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第一千九百六十章 圣城之主与古魔

I have no idea if you're just blowing smoke, especially after what happened to you. Even if you were truly formidable in the past, now you're a fallen phoenix that can't compare to a chicken. Now that you've taken over this puppet demon's body, we should discuss how to compensate Lin Xuan."

Lin Xuan’s slow voice entered his ears. His experience in the cultivation world was vast; he wasn’t easily fooled.

The elder’s face showed some displeasure. He had a very prestigious identity, but due to being ambushed by an ancient demon, he now found himself in a state where humans were not human and demons were not demons. Even three Demon Emperors or six Sea Kings wouldn't dare speak to him like this; it was truly a tiger fallen from its perch.

However, complaining didn’t solve the problem; power mattered in the cultivation world.

He knew this well, so he took deep breaths and suppressed his anger.

“Believe me if you will,” said the old man. “I’m now in such a predicament that no words can help. If my dao friend wants compensation from me, I currently have nothing of value. After much effort, my soul and this puppet demon finally merged. You want me to abandon it? That’s impossible. If you insist on forcing me, the only option is battle.”

The old man’s face showed a sneer. Although his cultivation had fallen to the middle stage, and due to his body being that of a puppet demon, which conflicted slightly with his previous methods, his abilities were significantly reduced. Without any suitable treasures, he wasn’t easily bullied.

A mere initial-stage cultivator, he believed it would take little effort to kill him. However, in his current state, there was no need to unnecessarily make an enemy.

Moreover, fear not a thousand dangers; fear the one that might come. The other’s strength seemed peculiar and not ordinary for someone at this stage. If they had some secret technique to escape and reveal his whereabouts, it would be a loss.

Hearing these words, Lin Xuan couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. This guy was clearly being unreasonable, just like those who demand money or their life in the secular world.

In such a situation, Lin Xuan felt somewhat at a loss. The puppet demon had already been taken over by this person; even if he reclaimed it, it would be useless. It was a law of nature that couldn’t be reversed.

Moreover, this guy seemed truly in trouble and had nothing of value. Even if he were killed, no compensation could be obtained. In other words, whatever action Lin Xuan took seemed to result in a loss.

By chance, he found himself in a predicament where there was no easy way out.

Lin Xuan felt genuinely frustrated but was unwilling to simply let him go. What should he do?

He narrowed his eyes and remained silent. At that moment, something caught his attention, and he raised his head to gaze at the distant sky on his left.

The elder was taken aback. But after a while, his face also turned sour.

In the distance, where the water met the sky, dark clouds were thickly gathered. This wasn't unusual; this sea area was one of the most famous ancient battlefields, with extremely dense阴气, and the sky had always been like this.

What concerned them weren’t these clouds. In just a few breaths, a black-red cloud drifted over, covering several acres. It rolled loudly but seemed slow, actually moving at an incredible speed. It was still far away in the distance when it suddenly appeared before their eyes.

The clouds dispersed, revealing two cultivators. The man was tall and muscular, standing eight feet high, looking around thirty years old. He had a bald head and bare feet, with a face full of coarse features, making him look ugly.

As for the woman beside him, she looked younger, in her early twenties, petite, and beautiful. However, she wore heavy eyeliner that made her appear very exotic. Her attire was also peculiar, leaving both her feet bare.

Lin Xuan’s eyes widened as he scanned these two cultivators. They were at the middle stage of Profound Knowledge, just a hair away from becoming experts. Compared to three Demon Emperors and six Sea Kings, their strength wasn’t much inferior. What was going on? The Eastern Sea was supposed to be a less advanced realm; when did it produce so many powerful cultivators?

Curiosity aside, Lin Xuan felt highly vigilant. Both the puppet demon’s elder and these two individuals seemed too strange.

He had seemingly been drawn into some conflict without realizing it. But Lin Xuan wasn’t one to fear anymore.

Thinking this way, he remained silent, deciding that watching developments was the wisest choice for now.

"Is it you two? Damn guys, I didn't expect you to find me so quickly," the elder’s gritted teeth voice echoed in his ears, filled with hatred and a hint of fear.

"Hmph. What's surprising is nothing. During our last encounter, although you managed to escape by luck, the mark left on your body won’t be erased because of that. Do you think changing your appearance would make us lose track of you? Struggling is futile; it’s better to surrender. As a great city lord, ending up in this state using a puppet demon as your body—don't you find it meaningless? Wouldn't it be better just to die?"

The man's coarse voice echoed in his ears, filled with mockery.

Lin Xuan’s expression changed abruptly. What was going on? A city lord?

He had guessed that the other’s identity was significant but never imagined such a drastic situation. Knowing that the Eastern Sea had three tribes standing tall, there were only a few Demon Emperors and Sea Kings, while the human side had just one great city. As its lord, his power must have been much greater than that of a Sea King or Demon Emperor.

No wonder he acted so arrogantly when they first met; it wasn’t mere boasting but genuine confidence.

But now, he was in such a predicament. What had happened to the great city? Lin Xuan was shocked and curious about this turn of events.

"Hey, Mo City Lord seems to have found an ally," said the woman’s seductive voice. "This young brother is unfamiliar, but—can you really help yourself escape with just an initial-stage cultivator?"

Lin Xuan’s gaze swept over him, though his smile was charming, it gave a chill.

Ancient demon!

Lin Xuan had dealt with demons from other worlds before and recognized her identity. While she did a good job of concealing herself, Lin Xuan’s divine sense was stronger than that of an advanced-stage monster, and he could detect the faint demonic aura emanating from her body, which Lin Xuan caught.

"I merely passed by; I have no connection with this Mo dao friend," said Lin Xuan calmly. His face showed a hint of fear, but it was all pretense. (To be continued)

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