LEGEND OF THE DEMON KING.
501. COLD-BLOODED.
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With a few flips of his hand,
Tan Wen Hong set up the defensive Formation and sat down cross-legged,
calm his mind and prepare himself to break through.
He felt his right eye burning red hot as the golden ring lit up.
Tan Wen Hong took a deep breath and focused all of his soul force on his right eye.
The Divine Eye of the Void had an intrinsic connection to one's soul. Every progress would weigh heavily on one's soul.
Three days passed in an instant this way, with Tan Wen Hong focusing on his task and no one bothering him either.
However, the morning of the fourth day Tan Wen Hong opened his eyes while sighing.
“It still failed. Is it because my soul is weak or because of my restless state of mind?” Squinting, eyes,
Tan Wen Hong started to regret. It was a rare opportunity to become stronger and he had completely wasted it.
Recalling his impatience four days ago, Tan Wen Hong shook his head.
Why can't I calm down? I need to temper my heart and eliminate all distractions.
Tan Wen Hong took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The next time he opened it, they were extremely clear without any ripples on it.
Tan Wen Hong stood up, unbuttoned the arrangement and walked out.
He meets Tan Yunchang and his friends. One glance was enough to tell him that something was happening.
“What's wrong?” Tan Wen Hong looked at them.
Tan Yunchang muttered, “Pavilion Lord Long has sent word that they want to discuss the final battle between the seven houses with you. But you cultivated these past few days and.”.
“Alright, I understand.”
Tan Wen Hong cut him off and walked away without seeing them. Like a lone wolf.
Tan Yunchang stared at his back for a long time and then said, “Captain Pang, did you also notice that he has changed?”
Captain Pang gulped, “Steward Tan Wen Hong did not change, he only returned like eight years ago. She looks the same as back then in the Misty Forest.”
Tan Yunchang watched the arrogant figure with a sick heart.
"Did he ... leave again?"
A demon cultivator only cared about themselves.
With Tan Wen Hong having met so many people over the years, every meeting had a faint influence, she said,
each of them stained his heart and finally shook his usually peaceful state of mind.
He believed that this was the only reason for his failure to advance the Divine Eye of the Void to stage 2.
After careful consideration, he had cast aside every influence, along with the ever-growing emotions.
Strong ones do not need dead loads.
Looking at the white clouds floating in the blue sky, Tan Wen Hong's eyes were extremely clear. So much so that they seem dead.
Much better.
Sighing, Tan Wen Hong walked over with the intention of heading towards a courtyard that was ten times larger than the Tan clan courtyard.
This place had high-ranking people watching the gate.
“Brother, the killing with the intention you used has opened my eyes!” Long Jiu laughed.
Tan Wen Hong nodded undeterred, “For a long time no see, brother Jiu!”
Long Jiu paused for a moment.
Why are you so cold today?
“Honey, you are so cool!” Xiao Dandan jumped up and down at some point with a reddish face. Supervisor Peony held his face and sighed.
Tan Wen Hong glanced at him and said, “Son, do that again and I will make sure it will be the last one for you!”
His heart was instantly shaken, Xiao Dandan noticed him as if he was a stranger.
He was already used to Tan Wen Hong talking like that, but this time he could see a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes.
He was certain that if he opened his mouth at this moment, Tan Wen Hong would tear it apart!
Supervisor Peony saw his student being booed and glared. But before he could defend himself,
tan Wen Hong's cold and emotionless eyes snapped at him, “And you, face your disciple before he encounters misfortune.
When that time comes, you will only blame yourself for not properly educating him! ”
Tan Wen Hong then walked in without looking at the women.
Tan Wen Hong had long lost his lewd mood and was ready to follow through on his threat.
What's wrong with this kid? He's like everybody else.
While those who were familiar with Tan Wen Hong were restrained, the rest were even more afraid of getting his anger.
Tan Wen Hong was surrounded by a constant atmosphere of savagery as if he stood above everything else.
No one dared to stand closer than three meters around this mighty master.
This Tan Wen Hong made them all cold and shaken inside.
It's thundering!
Tan Wen Hong entered through a heavy door, where the three clans sat around a round table.
They were all smiling at his arrival, especially Chu Qingcheng.
He nodded and smiled in response, but ignored Chu Qingcheng as he took the chair.
“Steward Tan Wen Hong, qualifying round has ended. Due to your involvement, a large number of clans were eliminated.
This made the final battle planned a month later transferred two days from now. ” Long Yifey explained.
Tan Wen Hong nodded, “So the reason you want to meet me is..”.
“Seeing how the Tan clan has never participated in the last battle of the seven houses before, there are some things you have not learned.”
Long Yifey smiled, “Actually, the last battle was held in a different area each time and the rules changed accordingly. What remains the same is how cruel and brutal it is.”
“So it wasn't held in Dragon Cloud City? Hasn't it been a tradition for the Esoteric Debate to be held here for the past thousand years?” Tan Wen Hong raised an eyebrow.
Long Yifey shook his head, “This is the scheme of the imperial family. Only by constantly changing the environment can they see the true power of the seven houses.
And with how strong the disciples of the seven houses were, so too would the terrain become more difficult. This time is expected to be the worst so far!”
Tan Wen Hong narrowed his eyes, still unconscious.
Grandma giggled, “Steward Tan Wen Hong need not be confused. Dragon Cloud City has a large 8th class Teleportation Array to send us anywhere within the Tianyu Empire.
And that's where the final battle will be held. This is also to prevent anyone from setting up an ambush.”
Tan Wen Hong nodded.
The imperial family thought of everything. But using such a large Teleportation Array just for the Esoteric Debate was a waste.
Tan Wen Hong shook his head in the end.
If the imperial family wanted to dispose of their coffers, how was that the case? He better focus on the final battle.
That's why they're gathered here.
Xie Xiaofeng smiled, “Steward Tan Wen Hong, your skills have opened our eyes. But we still want to ask, how sure are you facing Huangpu Qingtian?”
While squinting, Tan Wen Hong sneered, “Nothing at all. But you can rest easy knowing that I can hold it.
With how one of the other three is paralyzed, can you handle the remaining two? ”
“With Steward Tan Wen Hong restraining the monster, the other two and a half men would be easily taken care of.
Rank seven homes will be in upheaval!” Xie Xiaofeng anticipated happily.
Others laughed with him.
They discussed further details and were later postponed. Tan Wen Hong walked to the door as a graceful figure blocked his gaze.
Tan Wen Hong looked at Chu Qingcheng.
“You need something?” Tan Wen Hong said flatly.
Chu Qingcheng watched the calm Tan Wen Hong angrily, saying,
“Tan Wen Hong, I want an answer. Do you have no reason to stay in Drifting Flowers City longer?”
“No!” Tan Wen Hong firmly, “I told you, I did it only for personal gain.
Since I have achieved my goal and got what I want, I have no reason to stay.”
Chu Qingcheng gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, “How about the days spent in that hut ..”
“You call playing house real?” Mocking, Tan Wen Hong sneered, “Without sacrificing a few days of my youth, you will never hand over the Bodhi Jade Sap willingly ..”
Pa!
Chu Qingcheng slapped him before he could finish.
While grinning, Tan Wen Hong giggled despite her raging eyes, “Foolish girl, you are so easily deceived that
I was worried how the Floating Flower Building would last after Grandma left. Why not give it to me?”
“, you die inside!” Chu Qingcheng glared, his fingers digging out his palms spitting out blood, following his flawless complexion.
Grinning, Tan Wen Hong no longer looked at him as he left, but his ridicule remained stinging,
“Ha-ha-ha, I am and will always be a demon cultivator. Even if that time made me feel something, then what? You think you can tie me up?”
With heart-wrenching pain, Chu Qingcheng watched her leave with a face full of tears.
Tan Wen Hong stopped but never turned around. His face was always cold as he walked away alone.
Supervisor Peony and the others rushed over, saw Chu Qingcheng's state and started cursing at Tan Wen Hong.
Tan Wen Hong barely cared about that unlucky cry, leaving with a cold smile on his face.
He had just left the courtyard and immediately saw some blood seeping from his mouth.
He wiped it off without feeling and mechanically.
To become a Demon King, he had to be cold-blooded and never let a trace of emotion rule him again …