397: Chapter 397 Using a borrowed knife to kill

The greetings from the Blood God Sect arrived faster than expected.

A messenger wearing a dark red robe waited outside the main hall of the Wanmo Hall for half a day.

Holding a scroll sealed with blood threads in his hands, with a polite tone yet maintaining a certain distance, he stated that the Sect Master heard the new hall master of the Wanmo Hall had assumed office and specifically came to offer congratulations.

Yu Rumeng took the scroll, unfolded it, and glanced at it. The wording of the content was appropriate, with no probing and no showing of favor.

It was simply a formal greeting, as if confirming that the matter of the Wanmo Hall changing its master had indeed reached the territory of the Blood God Sect.

She closed the scroll, put it away, and told the messenger to go back and report.

Within just a few days, the surface power holders of the major forces in the Demon Domain already knew that the Wanmo Hall had changed to a new hall master.

At the same time, a Human Race demon Cultivator at the Divine Ability level also surfaced in the intelligence records of various forces.

Under Chu Sheng's deliberate low profile,

someone had inquired about his background, but the information that could be found was very limited.

They only knew that he had recently appeared in the Demon Domain and had a close relationship with the Wanmo Hall.

His identity was ambiguous, and there was temporarily no specific evaluation report on his strength.

Yu Rumeng's assumption of office was somewhat smoother than expected.

Although the Evil Half-Immortal did not have much time left, during the handover period he still held down the fort in the hall, suppressing a few waves of probing gazes for her.

Those Devil Kings who were originally still in a wait-and-see state restrained themselves a bit after confirming that Dry Bones and Thousand Ghosts were indeed suppressed.

At least on the surface, no one showed obvious resistance.

She knew this was only a temporary peace; how long it could last depended on how stably she could sit in her position during this time.

In the far north of the Demon Domain.

Deep within the Demon Tomb.

Arrogance sat cross-legged amidst a churning black mist, surrounded by unknown skeletons and shattered fragments of Magical Artifacts, looking like an old carpet that had been trampled flat repeatedly.

His aura was slowly climbing, absorbing the accumulated Devilish Qi around him every once in a while.

Like a river channel slowly filling with water.

He did not open his eyes, but as if sensing some movement, his actions paused for a moment.

A moment later, he opened his eyes and turned his head to look in the direction of the entrance of the Demon Tomb.

Devil King Thousand Ghosts walked out from the shadows of the outer perimeter of the Demon Tomb, his footsteps lighter than usual.

After that incident, Devil King Thousand Ghosts was indeed symbolically grounded by the Evil Half-Immortal.

But among the gate-guarding demon generals, who could control a Devil King of the Daocheng Realm?

In fact, he had always had a secret, which was that he had contacted Arrogance very early on.

He came before Arrogance and slightly lowered his head, as if reporting a matter that was not too urgent but should be known.

"My lord, the Wanmo Hall has changed to a new hall master. It is said that behind it is a young Human Race demon Cultivator at the Divine Ability level, who took away the Reverse Demon Tower and suppressed Dry Bones and Thousand Ghosts."

His voice was lowered very low.

"The aura of that person does not belong to the lineage of the Heavenly Demon Ancestor."

After listening, Arrogance's gaze fell on him, and after quite a while,

he spoke a sentence: "What trash."

His tone carried a detachment after confirming the facts, as if commenting on a matter not worth spending too much energy to think about.

He paused, "However, it truly counts as a small problem."

He did not get up, just leaned against the stone wall, his gaze falling on the churning black mist above his head.

"No need to mind them for now. Let them be majestic for a while first."

Devil King Thousand Ghosts hesitated for a moment, as if wanting to follow up with a question, but did not speak, just standing quietly to the side.

Arrogance closed his eyes, calculating another matter in his heart.

In fact, he could have broken through to Divine Ability long ago.

He had already comprehended a Divine Ability.

His Dao Palace had reached Perfection for many years; as long as he wanted, he could take that step at any time.

But he intentionally smashed a corner of his Dao Palace, keeping it always in an incomplete state.

Because once that gap was mended, he would have to directly break through to the Early Stage of the Tongxuan Realm.

And what he wanted to do went beyond that.

He wanted to go further on the basis of the Heavenly Demon Ancestor, wanting to simultaneously master two or even more than three Divine Abilities while in the Tongxuan Realm.

That way, when he broke through, it would not be the ordinary Early Stage of the Tongxuan Realm, but directly stepping across the Early Stage of the Tongxuan Realm into the Late Stage of the Tongxuan Realm.

He could even touch the threshold of controlling dharma.

Arrogance's lips moved slightly, as if talking to himself, or as if talking to a nonexistent person: "It is almost time to accelerate."

He opened his eyes and looked at Devil King Thousand Ghosts standing not far away, his gaze calm.

Like an artifact slowly preheating and preparing for use, his voice was not loud, but very clear.

"Come here, you have done well, you indeed need to be given some rewards."

Devil King Thousand Ghosts walked forward a few steps, just wanting to open his mouth to say something.

Arrogance raised his hand and pressed it on top of his head, his five fingers tightening slightly.

Devil King Thousand Ghosts's pupils suddenly shrank, his voice carrying obvious panic.

"My lord! I... I am still useful! I can help you keep an eye on the movements of the Wanmo Hall, I..."

Arrogance did not let him finish speaking.

A profound suction force surged from his palm, and Devil King Thousand Ghosts's body began to shrink and shrivel from the edges.

Like a fruit drained of moisture, his skin rapidly adhered to his bones, and his silhouette flattened quickly amidst a brief struggle.

His voice was interrupted halfway, leaving only some uncontrollable syllables, like the sound made by a deflating sac.

A moment later, Arrogance withdrew his hand; at the position where Devil King Thousand Ghosts had originally stood, there remained only a pile of collapsed robes and a withered skeleton.

It no longer possessed its original form, looking like the ruins of a silhouette.

Arrogance lowered his head to glance at the remaining clothing fragments and scattered bones, his tone carrying a judgment after tasting.

"The quality of the Devilish Qi is not very good, fortunately the quantity is sufficient."

After finishing, he added another sentence: "Too terrible."

He put away the last trace of residual Qi on the remains and exhaled a breath of foul air.

His gaze turned to the direction where the Wanmo Hall was located: "However, that mouse really makes one a bit impatient."

He thought for a moment and quickly made a decision.

He did not need to do it himself, only needing to release this news.

The Reverse Demon Tower had fallen into the hands of the Wanmo Hall, and the Wrath Devilish Qi was also controlled by the same person.

He would deliberately release the information.

Those Central Region Cultivators who proclaimed themselves to be of the Righteous Path would not sit idly by and watch these things continue to remain in the Demon Domain.

Using their hands to handle this matter would save much more effort than him acting personally.

Arrogance leaned back against the stone wall and closed his eyes.

The churning black mist around him closed in again, shrouding him within, like a cover slowly closing.

A moment later, a low chuckle came from deep within the Demon Tomb.

"Want to be the new master of the Demon Domain? It is still far too early."

"Hahahaha, these foolish mice still cannot be outsmarted."

That laughter echoed in the empty tomb, like a pebble thrown into a deep pool, rippling out circles of slowly spreading ripples.

And was quickly swallowed up by the surrounding silence.