Wang Zhenshou nodded, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. There was a bit of relief in that smile, but there was also a trace of unnoticeable depth hidden in it.

"Don't worry!" His tone was firm, as if he was using these words to build a solid line of defense for Zhao Heng's doubts.

"Think about it, with Fu Zun's arrogant and unyielding temperament, how could he bother to rob a child's treasure? That is not his style. Besides, Fu Zun is as clear as a mirror in his heart.

If those treasures were really easy to obtain, they would have fallen into the hands of others long ago. How could they fall into the hands of that kid so coincidentally?

There must be an expert secretly helping behind this, there is no doubt about it. Your Majesty is not stupid, and he will not ask for trouble by provoking a powerful enemy whose strength is unknown. That is undoubtedly asking for trouble."

Having said this, Wang Zhenshou's expression suddenly became solemn and his brows were furrowed, as if he had thought of something worrying.

"Although the Master has no intention of snatching the treasure, people's hearts are unpredictable." He sighed and continued.

"I'm afraid that some people will be greedy, ignore the overall situation, kill first and act later, and act without authorization. In this way, not only may it ruin major events, but it may also involve our entire Demon Suppression Mansion in unnecessary disputes. By then

, but it’s really troublesome.”

Zhao Heng's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "How dare they?" His eyes flashed with anger and disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that someone in this world dared to be so bold.

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Wang Zhenshou sighed softly, and his voice was low and gentle: "In their opinion, Lord Fu Zun will not do it for someone who is dying.

After all, in their eyes, a dead genius has no value. Do you understand? In their eyes, life is just a game. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. If you die, you are dead and never again.

There is a chance to turn around."

When Zhao Heng heard this, a trace of unwillingness and stubbornness flashed in his eyes. He shook his head violently and retorted:

"That's not necessarily the case! The Palace Lord may not care, but the Young Lord will definitely take revenge. With the Lord's love for the Young Lord, if he learns of this, he will definitely come forward to seek justice for Ling Xiao."

His tone was full of trust in the young master and admiration for the master.

When Wang Zhenshou heard this, he smiled bitterly, with a hint of helplessness and sadness in his smile:

"Having said that, those people don't know that the Young Lord and Ling Xiao are brothers in life and death. In their eyes, the Young Lord and Ling Xiao are just two young people who have nothing to do with each other.

They would never have thought that the young lord would cause a bloody storm because of the death of a friend. This is the indifference and ignorance of people."

Zhao Heng fell silent, his eyes becoming deep and complicated. He understood that although Wang Zhenshou's words were cruel, they were true. In this world where the strong are respected, the weak often have no choice but to be slaughtered without any resistance.

force.

Wang Zhenshou gently patted Zhao Heng on the shoulder. His action contained a kind of care from an elder to a younger generation, but also contained a heavy trust and expectation.

"Go," he said earnestly, with firmness and encouragement in his eyes, "protect Ling Xiao well, he is the future of our Demon Suppressing Mansion, there is no room for failure. But remember, don't take action easily, just follow him secretly.

After all, although that boy Ling Xiao is young, he has extraordinary strength and many adventures, and ordinary people cannot pose a real threat to him. You only need to ensure that he is safe and sound, and that is the best help."

Zhao Heng nodded slightly, his eyes flashing with perseverance and determination. He knew well that he shouldered a great responsibility, but at the same time, he was also full of confidence and admiration for Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao's monster talent and extraordinary experience have long been a legend in the Demon Suppressing Mansion. As Ling Xiao's senior, I have the responsibility to protect such monsters.

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The stronghold of the Soul Clan, that place shrouded in countless darkness and evil, is quietly dormant at the other end of the Ten Thousand Demons Cemetery.

Ling Xiao and his party went through hardships and obstacles, crossed the vast wilderness and steep mountains, and walked for seven days and seven nights before finally seeing a heart-stopping huge fortress on this cursed land.

This fortress is completely different from the majesty and solemnity of Zhenmo Mansion. It exudes an indescribable exotic style, but within this style, there is a bit of creepy weirdness.

The walls of the fortress are made of huge black stones. These black stones seem to absorb all the surrounding light, making the entire fortress look particularly eerie in the afterglow of the setting sun.

On top of the fortress, there are various strange patterns carved on it, including twisted human faces, clawed monsters, and strange runes. Each pattern seems to contain some kind of evil power, which makes people just look at it.

At the last glance, I could not help but feel a chill in my heart, and my hair stood on end.

On both sides of the fortress are two huge mountains. They stand there quietly like two patron saints.

These two mountains tower into the clouds and can be seen as far as the eye can see. The mountains are covered with snow all year round and are completely white, as if they are a world sealed by ice and snow.

And in the snow-capped mountains, monsters roamed rampant. They roared or hissed, and their voices echoed in the valley, which was frightening.

Each of these monsters possesses unimaginable power. If an ordinary warrior dares to step into this area, he will probably be torn into pieces by these monsters in an instant.

Even if you are a strong person in the Heavenly Realm, if you do not have enough preparation and strength, you will suffer a loss if you go up, and you may even never be able to come down again.

Therefore, this fortress standing in the Tomb of Ten Thousand Demons has naturally become almost the only way to reach Soul Zhen Palace.

For the warriors of the Demon-Suppressing Mansion, it is simply a dream to leave this cursed land and travel to the vast outside world without passing through this fortress.

The existence of the fortress is like an insurmountable natural chasm, isolating the Demon Suppression Mansion from the outside world.

In a sense, this move of the Soul Clan is undoubtedly a blockade of the Demon Suppression Mansion.

They not only blocked the opening of the Demon-Suppressing Mansion, but also blocked the advancement path of the Demon-Suppressing Mansion, as if they wanted to lock the Demon-Suppressing Mansion in this fixed space so that the warriors of the Demon-Suppressing Mansion would never be able to contact them.

When you go to the outside world, you cannot see a broader world.

This blockade is undoubtedly a kind of suppression and restriction on the warriors of the Demon Suppressing Palace, leaving them to linger in this cursed land without being able to fly high.

Ling Xiao stood at the front of the team, staring closely at the gloomy fortress ahead, with a hint of excitement that could not be concealed in his eyes.
Chapter completed!