Can't Afford to Offend My Scheming Disciple

87. To Destroy the Demon Lord

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

Zhuo Hua looked at Nan Chen. It seemed that he didn’t know Nan Chen until now. In the past ten years, all the things about Nan Chen were fake. From now on, Nan Chen no longer disguised himself.

Nan Chen crouched down and looked at Zhuo Hua, who was like a homeless dog in front of him. He only felt joyful in his heart. Before long, Zhuo Hua would taste the pain he had suffered.

“Master? Have you ever thought that you will be like this?”

Zhuo Hua didn’t speak, but looked at Nan Chen calmly. Now Nan Chen had been somewhat morbid, so it was useless to say more.

Nan Chen had imagined that Zhuo Hua would ask him why he treated him like this with panic in his face, and then begged him to let him go, just like himself in the last life.

However, Zhuo Hua did not speak, and Nan Chen was somewhat annoyed, “Aren’t you curious why I did this to you?”

“It came down to the point where it is no use to talk more.” Zhuo Hua was still calm.

“You!” Nan Chen grabbed Zhuo Hua’s collar with one hand and opened the other hand with spiritual power gathering on it. “Believe it or not, I can kill you now.”

Zhuo Hua closed his eyes and thought that he was about to die like this. Anyway, he should have been a dead person more than ten years ago, and he was satisfied to obtain all these years to live on.

With that in his mind, Zhuo Hua’s life-and-death bond with Kaka was broken.

Kaka had been looking for Zhuo Hua for a long time, but it still couldn’t feel where Zhuo Hua was. Suddenly, it felt that its bond with Zhuo Hua was cut off. Kaka had no idea what might happen to Zhuo Hua. Now that the bond was broken, it was even more impossible for it to feel his whereabouts.

Looking at Zhuo Hua with his eyes closed as if he was relieved, Nan Chen felt something wrong, and his heart hurt for a moment. ‘Damn it, is is the demon in mind…’ Nan Chen stabilized his mind and suppressed the strange feeling in his heart.

Nan Chen loosened his grip, “Want to die? Is it that easy? I want to give you a taste of falling from a height, being scolded by thousands of people.”

Nan Chen pinched Zhuo Hua’s chin, forcing him to look at himself, and red light flickered acrossed his eyes.

Zhuo Hua only felt a familiar sense of impotence, and then his body was out of control.

He looked at Nan Chen who waved his hand, and the chain that locked him was broken.

Zhuo Hua followed Nan Chen out of the thatched cottage. Before long, a group of people came from afar. Nan Chen had already given himself a smack. Then, he vomited one mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.

As soon as they arrived at the Sunset Cliff, they saw Zhuo Hua standing in front of the cottage with his hands on his back, as if he had already known they were coming and waited here.

Wen Lou looked at Nan Chen on the ground and couldn’t help but sneer, “You’re so inhumane that you don’t even let go of your own disciple.”

“Demon Lord, give in now. You are seriously injured now, and there is internal conflict among demons. Your subordinates have no time to take care of you. You are doomed today.” Shan Jing stood out and said.

For today’s sake, he planted many scouts in the Demon; so many disciples were buried for this forever.

“Senior Brother.” Qing Yangzi took a few steps forward, “You said that you are not the Demon Lord, you aren’t, right?”

“Sect Leader Qing, what are you doing? Deceiving yourself? Don’t you see the heavy demonic Qi around Zhuo Hua?”

If a small number of people thought that Zhuo Hua was not the Demon Lord yesterday, they had to believe it today.

Gu Mu suddenly appeared in front of Zhuo Hua and said, “I swear to protect you, my Lord.”

“Ha ha ha…” Shan Jing laughed out, “Protect him? It seems that Master Zhuo Hua is really injured.”