Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
Perhaps out of confidence in his own strength, he didnât feel that he would be no match for that Hellâs Lord Xuanyuan Mo Ze.
When he entered the city, he looked no different from an ordinary old man with his grey clothes, white hair, plain grey clothes, unremarkable appearance, and introverted pressure and aura, making him look so ordinary and unremarkable.
After sweeping his gaze around, he took a step forward. The news that the people in the sect had received, that Feng Jiuâs man and child had landed in this city, as long as he found the place where her children were, he didnât believe that she wouldnât hand over the things!
Thinking of the things that were taken away, the Qi in his heart that were in disarray were quickly suppressed by him.
In a mansion in the city, Xuanyuan Mo Ze was drinking tea and playing chess with a monk in the courtyard, and after the monk played a piece, he picked up a black piece with two fingers and played with it for a while, then slowly put the black piece down.
The monk looked at it and picked up another white disc and put it down, just as his white disc fell, the black disc fell right after it and surrounded the white disc, putting him in a deadlock.
âThe benefactorâs chess style today is very sharp, thereâs killing intent in each step.â The monk spoke slowly.
âMaster is admitting defeat?â Xuanyuan Mo Ze asked as he looked at him, still holding a black disc in his hand and playing with it.
âThe poor monkâs chess skills are not a match for benefactor, after playing all morning I have not won a single game against benefactor, I am really ashamed.â He said slowly with his hands folded.
The corner of Xuanyuan Mo Zeâs lips hooked slightly, revealing a seemingly imperceptible smile, âItâs normal for a Master to not be able to win against this monarch.â His gaze looked outside the courtyard, seemingly waiting for something.
âPoor monk sees that the benefactor seems to be waiting for someone?â The monk looked at him with a calm gaze.
Xuanyuan Mo Zeâs deep black pupils crossed a flash of dark light, and a low voice slowly came out of his mouth, âWaiting for the person who sends himself to the door to seek his own death.â As soon he finished his words, he looked at the monk, revealing a smirk, âMaster can stay and take a look, perhaps, itâs someone that Master knows.â
The monk looked at him and did not speak, only slightly converging his gaze.
Shadow One came forward, replaced a cup of hot tea for the two people, and then quietly retreated to the dark place, quietly guarding.
Suddenly, a glint flashed by Xuanyuan Mo Zeâs eyes as he stood up immediately, black robes flicked, in the blink of an eye, like a gust of wind disappeared in the courtyard.
Seeing this, the monk raised his eyes to look, hesitated for a moment before he also followed suit.
Meanwhile, at the backdoor, the Reclusive Sectâs Sect Master was quietly entering the backdoor, only that as soon as his foot stepped into the backdoorâs ground, he felt a fluctuation in the flow of energy, causing him to instantly retract his stepped foot, only that, it was already too late.
âSwoosh!â
A harsh sound of air current cutting through space was directed towards the old man, the speed was so fast and the aura was so harsh that people couldnât help but shudder. When the old man sensed that there was an air current coming, he instinctively raised his sleeve and flicked it, a powerful force flicked out from between his sleeves, defusing the air blade in front of him by flicking it to the side.
âSwoosh!â
There seemed to be a sound swooshing towards the wall. The old man looked, only to see, it was a black chess piece and by this time, after hitting the wall, it left a tiny hole and the chess piece was lodged inside the wall.