
‘This air, this aura, this is impossible!’ Yin Long's eyes widened as she looked at Ren Shuang. The other two also immediately realized its resemblance!
“You, Sect Master Xuan?” Yin Long pointed at Ren Shuang with trembling hands.
Ren Shuang nodded with a smile. “Bingo!”
“But how? You were killed along with the other experts from our God Sword Region!” Yin Long furrowed her brows with a puzzled look.
“I'm dead, but I'm reincarnated. The story is quite long, so we'll save the chat later. We still have to negotiate about the process of merging our two sects.” Ren Shuang's personality changed drastically after she recalled her past life. He was no longer the serious and serious man he used to be.
“This ... are you really Sect Master Xuan?” Gu San and Ka Wayan did not believe this.
“That's him. No one other than Sect Master Xuan could make the final sword move of the God Sword Formula! It was he who created it and only he had perfect mastery of the technique!” Yin Long replied confidently. Although it was unbelievable, he was certain that this man was their Sect Master!
Gu San and Ka Wayan were gobsmacked and they did not know how to deal with Ren Shuang. The man had sacrificed his life to save them and they had no face even to raise their heads to look at him.
“Come! You are very old, but you are still acting like a child! Let's focus on the problem before we talk about the past! Elder Hestia, please state the decision of the Heavenly Sword Tower.” After Ren Shuang scolded them, the three old men fell silent and they began negotiations.
***
In the vast mountains filled with hundreds of active volcanoes, a large city could be seen. It was protected by a high-level Array Formation which prevented the deadly lava and agonizing heat from affecting the residents of this city. This was the territory of the Dark Demon Race, the Vulcan Mountains!
The Vulcan Mountains had a population of around ten million, but their combat power was only around one million! The rest were ordinary citizens of the Dark Demon Race and slaves from other races!
In the middle of the Vulcan Mountains was the residence of the Demon King, Berith, the Leader of the Dark Demon Race!
Inside his manor, Berith who was resting with his eyes closed slowly opened his eyes. He took out a wooden box containing Soul Jades, an item that could be connected to one's soul. If the person who placed a portion of his soul died, his Soul Jade would break apart.
Now, one of the Soul Jade inside this wooden box was broken.
Berith frowned as he muttered. “Hadji..The Winged Demon Race Elder...How did he die?”
The Winged Demon Race was a new race that had been conquered by the Darkness Demon Race. He valued them a little because they had two Heavenly God Realm experts at their helm, but now, one of the two had died!
“Doma!” Berith called out, and soon, a towering shadow appeared before him. It was a humanoid with dark blue skin and a muscular physique. He had a pair of golden horns and his facial features looked ferocious and terrifying! This man was Domas, his most trusted subordinate, an expert at the late stage of the Heavenly God Realm!
“Mr Berith, what can I do for you?” Domas bowed as he asked in a low voice.
“Domas, one of our high-ranking slaves was killed. You need to investigate his death.” Berith muttered in a cold voice. He was the only one allowed to punish his subordinates and no one else had the right to do so without his instructions!
Berith glanced at him and said with an angry look. “This Hajj from the Winged Devil Race. Domas, go to the territory of the Winged Demon Race and ask their Leader about what happened. Tell your men to find the culprit and they should bring him to me immediately!”
Domas nodded his head. “Yes, Lord Berith! I will immediately send people to look for the culprit! One more question, My lord.”
“What is it?”
“Do you need it alive or dead?” Domas' expression turned cold as he muttered these words.
Berith smiled and replied. “You can decide for yourself. Now go!”
“Good my master!” Domas bowed before he left the manor.
When Domas leaves, Berith takes the damaged Soul Jade of Hadji and mutters a spell.
Slowly, a faint projection of what Haji saw in his final moments appeared before him.
Berith could see the figure of three individuals. He could not identify them clearly because his projection was blurred and unclear. He also could not hear what they were saying.
After about five seconds, the projection disappeared.
Berith grabbed the wooden box containing Soul Jades. There were fifteen Soul Jade left in the box and each Soul Jade represented a Heavenly God Realm expert!
“Who are those three rats?” He muttered to himself as he kept the wooden box inside his outer space ring.
***
“Everything, something bad has happened to the Hajj Elder!” Kadhar told the five Elders of the Supreme God Realm of the Winged Demon Race.
When they heard the news, their faces changed drastically. Elder Hadji was one of the pillars of the Winged Demon Race. His death would shake their foundations and if others heard of it, there would be great unrest among them! Once this happens, the Winged Demon Race will collapse!
“I don't know what really happened to him, but I can no longer contact him through the communication crystal. He may still be alive, but the possibilities are too small.” Kadhar muttered with a sad tone.
“Older Kadhar, what should we do?” One of the Elders asked with uncertainty.
“Before I lost contact with Elder Hadji, he told me to continue monitoring the dragon building. He also specifically told me to hide our wings when we were in public. Also, I need one of you to tell the Leader about this.”