One of them put down his hand-held wine glass, looked at the young people beside him, and said smugly:
"You may not know this, but that mysterious young master is named Chu Mo, and is the Holy Son of the Demon Slayer Sect."
"It is said that the Wuji Holy Land has sent a Supreme Elder to the Demon Slayer Sect to demand the release of the person."
"What? So that peerless genius is named Chu Mo? And he's the Holy Son of the Demon Slayer Sect? Holy crap, no wonder he's so extraordinary!"
"However, this Boundless Holy Land is too... cough cough, alas, Chu Mo's chances of survival are slim!"
The person next to him was instantly shocked, a hint of regret in their eyes.
If the Boundless Holy Land really pulls such a stunt, then this so-called number one genius of the Southern Region probably won't last long.
Even with the Demon Slayer Sect backing them up, it's no use!
The Lord of the Boundless Holy Land is a powerful being who has survived seven heavenly tribulations!
The sect's three Supreme Elders are all at the Tribulation Transcending stage, in addition to eight Mahayana stage elders and Dharma Protectors.
In the Southern Region, it is a true behemoth; even the Domain Lord's Mansion has to show it respect.
In the entire Southern Region, apart from the Domain Lord's Mansion, no force can directly confront the Holy Land.
"Chu Mo, the ending is already decided!"
The young cultivator carrying a long sword couldn't help but sigh helplessly.
Everyone nodded in agreement; some expressed regret, some were indifferent, and some were gloating.
Their conversation immediately turned Chu Mo's eyes cold, and his heart was filled with murderous intent.
The Boundless Holy Land actually dared to approach the Demon Slayer Sect demanding people? How incredibly arrogant!
This moment.
He has decided to abandon his journey east and immediately return to the Demon Slayer Sect.
He wanted to see just how arrogant the Boundless Holy Land really was.
I'll also take a look at my own Godfall Sword and see what's so special about it.
"Xiuer, Ling'er, return to the Demon Slayer Sect!"
Chu Mo immediately stood up, his attitude decisive and resolute.
The two women hesitated, but ultimately said nothing, only nodding firmly.
"good!"
Watching the departing figures of a man and two women.
The young man carrying the long sword frowned, then turned to his companion and asked curiously:
"Brother Huang, did you hear what that young man said just now?"
"What did you say?"
A man put down his wine glass and looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"If I heard correctly, I think I heard him say... he wanted to go back to the Demon Slayer Sect?"
"What? Brother Yuan, you heard that too? I thought I misheard."
The other man in black at the table immediately started shouting.
After exchanging a glance with the sword-wielding youth, they both saw the shock in each other's eyes.
He was handsome, had an extraordinary temperament, and was accompanied by two stunningly beautiful women.
Moreover, they appeared here, thousands of miles away from Fenglei City.
More importantly, the other party had just entered the restaurant, but suddenly wanted to leave.
It was obvious that he had overheard their conversation before suddenly deciding to return to the Demon Slayer Sect.
His identity is self-evident; he is...
"Chu Mo?"
Everyone was shocked.
"Yes, it must be him. No wonder I thought his profile looked familiar."
"Now, if you compare him to the portrait in the wanted poster, then you'll be right."
The young man with the sword became increasingly excited as he spoke, and he had already stood up, his voice filled with fervor:
"Knowing there are tigers in the mountains, yet venturing into the tiger's den, upon hearing that the Boundless Holy Land had come to the sect, you actually dared to go back and confront them head-on?"
"As expected of the number one prodigy in the Southern Region, his spirit is truly a model for us sword cultivators!"
At this point, he couldn't stay any longer and shouted excitedly:
"I'm going to the Demon Slayer Sect to witness Young Master Chu's unparalleled talent firsthand. Everyone, Yuan Shaochu is going ahead. Until we meet again!"
"Brother Yuan, I'll go with you!" The man in black was also filled with excitement.
"And me!"
"Why don't we all come together and admire the brilliance of the number one genius in the Southern Region?"
"Haha, okay! Let's go together!"
More than a dozen bored young people excitedly poured out of the restaurant, calling out to their friends along the way.
Soon, a large group of twenty or thirty people, riding various flying demonic beasts, flew towards the Demon Slayer Sect with great enthusiasm.
Due to their high-profile behavior, the group has quietly grown in size without anyone noticing.
In the end, it alarmed many disciples from various sects, who also joined in.
With the help of the communication jade talisman and the deliberate promotion by the Wuji Holy Land, the situation became even more complex.
So, while the elders of the Boundless Holy Land were still leisurely making their way to the Demon Slayer Sect...
This news has already spread to most parts of the Southern Region.
Everyone knows that the Demon Slayer Sect is in big trouble this time.
Unless they readily hand over the Holy Son and quell the unrest.
Otherwise, the outcome will be dire!
at this time.
In the Southern Domain Lord's Mansion.
An old man with a thin face and white hair, dressed in a white robe, sat in front of the chessboard, holding a white chess piece in his hand, deep in thought with his eyes closed.
A burly middle-aged man who had come in to report to him stood respectfully to one side, silent and not daring to disturb him.
But his eyes were secretly observing the chessboard situation in front of the white-robed old man.
His brows furrowed slightly involuntarily.
He was also quite knowledgeable about the principles of Go. At this moment, the white stones were being decimated by the black stones in the center, and were already in a difficult situation.
One of the dragons was trapped, and its defeat was only a matter of time.
He simply couldn't understand why the domain lord was still so indecisive.
But he dared not say much, and his expression did not show the slightest abnormality.
"Who do you think won this round?"
The old man in white robes didn't even glance at him, continuing to hold his fist in mid-air.
The middle-aged man hurriedly bowed and replied, "I believe Black will win!"
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