《Xianxia: My Junior Sisters Are Freaks!》Chapter 103: Mo Shenghong’s Situation
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"Ding! Host, do you wish to use the Purple Demon Eyes?"
"Confirm use!"
System: host has successfully used the Purple Demon Eyes. You have obtained a portion of the Purple Demon Eyes' abilities. Host, please relax and accept the transformation.
After Su Xing clicked to use it, a hint of purple suddenly appeared in the depths of the irises of his eyes.
The specks of starlight grew bigger and bigger, becoming brighter and brighter.
The faint purple gradually expanded, and in the blink of an eye, it occupied his entire eyeball.
When both of his eyes were covered with a layer of purple, a world of dense purple gas suddenly appeared in Su Xing's sight.
His body was purple everywhere, and everywhere he looked was a purple ocean.
Two purple lights shot out from the bottom of the cliff.
A destructive energy shot straight into the sky, and the dark clouds that covered the sky above the cliff were instantly torn apart.
The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the sky gradually became clear.
Huang Sheng, who was rushing anxiously to escape, suddenly stopped. He looked at the strange phenomenon in the sky in confusion.
...
At this moment, in an underground palace thousands of miles away.
A room was filled with candles of all sizes, and a black-robed man covered in black gas was guarding the room.
A bright candle flame suddenly extinguished without wind.
The black-robed man guarding the candlelight suddenly opened his eyes.
He subconsciously checked the name under the candlelight and was stunned.
"Not good! Something happened to the dragon-summoning plan!"
Before his voice fell, the black-robed man turned into a mirage and disappeared on the spot.
"Reporting to Your Highness!"
In the underground palace, under the main hall in the center.
The black-robed man guarding the candlelight knelt on one knee with a terrified expression on his face.
"Your Highness, the Evil Bone Dragon's demonic aura has vanished."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of the door opening.
A middle-aged man with the appearance of a scholar walked out from behind the screen.
He looked at the black-robed man expressionlessly and his voice was indifferent and low.
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"I didn't hear you clearly. Say it again."
"Your Highness..."
No matter how wide the black robe was, it could not cover the trembling body of the black-robed man. He lowered his head and said with a trembling voice.
"Your Highness, the Evil Bone Dragon's life lamp has been extinguished for some unknown reason. However, I have already sent someone to investigate. Please rest assured, Your Highness."
"Trash! You can't even handle a small matter. What use is there for me to keep you?"
The middle-aged man who was expressionless a moment ago now revealed a ferocious expression.
"Please spare my life, Your Highness. I am willing to go personally to investigate. Please give me a chance to redeem myself."
"No need! A dead person doesn't need a chance!"
The black-robed man trembled when he heard that. Then, he turned around and fled out of the door.
Just as he was about to approach the door, the middle-aged man slapped out a feather fan in his hand. The black-robed man was pushed by this force and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string.
As a tragic cry fell, a thick smell of blood began to spread throughout the hall.
"Men, drag this trash away."
"Yes, Your Highness!"
A few black-robed men walked into the hall, bowed, and carried the cold corpse out, as if they were already used to this.
There was a few seconds of silence.
The middle-aged man looked at the air behind him and muttered to himself.
"Wuying, go to the fallen Dragon Valley and take a look. When you go, make sure there isn't a lost token inside."
"Yes, Your Highness!"
There was a slight fluctuation in the darkness, but it soon calmed down.
The middle-aged man snorted and turned to enter the secret door behind the screen.
There was a secret passage in the secret door.
With every step, a lamp would light up in front of him.
After dozens of steps, he arrived at a secret room at the end of the secret passage.
"Old Thief Mo! Tsk, tsk, are you still alive?"
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Puff, puff, puff!
The surrounding lights lit up one after another, illuminating the entire secret chamber.
In the center of the secret chamber stood a figure with disheveled hair who was also covered in wounds.
At this moment, he did not seem to be in a good condition.
He was on the verge of death and his face was pale. His body was covered with wounds of various sizes. One of them even pierced through his chest. Fresh blood dripped down along with the chains, dyeing a large part of the floor red.
If not for the fact that he was hung by several chains, it would have been very difficult for him to even stand up.
When the middle-aged man saw such a miserable state, there was not a trace of pity in his eyes. Instead, there was a crazed delight.
"Hahaha! You, Mo Shenghong, also have such a day."
The person in front of him was actually the great revered emperor, Mo Shenghong!
If not for the middle-aged man mentioning his name, no one would have believed that the great revered emperor would one day become someone else's prisoner.
At this moment, Mo Shenghong was no longer as dignified as before. To describe his current appearance, he was simply in an extremely sorry state.
He stared fiercely at the middle-aged man. His eyes were filled with blood, as if he was unwilling, resentful, and regretful.
In the end, he did not say a word and only stared at him fiercely.
If looks could kill, in Mo Shenghong's eyes, the middle-aged man had probably died countless times.
"Hahaha! How satisfying!"
"I like the way you look at me with hatred, but you can't kill me!"
The middle-aged man laughed and took a few steps forward, his playful gaze sizing up Mo Shenghong.
"Don't you think life is very interesting? A few days ago, His Majesty the Emperor was still high and mighty, but now he's not even as good as a dog!"
"Pathetic! Pathetic!"!
Suddenly!
All the chains suddenly straightened up, and the sounds of the chains being unable to bear the weight rang out in his ears.
When the middle-aged man approached.
Mo Shenghong, who had a dispirited look a second ago, suddenly had a fierce look in his eyes.
With a loud shout, the iron chains wrapped around his body were all shattered by the Qi force. Having obtained his freedom, he did not choose to run away, but instead pounced on the middle-aged man in front of him.
Mo Shenghong knew that in his current state, he would not be able to escape from the demon den no matter what. The only way to survive was to capture the person in front of him.
He forcefully held his breath and displayed his strongest strength at this moment.
"Bloodline power, open!"
His cultivation at the peak of the Tribulation Transcending Stage rose again.
As the mysterious aura of the emperor circulated, an invisible pressure was emitted.
Facing the sudden situation, the middle-aged man didn't move.
He stood there in a daze, as if he had been intimidated by this aura.
As everyone knew, in a fight between experts, every pause and gap could become a fatal flaw.
And the middle-aged man revealed such a flaw, which was the best time to attack him.
Mo Shenghong quickly circulated and concentrated his spiritual energy into his fists and punched towards his heart.
"Very good! Go to hell, Chen..."
Bang! Bang!
The sound of blood spurting out was accompanied by a muffled groan.
Something unexpected had happened.
The moment the battle broke out, the situation that he had imagined did not happen.
Mo Shenghong, who had suddenly erupted, only felt a huge force coming at him. He was sent flying back and crashed heavily into the wall of the secret chamber.
As blood flowed out of his seven orifices, the tyrannical aura on his body also slowly dissipated.
"Why, is that not enough?"
The middle-aged man calmly waved the feather fan in his hand and looked at Mo Shenghong with a gaze filled with ridicule.
"Old thief Mo, do you think that I didn't know that you have the bloodline of the Human Emperor in your body? You don't know that your good son had already sold you out?"
"Hahaha!"
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