Chapter 13694 Withdraw

Ming Xingjue, as one of the Thirteen Kings of the Underworld Cult, has unfathomable strength. The power he displays is beyond the imagination and understanding of the high priest and the people in the Zhenling Mansion Holy Hall.

In many legends of the martial arts world, every move of Ming Xingjue was accompanied by endless killing and destruction. His name, like a devil's curse, made people tremble with fear.

"Ming Xingjue, with your strength, if you take action in this world, you will be punished by the law." The high priest calmed down, suppressed the fear in his heart, and spoke. He tried to use this to deter Ming Xingjue and make him retreat.

After all, this world has its own laws. If a powerful being like Ming Xingjue acts rashly, it is very likely that the laws of heaven and earth will backfire, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Oh, I don't want to do anything either, but the premise is that you guys get out of here right away. Although our Dark Sect is descended from the Demon Sect, our style of doing things is different from that of the Demon Sect. Even if it's the Holy Hall, if we can reach a consensus, we can still cooperate. If you know better and leave now, then forget it!"

Ming Xingjue's mouth slightly raised, revealing a wicked smile, which was cynical and playful. As he spoke, he gently waved a black folding fan in his hand, and strange runes flashed on the fan, as if telling of its extraordinaryness.

There was a hint of laziness in his eyes, yet there was also an unquestionable arrogance, as if in his eyes, the people in the Holy Hall of Zhenling Mansion were just a group of insignificant ants. If it were not for the sake of the owner of Zhaixing Tower, he would not bother to say a word to them.

The high priest was at the edge of the vortex of the battlefield, with the shouts of killing and the sounds of weapons clashing around him interweaving into a noisy melody.

His brows were furrowed and his eyes were solemn, like a wise man lost in thought. He slowly turned his head and glanced at the group of strong men dressed in temple uniforms behind him.

Some of them held magic wands, emitting mysterious spiritual power fluctuations; some wore heavy armor, and their auras were as steady as mountains. The high priest's eyes swept across their faces one by one, as if silently soliciting opinions from everyone, trying to get guidance for the next step from their expressions.

"Retreat!" After this brief silence, an ethereal and somewhat cold voice suddenly sounded. The person who spoke was a woman shrouded in soft white light. The white light was like a layer of gauze, outlining her figure vaguely, adding a bit of mystery to her.

Her face was hidden behind the light, making it difficult to see clearly, but that short and powerful word was like an order, with unquestionable majesty. The high priest was slightly startled when he heard the voice, and then nodded slightly, as if he had expected such a decision.

As this order was issued, everyone in the temple quickly took action. They turned around neatly, their steps were steady and orderly, without the slightest panic or delay. The originally tight battle formation now slowly receded like a tide.

The warriors who were holding weapons sheathed their weapons in a clean and neat manner; the mages also put away the spiritual light they released, and the surrounding space gradually returned to calm. Just like that, they evacuated the battlefield in an orderly manner in the blood mist and gunpowder smoke, and their figures gradually disappeared in the dust in the distance.

As the strong men from the Holy Hall left, the entire Zhaixing Tower seemed to have awakened from a crazy nightmare and fell into an eerie calm. The once noisy building, filled with shouts and screams, now became particularly deserted.

There were mottled bloodstains on the ground, as if telling of the fierce battle that had just been experienced; broken weapons and shattered armor were scattered all over the ground, making it a mess.

Previously, the Lord of Zhaixing Tower had displayed his extraordinary power and killed a large number of warriors who attempted to invade with his terrifying strength. However, the intensity of the battle caused many people to be driven by fear and flee.

Coupled with the irreconcilable conflict between the Holy Temple and the Star-Picking Tower, many people who had originally sought a stable life here felt that this place was no longer safe. Like frightened birds, they packed up their bags and moved to other places.

They secretly thought in their hearts that they originally hid here to avoid worldly disputes and find some peace, but now this place has become more dangerous, like a volcano that may erupt at any time, so naturally they have to escape from this place of trouble as soon as possible.

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Outside the Zhaixing Tower, a vast expanse of wasteland came into view. A howling wind swept past, raising layers of sand and dust, covering the land in a dim yellow. Everyone from the Holy Hall and the Qin family appeared on this wasteland at this moment.

The high priest of the Zhenling Mansion Temple was wearing a black robe, the corners of which fluttered in the wind. He had a look of disdain on his face and looked straight at Qin Xianglan with eyes as sharp as knives.

"I have created such a great opportunity for your Qin family, but unfortunately, you still failed to seize it. If you could be more capable, you could have destroyed Zhaixing Tower in one fell swoop by relying on the gap we blocked Ming Xingjue."

His voice was a little hoarse, but it was still clearly audible amid the howling wind, and his words were full of doubts and dissatisfaction with the Qin family's strength.

"Then our two families can actually cooperate!" Qin Xianglan responded with an upright posture and a firm gaze. She was dressed in gorgeous clothes, and even in this desolate wasteland, it was difficult to conceal her noble aura.

"What we want is the Star-Picking City, which has rich resources and profound heritage; and what you want is the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword, that legendary magic weapon, which is of extraordinary significance to your temple." Her words were clear and organized, trying to outline an attractive blueprint for the cooperation between the two sides.

"We can cooperate, but we can't send too many people. Otherwise, once Ming Xingjue or other people from the Ming Cult find out, it will inevitably lead to a war. The strength of the Ming Cult is unfathomable, and we don't want to provoke them easily."

The high priest shook his head slightly, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes. He knew the horror of the Dark Cult very well, and he didn't want to get involved in a dispute with the Dark Cult because of excessive involvement. That would undoubtedly be an adventure with an unpredictable outcome.

"Sure, we can just send out an appropriate amount of people from each side. Anyway, there are still many warriors in this world who are eyeing the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword. We can contact them all and form a powerful alliance to jointly deal with possible crises."

Qin Xianglan nodded slightly, expressing her understanding of the high priest's concerns. At the same time, she also proposed her own solution, with a gleam of wisdom in her eyes.

"By the way, do you know where the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword is?" The high priest seemed to have suddenly remembered the key question, his expression tensed, and he asked anxiously. His desire for the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword was like a yearning for light in the darkness, and it had already penetrated deep into his bones.