1439 Master and Disciple Are Birds of a Feather? (2)
However, after Zhan Zhuowen heard Zhan Xin’s words, he laughed loudly. “Elder Zhan Xin, your suggestion is very good!” Zhan Zhuowen turned into a ball of black fog and appeared behind Elder Zhan Xin. Then, he patted Elder Zhan Xin’s shoulder with a smile and praised, “Elder Zhan Xin, you’ve devoted yourself to serving the Demon Supremacy. When I see the Demon Supremacy later, I will definitely report this matter to the Demon Supremacy. After this battle is over, you will definitely be placed in an important position by the Demon Supremacy!”
When he heard this, Zhan Xin was delighted. He hurriedly lowered his head and replied, “Since I’ve already decided to follow Demon Supremacy, I naturally have to share your burden. This is my duty.” After saying that, Zhan Xin glanced at the charming Seventh Elder.
He did this for selfish reasons.
The Seventh Elder was Ye Qingchen’s trusted right-hand man. Zhan Xin knew very well how deep the Seventh Elder’s hatred for him was. If he did not perform well, if Ye Qingchen, that great fiendish cultivator, really won this battle, then after the battle ended, his death would be imminent.
Zhan Xin could only violate his principles as a War God Clan elder, abandon his morals, and do his best to serve Ye Qingchen in order to seek a chance of survival for himself.
Not everyone was compassionate enough to disregard their own life.
There were many people who became even more afraid of death the longer they lived.
In this world, there were only a small number of heroes. Most of them were people who were afraid of death.
Zhan Xin knew that he was a coward.
The Seventh Elder also understood Elder Zhan Xin’s motive. She smiled coldly and suddenly extended her right hand in front of Zhan Xin. In her palm, there was a black porcelain bottle. It was unknown what was inside, but the bottle could not hide the evil demonic power inside.
The Seventh Elder looked at the bottle with a warm smile on her face as she said to Elder Zhan Xin, “This contains the heart blood of Lord Demon Supremacy. There are a total of three drops inside.”
The Seventh Elder handed the black bottle to Elder Zhan Xin. “Elder Zhan Xin, pour these three drops of ink blood into the wine jar. Before the Pledge of Death Conference, personally send this wine to the elite warriors of the War God Clan. If you can do it, after this battle is over, I will definitely personally request the Demon Supremacy to confer you the title of the head of the elders.”
The Seventh Elder held the bottle with a smile while waiting for Elder Zhan Xin to take it.
Elder Zhan Xin’s eyelids twitched violently, and his legs, which were blocked by the conference table, were trembling non-stop.
Everyone in the room frowned at him and the Seventh Elder.
Under everyone’s gaze, Elder Zhan Xin extended his trembling hands and held the bottle fearfully. After he hid the bottle in his interspatial ring, he bowed to the Seventh Elder and said loudly, “Thank you for letting me carry out such an important mission!”
Seeing this, the Third Elder suddenly slammed the table and stood up as he scolded Elder Zhan Xin angrily, “Zhan Xin! Are you f*cking crazy?! It’s fine if we’re weak and useless, but how can we harm those young children? Do you have any humanity?!”
Upon hearing this, Zhan Zhuowen turned to look at the Third Elder and asked with a smile, “What, do you think Demon Supremacy’s arrangement is inhumane?”
Zhan Bing’s lips trembled a few times. After he took a deep breath, he suddenly took off the ring that symbolized the identity of an elder on his right ring finger. He slammed it on the table as he said angrily, “I’ve never been a kind person, but I’m not so cowardly that I’m willing to risk the lives of all the disciples of the War God Clan in order to be a lap dog!”
“You guys can kill or torture me if you want!”
Zhan Bing kicked the stool away and stood up to leave.
Seeing that he was about to leave, the other elders looked at each other with conflicted expressions.
Just as they were hesitating about whether to leave with Zhan Bing, the closed door of the conference hall behind them slowly opened on both sides. A young and tall figure stood under the door and strode in against the light.
When he entered, the guards hurriedly closed the door.
The light in the room was no longer so blinding, so the person’s face became clearer.
He was wearing a gray suit and holding a war gun in his arms. The man’s slicked-back hairstyle made his handsome face look even more chiseled and sharp.
When he saw the person’s face clearly, Zhan Bing was delighted and shouted in surprise, “Wuya, you’re back!”
The man who suddenly barged in was Zhan Jiuxiao’s disciple, Zhan Wuya.
Zhan Wuya did not answer.
However, Zhan Bing did not notice anything abnormal about Zhan Wuya. He quickly rushed over and held Zhan Wuya’s arms tightly. He could not hide his hatred as he said, “Wuya, your mentor has been possessed by the great demon Ye Qingchen. All these years, he has done many evil things behind our backs. You are a sensible good child, and you were also raised by the Elder Council and Madam. Don’t collude with that demon Ye Qingchen!”
When he heard this, Zhan Wuya’s lips slowly curled up and an eerie smile appeared on Zhan Wuya’s face.
Zhan Wuya did not smile often, and every time he smiled, the corners of his mouth were symmetrical. When he did not smile, Zhan Wuya always gave off a stern aura. However, as long as Zhan Wuya smiled, he would appear youthful and cute.
When he saw the eerie smile on Zhan Wuya’s face, Zhan Bing’s heart skipped a beat. Then, he realized something and his expression instantly changed.
“Zhan Wuya, could it be that you already knew about your mentor’s true colors?” Zhan Bing asked in shock while looking at Zhan Wuya with disappointment.
The other elders also looked at Zhan Wuya with complicated expressions.
Wuya usually looked like a righteous person, and he was quite similar to his mentor when he was young. Unexpectedly, he had already known Ye Qingchen’s true colors and was birds of a feather with him.
