1167 Abandonment, cold-blooded and ruthless, above the Ninth Emperor

The Ninth Prince, Feng Qingchen and his party led Qu Xihua to the southwest. Soon, they saw snake corpses and countless poisonous insects on the ground.

"This is not a place for people to stay." Doudou shuddered, looking disgusted, and almost accidentally threw Qu Xihua into the pile of corpses.

It's no wonder Doudou was so exaggerated. It's just that the pile of corpses is too disgusting. The Black Knights are so cruel. They have no sense of aesthetics at all. The rotten flesh and blood on the ground are even bloodier than the crime scene.

The Ninth Prince picked up Feng Qingchen by the waist, gently leaped over the pile of corpses, and led the way forward.

All obstacles along the way had been cleared in advance by the Black Cavalry. There were marks left by the Black Cavalry along the way. The Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen just had to follow the marks.

The Black Knights were undoubtedly powerful. Doudou looked at the Ninth Prince with envy.

Having such a powerful cavalry is really enviable. If conditions permit, he also wants it...

Of course, Doudou could only think about it. He did not have the financial resources to support a team of 30,000 people, nor did he have the patience to spend fifteen years to train an army.

Soon, the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen saw a cave entrance. They looked at each other and stepped in without hesitation.

"Another hole? You love digging holes so much." Doudou snorted in dissatisfaction and swung Qu Xihua back and forth.

Qu Xihua had a face full of resentment, her eyes emitting a sinister and vicious light, and blood kept flowing out of the corners of her mouth.

"Are you being rude to me?" Doudou raised his eyebrows, looking disdainful.

Qu Xihua really couldn't understand this. He was poisoned, and his limbs and martial arts were crippled. If the Ninth Prince hadn't said that he couldn't die so soon, Qu Xihua would have been dead long ago.

A dying man is still acting like a spoiled brat here. Doesn't he know how ridiculous he is?

Doudou had no sympathy for such a person. After entering the cave, Doudou dragged Qu Xihua all the way, just like dragging a dead dog.

Leaving a pool of blood along the way, Qu Xihua was angry but powerless to resist, and she didn't even have the strength to commit suicide.

The cave is very big, just like a small village, with streets and houses standing side by side. It can be seen that the people of the Demon Cult spent a lot of effort in building this shelter. Unfortunately...

This place still could not be saved from the Demon Cult.

The Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen walked all the way inside until they reached the main hall of the cave, where they stopped.

"Master." When the Black Cavalry saw the Ninth Prince coming in, they stood up straight and saluted to him together.

"Yeah." The Ninth Prince glanced at the situation in the hall and nodded with satisfaction.

Inside the hall, the Black Knights had taken control, bringing in all the living members of the Demon Cult and rounding them up in one place.

Those who stayed in the cave were all old, weak, sick and disabled. Facing the powerful Black Knights, they had no courage to resist. In addition...

Zhezhe is here.

Even for Zhezhe, these people did not dare to resist.

At this time, Zhezhe had the aura of a young master. He stood in front of everyone, his small body straight. When he saw the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen coming in, a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.

Looking up, he saw Doudou dragging Qu Xihua in. Zhezhe's pupils suddenly dilated, but then he calmed down and stood there expressionlessly, but his little hands were clenched into fists, as if he was trying his best to endure.

The Ninth Prince saw Zhezhe's performance, looked at Zhezhe with admiration, then walked towards the main seat and sat down as if no one was around.

"Go ahead." Doudou threw Qu Xihua to the center as if throwing away garbage.

Qu Xihua fell flat on the ground, motionless. Zhezhe tried his best to restrain himself and looked away, constantly reminding himself in his heart that he was the young master of the Holy Church and he had to think about the people of the Holy Church. There were only these few people left in the Holy Church and he could not let the entire Holy Church be destroyed because of his father.

"Master Qu, you have a good son who is smarter than you." The Ninth Prince's praise did not make Qu Xihua happy.

He was about to die, and the main force of the Demon Cult was destroyed by the Black Cavalry of the Ninth Prince. No matter how good Zhezhe was, it was useless.

The Ninth Prince didn't care what Qu Xihua was thinking. He looked down at everyone and said to himself, "Master Qu, now that things have come to this, shouldn't we talk about what to do with these people from the Demon Cult?"

“Ahhh…” Qu Xihua struggled on the ground, making terrified sounds from her mouth and her face full of anger and despair.

All the people in the holy land are in front of the Ninth Uncle. The Ninth Uncle can take their lives just by raising his hand.

The people who were surrounded by the Black Cavalry were also sobbing in despair. Most of them were old people and children. The Ninth Prince had a heart of stone and was not moved at all. Feng Qingchen was a little weak after all.

In other words, Feng Qingchen was cruel, but she couldn't be cruel to the child. The Ninth Prince also discovered it, but the current situation did not allow him to be merciful.

The Ninth Prince looked past Qu Xihua and towards Zhezhe: "Since Sect Leader Qu can't talk to me, then, Young Master Zhezhe, are you qualified to represent the Demon Sect now?"

The Ninth Prince's words did not give Zhezhe any chance to refuse. If he told others about it, it would be considered as bullying a child, but it would also be giving the Demon Cult an opportunity.

Being willing to talk is better than saying nothing and directly ordering the destruction of the Demon Sect.

Zhezhe took a step forward and nodded heavily: "I can."

"Very good, then let's talk about this incident." The Demon Cult plotted against the Ninth Uncle first. Even if the Ninth Uncle killed everyone in the Demon Cult today, outsiders would not say a word against him.

Zhezhe has always been a smart child. Although he is not as steady and mature as adults, he is much more insightful than his father and can bend and stretch himself.

Zhezhe didn't say a word in defense. He walked to the middle, knelt down in front of the Ninth Uncle, and kowtowed to him three times, making his forehead bleed.

"It's all my father's fault. I have offended Uncle Nine. You can kill me or chop me up, Qu Zhe will not say a word." He pleaded guilty on behalf of his father and put his own family aside for the sake of justice. Whether it was sincere or false, Zhezhe's behavior made it hard for anyone to say anything bad about him.

"Young Master Qu is indeed an extraordinary young man. He is so cruel and ruthless that even I am not as good as him." The Ninth Prince was openly praising him, but in fact he was mocking him.

Zhezhe said that it was all the Demon Cult's fault. No matter how the Ninth Prince dealt with Qu Xihua, he and the Demon Cult would accept it and would not have any thoughts of revenge. If the Ninth Prince wanted, he could take the life of Qu Xihua or anyone else in the Demon Cult at any time.

Of course, this is because Zhezhe understands that neither he nor the Demon Cult has the ability to retaliate. If he wants to survive the hands of the Ninth Prince, he must let the Ninth Prince vent his anger.

There is nothing wrong with this. As the young master of the Demon Cult, Zhezhe is right to do so. Sacrificing one person can give other members of the Demon Cult a chance to survive. This is a good deal.

However, Zhezhe was only six years old, and the person he abandoned without hesitation was his father!

It's really hard to like him when he's so young and yet he's so ruthless.

Feng Qingchen sighed and felt emotional again, Zhezhe was indeed born cold-blooded. Although Qu Xihua would not live long, Zhezhe's attitude of giving up at any time made Feng Qingchen feel sad.

If he could abandon even his own father like this, how much affection could he have for others?

It's really scary that he is so rational at such a young age.