I gave a barely perceptible cold laugh and continued speaking with measured intonation.

"He was able to kill a peak expert of the same realm right after breaking through..."

The three of them turned serious...

"But he was also seriously injured..."

The three men relaxed, thinking to themselves that they weren't afraid of being injured anymore...

"Even so, he can still kill enemies of the same level..."

The three men's expressions turned serious again, this time with a hint of solemnity...

"The person who died was your Third Elder..."

boom…

My words struck the three of them like a thunderclap. The team that the Third Elder led out possessed power comparable to a Ninth-Rank Martial Emperor…

They were still speculating about who killed their Third Elder, so I laid the answer out in front of them…

An injured Martial Venerable was actually able to turn the tables and kill the Third Elder's team, a team capable of contending with the power of a Martial Emperor. In their eyes, this was something completely unimaginable...

Unless this person possesses some ability to transcend boundaries, but such people are invariably the chosen ones nurtured by powerful families…

How could a family whose entire clan was wiped out have the resources to raise such a prodigy?

They looked at me with unwavering confidence, their gazes growing colder and their oppressive aura intensifying. Yet, I seemed completely unaffected, calmly observing them…

"My son's name is Tuoba San..."

boom…

Another thunderbolt struck their minds. This name was incredibly intimidating among the demonic cultivators; it had been earned within the past year…

At least three sects were overthrown by Tuoba Sanlian, and at least a hundred demonic cultivators with names and identities died at his hands…

The deaths of these people, or the destruction of their sects, all share a common characteristic: their fathers were captured, which is to say, I, an ordinary person holding a ninth-tier magic weapon…

At this moment, they realized that they hadn't just found a treasure; they'd invited back a ruthless demon who could wipe out entire families! They weren't afraid of me, but they were afraid of my son…

The sect leader had lost all excitement at obtaining the treasure. Instead, he was inwardly cursing those two shameless bastards. They were so brainless, falling right into someone's trap...

We should have realized it sooner; with those two idiots' pathetic intelligence, how could they possibly have come up with a scheme like offering up treasure?

"Sect Master, since Tuoba San is injured, let's go all the way and take advantage of his weakened state to launch a preemptive strike and kill him..."

The Grand Elder's dark eyes revealed a hint of determination and ruthlessness. His idea was radical, but the rewards would be immense if successful…

Not only will it make me famous throughout the demonic sects, but it will also save the sect from annihilation, and incidentally, it will steal the ninth-tier treasure from me…

The sect leader was also intrigued by this bold idea, mainly because the potential benefits were enormous, and all they had to do was take an adventure…

"Big brother's idea is good, but who will carry it out?"

The Second Elder frowned and said, "In my eyes, with the Third Elder dead, there seems to be no suitable candidate to lead the team..."

As he was deep in thought, a chill ran down his spine. He immediately looked up and saw that the sect leader and the first elder were both staring at him…

This made him uneasy, his mind racing as he tried to decipher the two people's intentions...

In just a moment, he realized that these two meant for him to kill the wounded Tuoba San…

"Sect Master, Elder Brother, what do you mean by this? I am but a lowly person, utterly incapable of shouldering such a great responsibility..."

The second elder said somewhat awkwardly, knowing he couldn't win against these two, so he could only try to appeal to their emotions...

"So what do you mean?"

The sect leader looked at him and asked in a sinister tone, which sent a chill down the Second Elder's spine...

He looked at the Grand Elder, but the Grand Elder was even more direct, slapping him across the face and nearly dissipating the murderous aura emanating from him…

Although both are eighth-rank Martial Venerables, there is still a difference in their strength...

The Grand Elder forged his physical body with malevolent energy, enduring unimaginable pain. If the malevolent energy entered his body, he would be annihilated, but if he survived, he would soar to the heavens, possessing ridiculously powerful strength…

The Second Elder uses his soul to control the evil energy, which avoids the pain of the evil energy entering his body, but this makes him relatively weaker, and his physical body is even more vulnerable...

"Brother, it's not that I don't want to go, but if Tuoba San recovers his strength, he can easily kill the third brother, and killing me won't be difficult for him either. This trip will definitely be a one-way trip..."

The First Elder fell into deep thought, because he felt that the Third Elder was right; to be on the safe side, it was most appropriate for the Sect Master to go...

Seemingly sensing their thoughts, the sect leader calmly said...

"Within the Ghost Fiend Sect, thanks to the sect's protective formation, even a peak Martial Emperor cannot shake me. But outside the Ghost Fiend Sect, my strength will be greatly reduced..."

"If I kill Tuoba San, that's fine. But if I don't come back, do you think the two of you can stop Tuoba San, given his strength to kill me?"

Hearing the sect leader's words, the two fell silent. If that were truly the case, even with the advantage of their sect's protective formation, they wouldn't be able to stop an attack from someone capable of killing a Martial Emperor...

As long as the sect leader is in the Ghost Fiend Sect, the sect's protective formation can unleash its full power, and even experts above the Martial Emperor level cannot easily destroy the Ghost Fiend Sect...

The three men fell silent. I chuckled, which caught their attention. They glared at me angrily, and before they could speak, I said sarcastically.

“You keep calling yourselves demons, but I think you’re just a bunch of cowards. All you’re doing here is talking about how you’re afraid of my son, aren’t you?”

He's clearly injured right now, the perfect opportunity to kill him, yet you're wasting your time here. On behalf of my son, I thank you for giving him time to heal…”

"Sect Master, Elder Brother, he's mocking you. If you kill him, I won't stop you..."

The Third Elder was greeted with two eye-rolls, who thought to themselves, "You're practically begging us to make a move so you can watch the show. You practically have your thoughts written all over your face..."

Snap...

The elder slapped her again, angrily saying...

"He's mocking you too, why don't you fight back?"

The Second Elder, feeling wronged, dared not speak and could only look at the Sect Master…

Now the problem lies with the sect leader, who is also somewhat apprehensive. He's unsure of the limits of my rebounding power, so he doesn't dare to attack me rashly, fearing he'll lose face like the two elders...

"You really think I don't know what you're thinking? You're definitely trying to divide the three of us. If any of us leave the Ghost Fiend Sect, we'll fall into your trap..."

Was your son not even injured at all? Are you saying this so you can take advantage of us being scattered and kill us one by one?

Knowing he couldn't fool them, the sect leader solemnly uttered these words...

The two elders stared wide-eyed, with only one thought in their minds: That makes sense!