The thick candle flames rose, illuminating the palace as bright as day, but they could not dispel the silent and cold atmosphere in the palace.
Beneath the throne, the red-painted wall was like a mirror, reflecting distorted faces, twelve in total, from front to back.
The four Dharma Kings and eight Dharma Protectors under the Lord of the Demon Palace are all gathered here at this moment.
On the throne, the Lord of the Demon Palace was wearing a pitch-black robe, and his sharp eyes swept across the people in the hall through the mask, as if he could see through people's hearts.
"Wang Xun."
A deep and profound voice echoed in the hall. Wang Xun, who was called out, trembled slightly. He hurriedly took a step sideways and walked to the bottom of the throne. "I am here."
"Do you admit your guilt?"
Wang Xun's eyes narrowed, and he knelt down without a word. "I admit my guilt! I have failed in my duties. Please give me another chance to atone for my sins!"
"If I wanted you to die, why would I allow you to recuperate for more than half a month?"
The Palace Master's eyes were cold. "Since you brought back half of the incense, I will spare your life for now. If you make a mistake again next time, I will bring my head to you."
Wang Xun swallowed fearfully, "Thank you, my Lord, for not killing me."
He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, then stood up and returned to his original position.
The young monk at the end of the hall saw this scene and was puzzled. They said that Dharma protectors were extremely prestigious and envied by everyone in the hall, so why were they so humble before the hall master?
"Lin Ren."
Hearing the hall master call out this name, the young monk was immediately startled, "I'm here!"
He walked quickly to the hall and followed Wang Xun's example by kneeling and bowing. "I am the new eighth guardian of the forest. I pay my respects to the Lord."
“The attitude is very good.”
The Palace Master praised him softly, "Go to the Blood Pond to claim your reward. Next time, follow Wang Xun and don't let me down."
When Lin Ren heard the Palace Master's praise, his face lit up immediately, and he said repeatedly: "I will definitely go through fire and water to repay the Master's kindness in cultivating me!"
This harmonious scene between master and servant is somewhat inconsistent with the solemn atmosphere in the hall.
To Lin Ren's right, a red-haired man subtly nudged Wang Xun beside him and sneered inwardly, "Xun, old dog, how about a bet? I bet this idiot won't survive a day on this mission."
Wang Xun stood there with his head down, looking at his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose, pretending not to hear what the red-haired man said.
The red-haired man suddenly felt bored. He turned around and glanced at the two people behind him. Seeing that they were both forcing out a flattering smile, he immediately lost interest in transmitting the message.
At this time, Lin Ren happily retreated to the end of the team, unaware of the incident between his colleagues.
After finishing the trivial matters, the Palace Master coughed lightly and said, "It has been fifty days since we last destroyed the Jin Guang Sect. Gong Shang, have you chosen your next target?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the golden-robed woman on the left stepped forward and spoke calmly, "Master, there are three sects that are most suitable for a surprise attack right now."
She waved her hand lightly and presented a jade slip.
The hall master took it and scanned its contents with his spiritual sense.
The woman called "Gong Shang" whispered at the right time: "These three sects are the Xuanyin Sect, the Yinjian Pavilion, and... the Wanjian Sect."
When the last name was read, the other eleven people in the hall, who were either resting with their eyes closed or keeping silent with their heads down, all raised their heads at the same time. The newcomer Lin Ren also looked up in surprise.
The news that the Demon Palace's secret stronghold was massacred in the past and the Palace Master's only son Duan Dao was killed by the Ten Thousand Swords was no secret in the Palace.
However, the Palace Master has never shown any intention of targeting the Wanjian Sect. Who is so bold as to add the name of the Wanjian Sect to the sect and openly test the Palace Master?
"Ten Thousand Swords Sect..."
The Demon Palace Master muttered to himself, but instead of getting angry, he laughed, "Which idiot is so smart? Stand up."
The red-haired man took a nonchalant step to the side. Before he could speak, he saw the Palace Master suddenly flick his sleeves, and a strong wind came towards him. He didn't try to dodge -
Bang!
With a crisp sound, a clear red mark appeared on the red-haired man's face.
He tilted his head and barked out a white tooth, then raised his head with a brilliant smile. "My Lord, this subordinate was not deliberately testing me. The Young Palace Master has been dead for over two years. If we don't seek revenge, wouldn't it be a disgrace to the reputation of our Demon Palace?"
Moreover, as time has passed, Wanjianmen has long been forgotten, and a surprise attack now will not fall into the opponent's trap.
"If the four Dharma Kings act together, revenge can be exacted in less than two hours! Why keep holding back?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the four people standing in front of the hall all turned their heads to look.
One of the old men had his eyes wrapped in white cloth, but the moment he turned around, the red-haired man felt as if a heavy burden of ten thousand pounds was placed on his shoulders. He was shaken and his body shrank by half an inch.
Veins bulged across her forehead, but the smile on her face dimmed even more, becoming even brighter. Despite the pressure, she spoke haltingly, "Master Ziming... is truly worthy of being... the First Dharma King..."
The old man with the eyes wrapped around his head shook his head slightly and turned around.
The pressure on the red-haired man suddenly eased, his legs went limp, and he knelt on the ground.
"A small punishment is a big warning."
Gong Shang said indifferently: "Chi Ze, you like to play. The Palace Master is a little more tolerant of you, but it is not a reason for you to act presumptuously in front of the palace."
"Second sister, I think what Akaze said makes sense."
The masked woman in third place suddenly spoke up, "The so-called darkness beneath the lamp is the key to attacking by surprise. Besides, Luo Qingyun is not in the Wanjian Sect. The only obstacle we have is the Wanjian Supreme. Ye Nu, don't you agree?"
The savage who was fourth was peeling his nails. Upon hearing this, he looked up blankly, then fixed his gaze on the miserable-looking woman and grinned foolishly, "Yinyin, you're so pretty, hehe..."
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