the fear completely overwhelmed them like a tide. They looked at each other, and a trace of despair flashed in their eyes, which was despair for life and helplessness for fate.

One of them sighed and said helplessly: "Let's give up! If we go on like this, we will all die here." After that, they supported each other, dragged their exhausted bodies, and slowly left the bloody battlefield step by step. Their backs looked extremely lonely and desolate.

Luo Jia watched all this and knew in his heart that if he didn't hand over the treasure today, he might really die here. His eyes were full of resentment and anger. The resentment pierced his heart like thorns, and the anger surged in his body like magma.

But in front of this absolute strength, he also felt deeply powerless, as if he was like a flying insect trapped in a spider web, unable to escape no matter how hard he struggled. He slowly loosened his grip on the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, and the pain in his heart increased with each loosening, and a look of pain and distortion appeared on his face.

"Here you go!" Luo Jia squeezed out these words from between his teeth, his voice as low as a muffled drum struck by a heavy hammer, wrapped in endless resentment and anger. He clenched his teeth, his cheeks bulged high, as if hiding a ferocious beast ready to devour someone.

The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in his hand was his only obsession at the moment. His knuckles turned white from excessive force and every blue vein seemed to be about to burst through the skin, highlighting his inner struggle and unwillingness.

His eyes were wide open, burning with rage, and his gaze was like a pair of sharp blades, stabbing fiercely at the Holy Envoy and the people from the Zhengqi Hall in front of him, wishing to tear them into pieces.

However, the gap in reality is like a chasm, and the disparity in strength makes him realize that resistance is futile. In this cruel world where the strong prey on the weak, the only rule is for the strong to be respected.

Once upon a time, he was able to snatch the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword from Ling Xiao thanks to his own powerful strength; but now, times have changed, and he can only watch the sword fall into the hands of others.

Finally, he slowly loosened his hand, and the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword, which was shining with a strange light, seemed to be mocking his misery under the reflection of the sunlight.

Luo Jia turned around abruptly, his steps staggering but resolute.

He knew very well that even if the five of them gathered together at this moment, facing the fierce army of the Holy Envoy and the Righteousness Hall, they would be no match for each other and would have no chance of winning. The feeling of unwillingness and powerlessness in his heart surged in his chest like a surging tide, but he could not find an outlet to vent.

Beside the Holy Envoy, Yu Zhengqi's brows were twisted into a knot, and he said with a worried look on his face: "Sir Holy Envoy, if we let that kid go so easily, he will definitely bear a grudge and take revenge on us in the future."

The Saint Envoy Zhuxue raised a disdainful sneer at the corner of his mouth, his nostrils slightly raised, and with his innate arrogance, he said proudly: "He is just a small scum like an ant. Do you think this Saint Envoy will take him seriously? You should have heard of my name - Zhuxue! How can a person who chases blood be afraid of revenge? If he dares to come, I will make him bleed on the spot, and his blood will become the nutrients for my advancement!"

Before he finished speaking, his right hand stretched out like lightning, his five fingers bent like hooks, a sharp whistle rang out in the air, and he directly grasped the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword firmly in his hand. Then, his whole body was filled with energy, the space was distorted, and he disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

As the Holy Envoy left, the strong men of Zhengqi Hall displayed their skills and transformed into streams of light, disappearing into the sky in the blink of an eye.

In the Demon Tower, Zhongxuan sat on the main seat with a meaningful sneer on his face, and slowly said, "I have said it before, this Demon Lord Black Sky Sword is a peerless treasure, how can it be easily possessed? Without sufficient strength, even if you get it, it will only be a hot potato, and it will bring disaster sooner or later."

His voice echoed in the empty Demon Tower, with a hint of sarcasm, as if mocking those who tried to snatch the treasure and overestimated their own abilities.

The face of Mosha standing aside was as gloomy as the sky before a storm. He bit his lips tightly, and his hands were unconsciously clenched, with his knuckles turning white.

He couldn't help but say, "Master, our Demon Tower has been trapped in the Star-Picking Tower City for a long time and cannot break out. The root cause is that we cannot compete with the Holy Hall. Now that the Holy Envoy Zhuxue has obtained the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, his strength will surely reach a higher level and become even more terrifying. In this way, it will be extremely difficult for us to get out of this predicament in the future."

His words were full of worry and helplessness, as if he had seen the bleak future of the Demon Tower. The future of everyone in the Demon Tower seemed to be shrouded in a thick haze, with no glimmer of hope.

In the dim but solemn hall of the Demon Tower, candlelight flickered, and light and shadows danced freely on the walls. Chongxuan sat upright on the main seat, his posture as straight as a pine tree, and his aura was so strong that people dared not look directly at him.

He exuded the majesty of a superior, and his gaze seemed to be real, slowly falling on Mosha. In an instant, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining a faint smile, which contained unknown deep meanings, as if telling a secret that only he knew.

"Do you really think that the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword can be controlled so easily?" His voice was deep and mellow, like the sound of an ancient bell, echoing in every corner of the Demon Tower. "Do you think Ling Xiao is an ignorant fool?"

"Uh!" Mosha paused when he heard this. A look of surprise flashed across his face, and then a thoughtful look quickly emerged. His brows were twisted into a knot, and his eyes were full of doubts and vigilance, as if he was quickly sorting out all the past events related to Ling Xiao in his mind.

After a long silence, he gritted his teeth, his face full of resentment, and said, "That kid is slippery, like a cunning loach. Although I don't want to admit it from the bottom of my heart, he is indeed very smart, with a high mind and ruthless means, which are incomparable to ordinary people. In this dangerous and ever-changing world, if he didn't have such ability, I'm afraid he would have been killed long ago and was calculated by others to the point that nothing is left."

As Mosha spoke, he unconsciously clenched his fists, his joints turning white from the force. It was not difficult to see how frightened he was by Ling Xiao's methods.

Chongxuan heard it and laughed out loud with his head raised. His laughter was hearty and unrestrained, echoing continuously in the empty magic building, as if he was mercilessly mocking the naivety of the devil.