The War of the Seed Demons had ended in the most perfect manner. This was the consensus of everyone in Black Cliff.
Compared to the success of the previous three War of the Seed Demons, Black Cliff's failure this time had turned into a gloomy cloud that shrouded the entire Black Cliff.
There were those who were depressed.
There were those who worked hard.
There were those who lost their loved ones.
There were those who plotted against them.
However, all the individual plans and goals under the general trend were temporarily suspended due to a strange matter before they could be constructed at the level of thinking.
"Did, did you hear …"
"What did you hear?"
"It's said that when the big boss of Black Cliff's Demon Slayer Palace returned, he summoned Tung Mang and Clan Devouring Cang into the palace …"
"Tung Mang? That can't be. Isn't he just the leader of a titled battle squad? He's not even a peerless soldier of Black Cliff! "
"Then, at least ten big bosses were forced out of the palace …"
"What the hell? Forced? "
"It's said that Lord Zhong beat them out …"
"Beat them out for what?"
"Guard, guard the palace …"
"Hiss! The Demons will take advantage of the situation! "
"No, no, it looks like they're guarding against our own people …"
…
The big bosses of Demon Slayer Palace personally appeared to guard the Demon Slayer Palace …
This scene alone was enough to leave an indelible mark in Black Cliff's history.
However, what was even stranger was that these ten big bosses clearly had no interest in being guards. They had even lost their noble and reserved demeanor — they all stuck their butts up in front of the palace door and peeked through the crack like thieves.
Tung Mang and his brother had just entered the palace. Before they could recover from their fear, they saw Lord Zhong slap the ten Daozu, who were stronger than their ancestors, out of the palace.
In such a situation, survival was the first priority.
Therefore, without saying a word, the two brothers bent their knees, which had been prepared for a long time …
However, before their knees could touch the ground, before they could say a word, Celestial Emperor Di Yun appeared in front of them, one hand on each. He took a deep breath …
"Tell me everything you know. Otherwise, don't blame me …"
Bam!
"Get lost!"
The Sky Emperor of the Returning Ruins, who had never had a chance to show his face, kicked Di Yun away, and said with a smile, "Repeat what you just said …"
"Ahem, don't scare the child."
Hearing Old Zhong's words, the Mikado could only reluctantly step aside and watch as Old Zhong walked up to Tunmang Devouring Cang.
The seed was always strong.
Such strength was not only reflected in the fact that he could send ten Daozu flying with a single slap, but it was also reflected in the fact that he could still force himself to remain calm in the face of an unfathomable yet unimaginable hope.
This trace of calmness was enough to make him shine brightly at this moment.
The strongest expert of the two tribes took a deep breath and raised his right hand with an incomparably solemn expression. He enunciated each word clearly, "I swear that I will never harm Devouring Mang, Devouring … Devouring Cang of the Golden-winged Roc Tribe. If I violate this oath, may the heavens and earth destroy me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the two brothers, who were so scared that they were on the brink of death, instantly turned into soft noodles and fell to the ground.
At this moment, Old Zhong smiled and squatted down. He did not intend to help the two brothers up, but asked softly, "So, you and Xie …"
At this point, Old Zhong gave himself a slap and muttered something before continuing, "You know Xie Tian?"
"No, no, no …" Tunmang, who had just heaved a sigh of relief, began to deny it subconsciously. "I've killed every single one of those things …"
Before he could finish, the faces of all the mighty figures in the hall visibly turned pale.
Those things?
Didn't you see that Old Zhong had slapped himself when he said the two words' Xie Tian '!
"Shut up!"
Old Zhong, who was trembling in fear, quickly tried to stop him. However, before he could continue, Devouring Cang crawled up from the ground shakily.
"This matter has nothing to do with the Great Golden-Winged Roc Clan. It has everything to do with …"
At this point, Devouring Cang kept taking deep breaths.
His relationship with Xie Tian had been exposed.
Moreover, it had been exposed to the people of Abyss Cliff who had united their will to win the battle against the Seed Fiends, only to be defeated by Xie Tian in the end.
So …
He did not know why Old Zhong had made that ridiculous oath earlier.
But what he knew was that he was done for, and in a very f * cked up way, he was done for.
"Heh …"
Devouring Cang, who was no longer taking deep breaths, gradually calmed down. After a sneer, his eyes became a little dazed …
"In the beginning, I didn't know that he was the successor of the Evil Emperor. Of course, it doesn't matter anymore …
"We got to know each other in a lower realm called the Three Thousand Worlds …"
"At that time, his aptitude was so poor that it made my heart ache. His cultivation base was not even at the level of divinity, so I didn't care about him at all …
"Of course, he was also not worth the attention of many ants, until … he used a strange battle to defeat the number one expert of the younger generation in the Three Thousand Worlds …"
…
Recalling that battle, Devouring Cang's mind became even more dazed.
Using a low-level possession technique, he controlled a body under a long delay, and fought the number one expert of the Three Thousand Worlds to a draw, forcing the opponent to admit defeat …
"Heh, isn't it inconceivable?"
Devouring Cang's vertical pupils gradually became sober as he spoke softly.
"It was because of that battle that I became interested in this descendant of Taotie. Perhaps it wasn't interest, but rather pity for him as an ancient species. After all, I had returned to the Upper Realm, and he, who had lost too much of his bloodline, did not have this opportunity …
"However, fate makes fools of people. We still met, and it was in the extraterrestrial battlefield …
"Perhaps you don't understand this feeling …
"A few hundred years ago, I met someone of my own kind, a descendant of Taotie that everyone cursed and beat up, but he unexpectedly appeared in a place where he had no right to be …
"Anyway, my eyeballs almost fell out at that time …
"To be honest, in this battlefield where even I have to be careful to survive, I really wanted to kill him!"
…
At this point, Elder Zhong and the other powerful beings gasped.
Beside him, the Emperor even emitted a faint murderous intent. However, Devouring Cang, who had entered the state, did not notice this.
"Because dying in my hands is better than dying in the hands of a demon, hehe …" Devouring Cang shook his head and laughed. "But in the end, I gave him something, hoping that he could use it to save his life … But perhaps, this is also the reason why I'm going to die."
The palace was a little quiet.
Devouring Cang, who had fallen into silence, began to look back at the past before his death …
Therefore, he did not notice that the eyes of the powerful beings in the palace, who were so shocked by him that they gasped, were as bright as the sun!
"The descendant of the Evil Emperor, the world wants to slay …"
"Heh, who would have thought that a Taotie would become the descendant of the Evil Emperor …"
"If I knew about this earlier, perhaps I …"
After some thought, Tun Cang smiled and said, "I still can't bring myself to do it. After all, that Tao Tie is quite special. Not only is it not as vicious and evil as the legends say, he even gave me a treasure in return when we parted …"
Gulp!
Gulp!
Gulp!
…
Looking at the powerful beings who had suddenly knelt down, Devouring Cang was shocked and asked blankly.
"What are you doing?"
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