Chapter 13693: The Three Kings of the Dark Cult

Chapter 13693: The Thirteen Kings of the Underworld

"Hand over the treasure and we will leave. If you don't hand it over, it won't be a simple matter of both sides being destroyed, but your Zhaixing Tower will be destroyed!" The high priest's tone suddenly became heavier, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he threatened without disguising it.

When the owner of Zhaixing Tower heard this, he sighed slightly and groaned inwardly.

She looked at the high priest again, a trace of helplessness in her eyes, and said sincerely: "It's not that I'm afraid of you, I just don't want to take the blame. Yu Zhengqi didn't give the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword to our Zhaixing Tower. If the high priest doesn't believe it, I can swear on my inner demon!"

The Star Picking Tower Master knew that the power of the Holy Hall was far beyond imagination, and its profound background and terrifying strength were incomparable to the Qin family. As long as he was not stupid, he would never want to be an enemy of the Holy Hall and get caught up in this endless dispute.

Hearing this, the originally deep eyes of the High Priest of the Zhenling Palace Holy Hall narrowed slightly like cold stars shrouded in the night, and a trace of barely perceptible suspicion flashed in his eyes. At this moment, his heart was like a calm lake with a stone thrown into it, rippling layers upon layers.

"I swear by my inner demon!" These words, like a heavy hammer, echoed in his heart. He knew too well the weight of this oath. It was no joke. Once someone swore by their inner demon, if what they said was false, the inner demon would be like a raging evil beast, instantly invading their soul.

By then, the soul will be swallowed by endless pain and darkness, and the whole person will fall into an irretrievable situation, completely reduced to a walking corpse.

Thinking of this, the high priest couldn't help but wonder, could it be that the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword was really not in the Star Picking Tower? This made his original firm belief begin to waver, and doubts spread rapidly in his heart like vines.

Immediately, the expression on the high priest's face suddenly changed, and he smiled coldly. In that smile, there was a bit of sinisterness and determination, like the cold wind in winter, which made people shudder.

"Master Zhaixing is truly amazing. He would rather injure himself than not protect the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword. If that's the case, then you can't blame me."

His voice was low and cold, as if it came from the Netherworld, and his words were full of dissatisfaction and murderous intent towards the Star Picking Tower Master. After he finished speaking, he slowly raised his hands and clapped them lightly in the air. This seemingly random action seemed to contain some mysterious signal.

As the high priest clapped his hands, a blinding white light suddenly appeared in the sky. The white light was like the rising sun, but it carried a chilling aura.

The light gradually faded, and a group of people suddenly appeared there. This group of people exuded a strong aura, and everyone's eyes were cold and arrogant. They were dressed in uniform, and the unique church logo on their clothes shone with a cold luster under the sunlight.

A closer look revealed that they were also from the Holy Hall, but judging from the aura they exuded, their strength far exceeded that of the Holy Hall of Zhenling Mansion. Their appearance instantly made the atmosphere of the entire battlefield more depressing, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on everyone's hearts.

When the Star Picking Tower owner saw this scene, her originally calm expression suddenly turned extremely ugly. Her eyes hidden behind the mask were full of shock and anger. She already knew in her heart that this time, things had fallen into a desperate situation and there was no way to explain it.

The Holy Hall obviously wanted to use the matter of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword to find an excuse to completely destroy the Zhaixing Tower. There was no other explanation. Perhaps the high-level officials of the Holy Hall had confirmed that the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword was not in their hands, but they still held on to this matter, simply to eliminate the potential threat of the Zhaixing Tower.

The Star Picking Tower Master stared at the high priest intently, his eyes burning with rage, as if he wanted to burn the other person to death.

"Since we are enemies, we should kill them all, right? But your Holy Hall has underestimated my Star-Picking Tower! You will regret it!" Her voice was like a sharp sword, cutting through the sky, carrying with it endless anger and unwillingness.

"Regret?" The high priest couldn't help but laugh when he heard what the Star Picking Tower owner said, his laughter was full of ridicule and disdain. "Do you have the right to make us regret? The people who came here are from the Dazhen Dynasty Holy Temple headquarters!" His words were filled with a sense of superiority, as if in his eyes, the Star Picking Tower was already a fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

"You forced me to do this!" The Star Picking Tower Master sighed, her sigh full of helplessness and determination. She slowly turned around and said loudly to the deep black space behind her that seemed to be connected to the endless void: "Ming Xingjue, I agree to cooperate with you. Help me get rid of these bastards from the Holy Hall first!"

Her voice was firm and powerful, echoing across the battlefield, as if announcing to the Holy Church that the Star-Picking Tower would never sit still and wait for death, but would rise up in resistance.

"Hahaha, my little star, why didn't you say that earlier? I'll help you kill those bastards from the Holy Temple!" A wanton and arrogant laugh suddenly rang out, as if a thunder exploded in the sky above this depressing battlefield.

The laughter was filled with endless boldness and unruliness, echoing between heaven and earth, causing pain in everyone's eardrums. Following the laughter, a group of men in black slowly walked out of the originally deep and dark space that seemed to be connected to the Netherworld.

They exuded a mysterious and strange aura, their steps were neat and steady, and every step they took caused the ground to tremble slightly, as if their arrival had broken the original tranquility of this world.

Among the group of men in black, the leader was particularly eye-catching. His long hair was flying freely, like black silk dancing in the wind. He was dressed in black, which fit his body tightly, making his posture look tall and free.

His face was handsome and evil, with a red mole between his eyebrows, like the brightest star in the night sky. Not only did it not destroy his overall temperament, but it made him exude a bit of enchanting evil charm, as if he was a demon walking out of the darkness, with an irresistible charm and deterrence.

"Ming Xingjue? You are Ming Xingjue from the Ming Cult!" The high priest's originally calm face turned pale as paper in an instant, as if he had seen a ghost. His eyes were wide open, full of fear and disbelief, and his voice was trembling slightly due to shock.

He never expected that at this critical moment, someone from the Underworld Cult would suddenly appear, and the one who appeared was one of the famous Thirteen Kings of the Underworld Cult - Ming Xingjue.

According to legend, in the distant past, after the fall of the Demon Lord, he left behind four treasures of the Demon Sect that were more terrifying than the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword. And the leader of the Underworld Cult, by chance, got one of them.

With the help of this treasure, the leader of the Underworld Cult founded the Underworld Cult, which started a bloody storm in the martial arts world, killing people on all sides. His reputation frightened countless people.