Ninth Demon Lord

Chapter 829 Another Annihilation
Feng Ting pondered for a while, then said silently: "However, I feel that there are very few people in the monster clan who can practice martial arts. Even if it is a ninth-level monster clan, not everyone is suitable for martial arts."

"What the master said is very true. The body structure of the Yaozu is so strange that there are not many people who are suitable for martial arts." Xue Ying agreed with Feng Ting's point of view.

"Even if it's not too many, the number of monster races is large, and the number of martial arts practitioners is also very scary." Feng Ting laughed.

Xue Ying looked at Feng Ting and said with a smile: "Master, you won't regret accepting me as a disciple, will you?"

"I regret it a bit." Feng Ting laughed.

Xue Ying knew that Feng Ting was joking, and she said with a smile: "If Master regretted it, he wouldn't have shown the Heavenly Cultivation Art to the two supreme beings."

"I can't beat them, what if I don't show them?" Feng Ting showed a helpless look.

"I know Master is not such a stingy person, let alone so narrow-minded." Xueying laughed.

"I'm going back." Feng Ting stood up.

"I'll see Master off." Xue Ying also got up.

The two walked out of the room, and Xue Ying really sent Feng Ting away for more than 100 meters. Seeing Feng Ting entered the side room, she turned and went back.

……

In the early morning, a carriage was walking leisurely near Spring Street. It seemed that this carriage was no different from other carriages, they were all ordinary golden-scaled horses.Although the coachman driving the carriage is a spiritual cultivator, his realm is not too high.

Inside the car, an old man sat quietly. He had lived in this car for a long time, but there was no trace of boredom on his face.

The door opened, and a muscular middle-aged man entered the car.

"See Master." The middle-aged man saluted.

"Sit down." The old man said casually.

"Thank you, Master." The middle-aged man sat down.

The old man looked at the middle-aged man, and said coldly: "It failed again."

"Yes." The middle-aged man replied somewhat dejectedly.

"Still none came back?" the old man asked.

"Yes, I have gone to sixteen Boundless Realms, and the leader is still the middle-level Boundless Realm, and they all left forever." The middle-aged man replied.

The old man's eyebrows moved slightly, and he said coldly: "I don't know how many boundless realms the Xingyue Sect still has."

The middle-aged man looked embarrassed when he heard the words, and said: "Mr. Wen is also very angry, even without us, he would not let Feng Ting go."

Hearing this, the old man reprimanded: "Do you really think that the killers of the Xingyue Sect are so passionate?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man stared blankly at his master.

"If they hadn't accepted our task, they would definitely stop here." The old man reprimanded.

When the middle-aged man heard the words, he was puzzled and said, "They have lost so many strong men, so they will forget it like this?"

The old man looked at his disciple with disappointment in his eyes: "The essence of a killer is to make money and kill people. Without money, why would they kill people?"

The middle-aged man looked at Master, not daring to argue.

"Wen Yimou said this just out of face. He accepted our benefits but was unable to complete the task. This is not only a loss of face, but also a loss of the reputation of the Xingyue Sect." The old man said disdainfully.

When the middle-aged man heard the words, he immediately felt that he was too naive, and he immediately admitted his mistake: "What Master said is true, I thought it was too simple."

"I want to see how they accomplish this difficult task." The old man said domineeringly.

The middle-aged man looked at the old man and asked, "Master, if they can't catch Feng Ting or kill Feng Ting, what should we do?"

"As long as the members of the Xingyue Sect are not dead, they must continue to do it." The old man said domineeringly.

"Yes." The middle-aged man felt that he was simplifying things again, and he was still master's domineering.

"Who do you think is helping Feng Ting?" The old man's tone suddenly became gentler.

The middle-aged man pondered for a while and said, "I think it's Huo Tiandu."

The old man frowned slightly, thought for a while, and said, "It looks like Huo Tian is helping Feng Ting, but I always feel that something is wrong."

The middle-aged man watched the master think, not daring to interrupt.

After a while, the old man said silently: "This matter is getting more and more complicated."

"Master, in fact, Feng Ting is just a martial artist. Even if he is loved by Huo Tiandu, so what? Why does the suzerain attach so much importance to him?" The middle-aged man said puzzled.

The old man looked at the middle-aged man and asked angrily, "Is Feng Ting simple?"

"He's just a little cunning." The middle-aged man still said the same.

"As a martial artist, Feng Ting can disturb Jun Tianzong, do you think he is just a little cunning?" The middle-aged man scolded, he was more and more disappointed with his disciple.

"Master, this disciple is dull and doesn't quite understand." The middle-aged man lowered his head, not daring to look at the master.

The old man reprimanded coldly: "Not to mention anything else, Feng Ting is stronger than you now, if you meet, he can easily kill you. Is this not enough for the suzerain?"

When the middle-aged man heard the words, his complexion was ugly, which really puzzled him.

"Don't keep staring at Gu Mengyuan, let me tell you, Feng Ting may be stronger than Gu Mengyuan in the future." The old man was in a very bad mood.

In fact, the middle-aged man does not accept Master's point of view in his heart, but he dare not speak out when he sees Master getting angry.

The old man continued: "Xu Yang, let me tell you, Feng Ting has proved that martial arts practitioners are by no means as unbearable as the world thinks."

"Yes, Master." The middle-aged man bowed his head and admitted, but he hated Feng Ting even more in his heart.

"If it's not necessary, don't contact Wen Yimou, just wait for his news." The old man ordered.

"Yes, master." The middle-aged man agreed, and then asked in a low voice: "Master, what should we do with Xiang Qianhu and Gu Mengyuan?"

"What mistake did they make, you need to deal with it!" the old man scolded angrily.

"Yes, master." The middle-aged man had never seen his master lose his temper so much, and he dared not speak again.

"Go." The old man waved his hand.

"Master, this disciple will leave." The middle-aged man lowered his head and got out of the car.

"Go." The old man ordered the coachman.

"Yes."

The driver picked up speed, and the carriage sped forward.

After a while, the old man slowly closed his eyes. He really felt a little tired.

……

Inside the Tiangong, there is a garden. The five palace masters, as well as the president of the Holy Academy, Bai Qingran and other big figures, all know that the emperor likes to sit in the garden and receive his subordinates here.

Today, the sun is shining brightly, and every flower in the garden is quietly enjoying the radiation of the sun.

In the huge garden, there are more than a dozen pavilions, large and small.But only the pavilion in the middle is the largest, and there are wooden tables and chairs in the pavilion, while the other pavilions only have stone tables and benches.

A man wearing a brocade robe suddenly appeared in the pavilion. Although his appearance was sudden, it made people feel that he should be here.

The person who dares to enter the garden at will is naturally the emperor Huo Tiandu.

He sat quietly in the pavilion, quietly admiring the flowers and plants in the garden.

The servant came in and said that Yan Jiucheng, the head of the Imperial Guard Mansion, asked to see him.

Soon, the tall Yan Jiucheng arrived outside the emperor and bowed to salute.

"Come in and sit down." The Emperor said calmly.

"Thank you, Great Emperor." Yan Jiucheng stepped into the pavilion and sat beside him.

"Speak," said the Great Emperor.

"Returning to the Emperor, I didn't find the exact trace of the Xingyue Sect's killer. I just found out that the Xingyue Sect's killer appeared in the bamboo forest in the south of the city a few days ago." Yan Jiucheng replied.

"It has appeared. If it just appeared, you should not be able to find it." The emperor said.

"Great Emperor Mingjian, Xingyue Sect killers ambushed Dean Xiaofeng in the bamboo forest." Yan Jiucheng replied.

"Is there any more?" the emperor asked.

"The Xingyue Sect killer seems to have wiped out the entire army. None of them escaped, and they were all killed by Dean Xiaofeng." Yan Jiucheng said.

"The Xingyue Sect's murder plan has always been well-planned. Even if it fails, the entire army should not be wiped out, unless something unexpected happened to them." The emperor said.

Yan Jiucheng immediately nodded and said: "What the emperor said is that there should be an accident that they didn't expect at all."

"Feng Ting is there. Although Feng Ting can always create some surprises, he should not be able to create surprises that Xingyue Sect can't imagine at all." The emperor said.

Yan Jiucheng heard the words and said in a low voice: "The emperor means that there are super strong people helping Feng Ting?"

"What do you think?" the emperor asked.

Yan Jiucheng looked at the emperor and smiled helplessly: "It is said that Dean Xiaofeng's current strength is comparable to that of the Boundless Realm. He is already a super strong man. If he is stronger than him, I can't imagine."

The emperor smiled peacefully when he heard the words: "Although there are not too many superpowers in the world, there are still quite a few."

Yan Jiucheng looked at the emperor and asked: "If there is such a super strong person assisting Feng Ting, it should not be someone unknown."

The emperor laughed again: "There are many superpowers in the world who don't like to show their faces. We don't know, and it's not surprising."

Yan Jiucheng asked with some puzzlement: "The emperor knows who it is?"

"I've said it all, we don't know, and it's not surprising." The emperor looked at Yan Jiucheng and said.

"I didn't understand." Yan Jiucheng smiled embarrassingly.

"No matter who it is, who can help Feng Ting kill the Xingyue Sect killer, it deserves our respect." The emperor said.

"Yes, Dean Xiaofeng himself is also a legendary boy worthy of respect." Yan Jiucheng laughed.

"If Feng Ting needs help, he must do his best to help." The Emperor ordered.

"Obey." Yan Jiucheng was not surprised by this at all, he knew that the Emperor admired Feng Ting more than himself.

"Go."

"My lord, I'm going."

After Yan Jiucheng left, only the Great Emperor was left in the pavilion.

After a while, a white figure suddenly appeared in the pavilion. This figure was like an illusory shadow appearing in broad daylight.Only by seeing his somewhat pale face can he be sure that he is a person, not a shadow.

"How?" the emperor asked casually.

"Back to the Emperor, Feng Ting moved to a manor in the south of the city, and there was another fierce battle there last night. Feng Ting is fine, and the killer seems to have been wiped out." The man in white replied.

"The whole army was wiped out again." The emperor smiled slightly.

"In addition, Xiang Qianhu and Gu Mengyuan should still be in the Star Gazing Academy, and they probably didn't participate in the fierce battle last night." The man in white continued to reply.

"Are you sure Feng Ting is safe?" the emperor asked casually.

"There are formations around the manor, I can't get too close, but I can basically be sure that Feng Ting is safe." The man in white replied.

(End of this chapter)