Without warning, both father and son revealed a complex expression.
Then, no one said anything.
The cell fell silent once again, a rare occurrence.
After an unknown amount of time, a series of noisy footsteps suddenly echoed in the corridor, followed by the sight of the Great Wizard leading a large entourage, striding in quickly.
The dimly lit cell was lit by the candle, and the floor was covered with black bloodstains, which looked rather distressing.
The Grand Wizard chuckled twice. Feng Qizi and his master wanted to say something, but when the words reached their lips, they didn't know how to say them.
After a long while, he gathered his emotions, and finally, a murderous glint flashed in his dark eyes.
Beneath the black brim of his hat, a chill emanated from his withered face, and he let out a scream resembling that of a monster.
"Feng Qitong. Your death is near. And you, you unfilial son, hehehe... I'll accompany you on your journey."
Feng Qizi slowly opened his eyes and looked at the Grand Wizard, the person he had helped to rise to prominence, with an almost heartless gaze.
If it were in the past, if Feng Qizi had shown that look in his eyes, the Grand Wizard would have been terrified.
But now Feng Qizi, or rather the esteemed Demon Clan Chief, is a prisoner. What does the Great Wizard have to fear? The entire political situation is now in his hands.
Thinking of this, he smiled and said, "Don't be too anxious. You and your son will have each other on the road to the underworld."
After the high wizard finished speaking, he waved his hand coldly, and two sword-wielding warriors immediately stepped forward from behind him.
A cold glint flashed from the blade, filling the frigid air with murderous intent.
Feng Qizi suddenly grinned, a smile that seemed somewhat self-deprecating, and slowly said, "I never thought that after raising eagles for so many years, I would end up getting my eyes pecked by an eagle."
The high wizard's expression changed instantly, and he exclaimed in horror, "What did you say?"
Feng Qizi glanced at him indifferently, a confident smile appearing on his face. Before long, he freed himself from his restraints.
Upon seeing this, the great wizard's expression changed drastically. He quickly retreated and was about to leave when the sword-wielding warrior placed his hand against his neck.
"What do you mean by this?" The high wizard's expression suddenly changed.
But before he could make any move, Feng Qizi, who had been imprisoned, slowly walked out and, in front of everyone, slapped the great wizard hard across the face.
He smiled and said, "Don't think I don't know your plan. Do you really think I'm an idiot? If so, then you really are an idiot."
After he finished speaking, the great wizard suddenly seemed to understand.
It turns out that Feng Qizi's incompetence was all an act, a pretense to deceive everyone.
The thought of this caused Feng Qitong a pang of pain in her heart.
Upon hearing this, his expression changed drastically, and he immediately knelt down, crying, "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I was blinded by greed. Please give me another chance, clan leader. If you ever need my help in the future, I will do my utmost to assist you."
Feng Qizi waved his hand indifferently, "My child is my bottom line. You actually had such wicked thoughts just now, so don't blame me."
Then, the great wizard was suppressed.
Seeing this, Feng Qitong quickly stood beside her father and hurriedly said, "Now that you have regained power, quickly order the army to retreat and avoid conflict with the Nine Provinces Continent."
Feng Qizi slowly exhaled and said, "What do you think I did? What do you think I did this for? If it weren't for using the name of the Great Wizard to send troops to the Nine Provinces Continent, I would never have done this."
Seeing this, Feng Qitong was disheartened. He finally understood that all of this was orchestrated by his father behind the scenes.
Sihai Pavilion
Uncle Hei stood in front of the dark gate, let out a long breath, stared for a long time, and then slowly knocked on the door.
Bang bang bang.
After a few sounds, a group of people quickly emerged.
The leader was Zhao Tianfu, the head of the Sihai Pavilion.
Slightly behind him was Shangguan Peng, the steward of Sihai Pavilion. He was clearly taken aback when he saw Hei Bo, and then, after sensing his undetectable spiritual power, his expression finally turned serious.
Her restlessness these past few days has finally found its source.
He quickly looked at Zhao Tianfu beside him and said, "The other party is not friendly. I hope you will be careful, Master."
Zhao Tianfu dismissed this with disdain; Zhang Tianjian's earlier admission of defeat had greatly satisfied his vanity.
He was thinking that if even the Lord of the Sword God Palace came to make him uncomfortable, then in such a vast Desolate Heaven Domain, who would he be afraid of?
So when he saw Uncle Hei, he went straight to the point and asked, "What brings you here, sir?"
Uncle Hei smiled, his expression still calm. "Submit, or die."
There was not a trace of emotion in his dark eyes.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Tianfu suddenly burst into a violent smile, so loud that the surrounding space trembled.
After he had finished laughing, Zhao Tianfu's gaze finally fell on Uncle Hei, a thin, withered old man who looked as if he could be knocked to the ground with a single punch.
He waved his hand, gesturing for a servant to take a piece of gold, and said, "Hurry up and leave. You're not welcome here. There are some things you shouldn't say carelessly. I see you're getting old and senile; don't speak to people like that again."
Uncle Hei smiled kindly and said nothing more. He clenched his fist slightly, and a surge of powerful spiritual energy flowed out from his palm.
Its majestic presence seemed to emanate an aura of power akin to Mount Tai, and in awe, it appeared as if a deity had appeared, a ruler of all things.
Blackie's figure expanded infinitely, and in a short instant, his figure became a hundred feet tall.
His eyes were empty and his pupils were unfocused, yet they exuded an extremely powerful killing intent. But when Hei Bo condensed his true soul body, the well-informed Zhao Sihai's expression finally changed. He hurriedly took several steps back, and in his shock, he couldn't even finish his sentence. Had this reached the level of a quasi-emperor?
He is currently only a Saint King, but he still has some understanding of the realms above Saint.
Above the sage is the sage king, and above the sage king is the quasi-emperor.
There is a huge gap between a Quasi-Emperor and a Saint King, like a chasm. You must know that a Saint King is just a mortal and has not yet become a true ruler of heaven and earth.
But Quasi-Emperors are different. Although they've only touched the threshold of the Great Emperor realm, they are far stronger than Saint Kings. Just considering their Martial Soul True Body alone, it's something that even Saint Kings can't match.
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