Blood Scorpion blinked: "I wouldn't dare!"
The deep, muffled voice continued, causing the massive stone hall, shaped like a giant sword, to tremble three times: "Coward!"
"Grandpa is joking," Blood Scorpion blinked again and again, looking like a well-behaved child trying to please his elders, but his ruthless nature was unconsciously revealed.
He chuckled and said, "My friend built Dragon Valley himself. It's nothing, really nothing. I know you don't care, Ancestor. Judging from the fact that you didn't build Blood Fiend Sect into something like Dragon Valley even when you were halfway to your grave, you really don't care about us younger generations, let alone the rise and fall of the sect. It's not that you're inferior to the suit-wearing thug Fang Zong, but that you don't care. Really, you don't care about us young upstarts."
Blood Scorpion's voice was very soft, but it carried out faintly with the amplification of energy.
The Blood Fiend Sect occupies an area of thirty miles. Some of the younger generation are picking herbs in the medicinal fields, some are eating late-night snacks, some are practicing martial arts, and some are even being half-heartedly pushed down by their senior and junior brothers. Some of them even take off their pants because of these half-hearted girls.
But at this moment, everyone perked up their ears and stopped chuckling.
"How dare you!" The deep voice, like a siege stake, materialized into the air and sent the blood scorpion flying over two hundred meters, its bones shattering into countless pieces.
Blood Scorpion didn't resist, but got up and laughed: "Come on, Ancestor, kill me. Fine, the Blood Fiend Sect is completely finished in my generation. The younger generation shouldn't linger; go find your mothers and go home. Of course, I know you don't care about the Blood Fiend Sect, just like asking me if I dare to deal with the suit-wearing thug Fang Zong..."
I'm going to your mother's house!
Blood Scorpion jumped up and cursed, "Fang Zong is backed by the entire Ghost Killing Team, and the entire Eastern Kingdom! On a personal level, there are also Elder Wang and Elder Meng! Ancestor, you dare not do things yourself, so you're making me do them? You'll definitely betray me! Do you know that without me, can the Blood Fiend Sect still be the Blood Fiend Sect? Within three years, the Blood Fiend Sect will disappear from the evil path!"
If you don't care about us, why should we risk our lives for you?
Come on, kill me!
Fellow disciples, nieces and nephews, run away immediately! Don't let any of you come back!
Suddenly, the entire Blood Fiend Sect valley fell silent.
Only the sound of the wind remained.
The hundreds of disciples of the Blood Fiend Sect held their breath and tiptoed away, truly intending to escape.
"Boom!"
The giant sword-shaped stone hall trembled violently, representing the rage of a supernatural-level expert.
The entire hall even floated half a meter high, tilted slightly, as if it were about to fly out and crush the rebellious Blood Scorpion into pieces.
But suddenly, an old sigh was heard.
"Blood Scorpion, you're very good."
The old sword demon smiled with satisfaction: "With you here, I can now go into seclusion in peace and break through the life-and-death limit. From today onwards, I hand over the entire Blood Fiend Sect to you. You must also find more treasures for your ancestor to use as aids in breaking through the life-and-death limit. Tell me, what do you plan to do next?"
"We kowtow in gratitude to our ancestors for their divine grace!"
Blood Scorpion got up, looking like a tough guy, covered in blood but still grinning happily: "Reporting to the Ancestor, this sect leader wants to know which four families are in the Ghost Alliance, what the alliance is called, and what methods they intend to use to deal with Fang Zong?"
No sooner had he received the good news than Blood Scorpion started referring to himself as "this sect leader," speaking directly without giving the old sword demon any face.
As long as the old sword demon needs him, he won't die.
He doesn't need to give the old sword demon face; it's just an exchange of interests, the code of conduct for the evil sect!
The old sword demon wasn't angry, and laughed, "I don't know."
"My ancestor, you'd better tell me this, because I've decided to join forces with that suit-wearing thug, Fang Zong. That suit-wearing thug has a bright future, and my Blood Fiend Sect can also shed its reputation as an evil sect and become a respectable righteous sect, maybe even don a tiger skin. Really, I want to join the Ghost Slayer Team. In the future, you can go and conquer the world, and I'll develop our sect. That way, when I die, I won't be killed by our Blood Fiend Sect's ancestor again!"
Old Sword Demon: "..."
What do you mean by saying that?
Does this mean that if I die, my ancestors will kill me again?!
The giant sword stone hall was calm, yet it exuded a chilling aura that seemed to engulf people.
The blood-red mist in the sky was dispersed, dark clouds rolled in, and rain fell like countless tiny swords...
The rain of swords descended, piercing countless holes in the earth and causing bursts of energy to erupt from the Blood Scorpion's body. The Blood Scorpion laughed, suddenly withdrawing his protective energy. The rain of swords pierced his flesh, seemingly about to kill him, but then suddenly vanished.
"Grand Ancestor, will you tell me or not?"
Blood Scorpion continued to be his stubborn self. When the rain of swords stopped, he simply reached out and grabbed his own neck.
The old sword demon remained silent for a long time.
After another long silence,
He chuckled in a low voice, "I said I don't know. If you want to die, then die by yourself."
"Tch, that old bastard! He doesn't even care who will find his treasures after I die."
Blood Scorpion, of course, wouldn't really kill himself. He let go of his hand, shook his neck, and muttered, "Looks like those ghosts gave quite a gift. Even if the old sword demon didn't help, he didn't intend to expose it. Fang Zong, Fang Zong, I've done right by you this time. At least I didn't lose out on the three Blood Lotus flowers you gave me, right?"
He called Fang Zong and got straight to the point: "The four ghost families have joined forces to deal with you."
Fang Zong: "(￣▽￣)／How many families?"
That tone of voice... what a pleasant surprise!
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