Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Zuo Licheng was flushed with success.
The Ferocious Mosquito, which had been carrying the ten candidates to the Demonic Emperor Planet for the Black Mosquito Tribe's Holy Son trial, had departed from the Black Mosquito Domain ten days in advance.
By the time they had passed by the black hole in the middle section of their journey, they had already spent three full days on the journey.
It was also at this time that the Ferocious Mosquito had been destroyed. Less than half of the ten thousand Demonkin experts inside the Bastion had perished, while the rest had entered a stellar-level warship that Zuo Hongwu had prepared beforehand.
The Black Mosquito Tribe's Grand Commander, Zuo Fengtai, had paid a hefty price to obtain this warship from outside the Demonkin Domain. Not only could it perform long-distance space jumps like the Bastion, but its interior also utilized the Tianji Clan's Perfect Space Folding technology.
Therefore, although the exterior of the warship was the same as an ordinary stellar-level warship, with a length of only three thousand meters, the interior space was very large. It could definitely accommodate more than ten thousand Demonkin experts.
That day, this special stellar-level warship called the Fengteng had successfully performed a long-distance space jump at the same time as the Ferocious Mosquito Bastion had completely disintegrated. Zuo Hongwu and Zuo Licheng, uncle and niece, had laughed and celebrated in private.
Although they had lost thousands of Demonkin, neither the uncle nor Zuo Fengtai, the Grand Commander of the Black Mosquito Tribe, actually cared about this at all.
It was the Ferocious Mosquito Bastion and some of its resources that they felt rather regretful about. However, in Zuo Fengtai's view, this was not a problem. After all, on the surface, the Ferocious Mosquito Bastion had been destroyed by a normal accident. Under such circumstances, he could very well request for another Bastion to be sent over as a replacement.
In this way, the father and son had actually not suffered any losses. On the contrary, they had gotten rid of Zhang Wuji, a super freak with a terrifying level-five spirit source core at the first level of the Meteor Realm. No matter how one looked at it, this was a huge gain.
After all, it was obvious that the father and son duo had fallen out with Zhang Wuji. If they did not get rid of him as soon as possible, it would be the end of the world for the father and son once the young man grew up with his abnormal Spiritual Power and innate talent.
Moreover, if they did not get rid of this person, with his terrifying psychic talent, everyone else from the Black Mosquito Tribe who had gone to the Holy Son trial, including Zuo Licheng, who had originally thought that he was a scholar Prince, without exception, without exception, all, without exception, Zuo Licheng.
The Black Mosquito Tribe's new Saint was this person.
And now, with the fall of Zhang Wuji, the title of Holy Son had undoubtedly returned to Zuo Licheng's hands. This was something he was extremely certain of, without the slightest bit of suspense!
Although the Black Mosquito Tribe's Bastion had departed ten days earlier, before the Ferocious Mosquito had been destroyed, half of the journey behind them had already taken three days. In other words, the Rising Teng had a full seven days to cover the other half of the journey.
Although its ability to jump through space was not comparable to that of a real Bastion, it was definitely not inferior by more than half. According to Zuo Hongwu's estimation, the Ferocious Mosquito Bastion should have only needed three days to cover the distance, but with the Rising Teng, they would need at most four days to cover the distance.
Based on this calculation, they clearly had three days to spare.
Even so, Zuo Hongwu did not dare to relax in the slightest. He spent most of his time in the Rising Teng's control room, overseeing and supervising.
After all, this trial was related to the Black Mosquito Tribe's Holy Son's position. Whether Zuo Fengtai's faction could succeed or not, it was no longer the same as before. It was always under the control of the High Priest, Gray-Bone Lei. Therefore, Zuo Hongwu did not dare to take it lightly.
As for Zuo Licheng, since his greatest enemy, Zhang Wuji, had been schemed against and died in the area of the black hole, he was a different person. He was very proud of his success.
During the next few days of the voyage, Zuo Licheng had nothing to do, so he mingled with the other seven Sage-to-be. Obviously, these seven guys knew that they were only here to accompany the Crown Prince in his studies, so they had already accepted it. Therefore, their words and actions were almost flattering. After four days, Zuo Licheng, who was getting more and more complacent, was almost sent to heaven.
On the evening of the fourth day, Zuo Hongwu, who had been overseeing the Rising Teng's control room, personally came to greet them, saying that they would arrive at the Demon Emperor Planet the next morning. He asked them to rest well so that they would not be impolite tomorrow. At this time, Zuo Licheng and the other seven suddenly realized that they did not have to meet again this time. They all returned to their own villas and caves to properly prepare.
In fact, even Zuo Licheng, as the young master of the Black Mosquito Tribe, was inexplicably nervous when he realized that they would arrive at the Demon Emperor Planet the next morning.
Even he had never been to the Demon Emperor Planet!
It was not that he did not have the opportunity. After all, among the ten tribes of the Demon Tribe, each tribe had a space fortress. Although it was not used often, it was basically necessary to go to the Demon Emperor Planet at least once a year. As long as Zuo Licheng was willing, as the young master of the tribe, he could go with him.
In fact, there was a reason why he had never been there before. To put it bluntly, he was afraid of trouble.
The Demon Emperor Planet was the main planet of the Demon Tribe. In addition to the supreme Demon Emperor, there was also the High Priest. And there was more than one.
One of them happened to be from the Black Mosquito Tribe. His name was Wen Xing, and he was the former High Priest of the Black Mosquito Tribe. At that time, the current High Priest, Huigu, was only the Holy Son of the tribe.
Because of this relationship, it was not a big deal to visit the other experts of the Black Mosquito Tribe, but Zuo Licheng was the young master of the tribe. If he came to the Demon Emperor Planet and did not pay a special visit, it would be a great breach of etiquette. It was even possible that he would be misunderstood by High Priest Wen Xing.
In case he had a grudge against the Zuo family of the Black Mosquito Tribe, it would be a big joke.
Because of this, Zuo Fengtai did not allow Zuo Licheng to go to the Demon Emperor Planet at will. He was afraid that Zuo Licheng would accidentally offend Wen Xing, and he would not even know it.
Coincidentally, Wen Xing was extremely disgusted by this kind of boring thing, so his interest in going to the Demon Emperor Planet to broaden his horizons gradually faded. In the blink of an eye, many years had passed!
At this moment, the reason why Zuo Licheng felt slightly nervous was because of High Priest Wen Xing. Although he had never seen this person before, it was rumored that his strength was quite terrifying. He had already broken through the Origin stage and entered the tenth great stage, the Heavenly Passage stage.
In addition, his Spirit Source Core had reached a terrifying Level Six, which was second only to the Demon Emperor, who had a Level Seven Source Core.
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