225: The Scheme of the Glazed Saint Lord

The Grand Elder paused, looking at the Holy Lord with a puzzled expression.

"Give it to them."

The Glass Holy Lord's towering rage had receded, replaced by a bottomless coldness and calculation.

"Holy Lord, this Netherworld Hall is treacherous..."

A cold light flickered in the Glass Holy Lord's eyes, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the armrest of the throne, producing a rhythmic soft sound, as if weighing some pros and cons.

"The rats of the Netherworld Hall are indeed hateful. But right now, the hidden danger behind Zhan Xiuluo and those few is the real major concern!"

His voice was low, carrying a hint of resolve.

"Since we've already torn off the facade and offended them, then we must spare no expense to thoroughly uncover their true capabilities! Let's see what methods that mysterious person truly possesses!"

He looked at the Grand Elder, the sharp light in his eyes as piercing as a blade: "As for the Netherworld Hall... Hmph, since they dared to extort me today, in the future, I will make them spit it all out, principal and interest, twofold!"

"Tell the Netherworld Hall," the Glass Holy Lord said coldly, "three Saint Artifacts, they can have them."

The Grand Elder's face showed surprise, but he dared not interrupt.

"However," the Glass Holy Lord's tone shifted, becoming decisive, "there is one condition: for the next assassination, the Netherworld Hall must dispatch a true Saint!

I want to see the result of a Saint's action!"

His eyes gleamed with a cold light: "These few individuals possess astonishing methods; even the fall of a Quasi-Saint Peak did not force out their trump cards... It seems only a Saint's personal presence can test their true depth! These three Saint Artifacts are not compensation, but payment for a Saint from their Netherworld Hall to take action!"

Upon hearing this, a glint flashed in the Grand Elder's eyes, and his mind suddenly cleared. He couldn't help but secretly praise the Holy Lord's foresight.

The Holy Lord's move was clearly a brilliant plan that killed three birds with one stone.

It temporarily stabilized the Netherworld Hall, avoiding direct conflict with them, and also allowed him to use heavy incentives to compel them to send out a true Saint to test the depth of Zhan Xiuluo and the other three.

Regardless of whether the Netherworld Hall succeeded or failed this time, the Glazed Holy Land could remain aloof and watch the tigers fight.

If the Netherworld Hall succeeded, the major concern would naturally be eliminated. If they failed, it would also allow them to glimpse the opponent's trump cards, and even further weaken the Netherworld Hall's strength.

Having understood this, the Grand Elder was sincerely convinced and bowed, responding: "Holy Lord is wise! This subordinate understands. I will go negotiate with the Netherworld Hall now and ensure this matter is handled properly!"

"Mm."

The Glass Holy Lord nodded slightly, the rhythm of his fingertips tapping the throne remaining steady.

"Remember, the posture must be sufficient. We must let the Netherworld Hall feel our Holy Land's 'sincerity,' but also make them understand that this is their last chance to salvage their reputation. If they fail again... their credibility in the Eastern Region will be utterly gone."

"This subordinate will remember!"

The Grand Elder responded solemnly, then exchanged glances with the other core Elders in the hall. Everyone understood tacitly and bowed together before withdrawing.

The heavy hall doors slowly closed, completely shutting out the light and noise from outside.

Within the empty and cold grand hall, only the Glass Holy Lord remained, seated alone on the throne.

The inscrutable look of calculation on his face did not dissipate with the departure of the others; instead, it grew even more profound in the silence.

He did not rise, his gaze seemingly piercing through the hall, looking towards an unknown distance.

After a long time, he spoke faintly to the deepest shadow beside him, his voice not loud, yet it penetrated the heart: "Elder Shadow."

As his voice fell, the shadow behind his throne, which should have been still, suddenly rippled gently like water.

A blurred figure quietly emerged from the shadows, silent and imperceptible, as if he were one with the shadows.

This person was completely enveloped in a strange mist of dark shadows, his aura fully contained. If he did not actively reveal himself, even a Saint of the same realm would likely find it difficult to detect his existence.

However, that kind of profound, unfathomable pressure, accumulated over years like a deep abyss, silently proclaimed his terrifying cultivation at the Saint Realm Peak!

"Holy Lord."

The figure called Elder Shadow bowed slightly, his voice hoarse and low, like ripples in an ancient well of a thousand years.

"You heard everything discussed in the hall just now."

The Glass Holy Lord's gaze remained fixed forward, his tone calm and unperturbed.

"This old servant heard it."

Elder Shadow's response was concise and respectful.

"The rats of the Netherworld Hall are insatiably greedy and cannot be fully trusted. They might dispatch a Saint as agreed, but they may not exert their full strength, or even feign compliance and merely go through the motions."

A cold light flashed in the Glass Holy Lord's eyes, and his tone turned cold, "What I want is not a potential test, but a foolproof, inescapable situation that must force out all of the opponent's trump cards!"

He slowly turned his head, his gaze, like a tangible entity, falling upon Elder Shadow: "You go personally. Disguise yourself as a Netherworld Hall assassin and seek an opportunity to strike.

Remember, your primary goal is to kill them. These few individuals have strange potential, leaving them alive will lead to endless trouble! If you cannot do that, then at all costs, force out all their life-saving methods, and force out the Dao Protector who might exist behind them!

"This old servant understands."

Elder Shadow's voice remained utterly calm, as if the mission he accepted was merely a trivial matter.

"I will not fail the Holy Lord's trust."

"Go. Act carefully. Your identity must never be exposed."

"Yes."

Elder Shadow's figure swayed slightly, then, as if melting, he silently merged back into the shadows, as if he had never appeared.

Indeed, those who can ascend to the esteemed position of a Holy Land Lord, wielding the fate of billions of lives, are all individuals with minds as deep as the sea and ruthless, decisive methods.

Within the grand hall, only the Glass Holy Lord remained, along with that seemingly eternal coldness and silence.

He slowly leaned back into the throne, a cold and profound arc curving on his lips, and murmured: "I want to see just how many more tricks these few Heavenly Human Realm youngsters have up their sleeves.

With the Netherworld Hall as a sharp blade in the open, and Elder Shadow, a poisonous thorn sent by me, in the shadows... this play is becoming more and more interesting."

"As for that mysterious strong individual behind them..."

A trace of solemnity flashed in the Glass Holy Lord's eyes, but it was immediately replaced by a hint of arrogance.

"My Glazed Holy Land has a Legacy of ten thousand years; its profound Foundation is not something outsiders can fully comprehend! Even if his cultivation reaches the heavens, if he wishes to shake the Holy Land's Foundation, he must weigh whether he can withstand the thunderous wrath of my Glazed Holy Land!"

Three chapters today.