Xianxia: My Junior Sisters Are Freaks!

In the Dark Hall, there was absolute silence.

Silence!

It was deathly quiet. Only angry roars echoed in the hall, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

At least, that was the case for the group of black-robed men kneeling under the prince.

Chen Youliang was furious, but no one dared to make a sound. They all wished they could bury their heads in the ground before giving up.

As for this temperamental and tyrannical holy son…

Everyone was already terrified. How could they dare to show their faces at this moment.

Suddenly, at this moment, a mocking voice was heard in the hall.

"Brat, why are you throwing a tantrum here again? I heard your voice from far away just now!"

"Benefactor Holy Envoy? !"

"Hahaha! Why did you come, Saint Messenger? Why didn't you tell me in advance that I would personally go out to welcome you!"

The moment he heard the voice, the Fury on Chen Youliang's face disappeared and was replaced by a trace of joy.

That's right, this temperamental demon actually laughed.

The group of black-robed men kneeling on the ground did not raise their heads, but their hearts were shocked.

It was hard to imagine that the holy son, who was still angry a moment ago, would smile like a simple and honest youth in the next moment. It was really hard to believe.

Who was the person who could make him show such an expression?

Seeing this scene, everyone could not help but feel puzzled.

Soon, they saw that person.

As soon as he finished speaking, a masked man wearing a loose black robe with half-black and half-hundred long hair and holding a shiny silver cane slowly walked in from outside the hall.

His way of walking was very strange. He tapped the ground with his two crutches, and his entire figure moved a few feet forward.

After tapping the cane a few times, he appeared in the hall.

"Greetings, Saint Messenger!"

Chen Youliang came to the person's side in a flash. He cupped his fists and was about to kneel down when the masked man blocked him with his cane. Seeing Chen Youliang's respectful look, he nodded with satisfaction and said.

"Rascal, there's no need for so much etiquette between you and me!"

"Tell me, what happened that made you so angry?"

"It's a long story about my benefactor. Please take your seat first and allow me to talk to you slowly."

The masked man glanced at Chen Youliang and nodded with a smile, but did not say anything.

"Get out of the way, you bunch of useless things."

Chen Youliang berated the black-robed man kneeling in front of him to get out of the way while he respectfully helped the masked man to sit on the throne in the main hall. The masked man did not delay and calmly sat down.

But this caused the group of black-robed men to be shocked!

The throne was the symbol of the highest authority in the demon race. Chen Youliang was able to sit on this position because he was the saint chosen by the demon race. Then this mysterious man sat on the throne so openly. Could it be that he was also a high-ranking member of the demon race?

Just as everyone was puzzled, Chen Youliang shouted sternly.

"This is the saint emissary of the demon race. He is one of the highest existences in the demon race apart from the demon emperor. He sits on the same level as the twelve demon emperors under him. All of you should quickly bow when you see him."

Seeing that everyone was still suspicious, he could not help but have a trace of killing intent flash through his eyes.

He was able to sit in this position and become the saint son of the demon race. All of this could be said to be closely related to the masked man. If it was not for the masked general

He had saved him from the water prison of Dafeng, but he was still a useless prince who was bullied by others.

Therefore, to him, the masked man was simply the existence of a second parent.

He would not let anyone who dared to be disrespectful to the masked man go, even if it was with a questioning gaze.

Under Chen Youliang's murderous gaze, a chill could not help but rise in the hall. It was a kind of soul-piercing chill, as if a vicious dog had its eyes on him.

"We pay our respects to the Saint Ambassador…"

"We wish the Saint Ambassador Eternal Happiness and longevity as long as the heavens."

When the black-clothed men kneeling in the hall saw this, they did not dare to be negligent and saluted the masked man one after another.

Faced with everyone's salutation, the masked man did not decline like before. Instead, he clearly accepted it.

"Eternal happiness and longevity as long as the heavens! TSK TSK…"

After reminiscing for a while, the masked man turned his head to look at Chen Youliang and said meaningfully, "You brat, you really know how to play tricks. This slogan is not bad. I like it very much!"

"Haha! It's good that saint emissary likes it. I'll let them think of a few more."

"Mm, did something happen to the demonic sect?"

The masked man placed his crutches on both sides of the throne. He lowered his legs as he asked casually, as if he was making small talk.

Upon hearing this, Chen Youliang's eyes were filled with killing intent.

"Saint Messenger, our sect has followed your previous instructions and captured many sacrificial offerings to prepare for the sacrificial hall in the future when the east continent is in chaos."

"Everything was going very smoothly. Even the cultivators in the east continent had their strength reduced by a lot. However, the sacrificial offerings have been rescued one after another since a while ago."

"Now, we have lost more than 100,000 sacrificial offerings. I'm afraid that it will have a great impact on the sacrificial offerings in the future!"

At this point, Chen Youliang's expression became even more solemn.

One had to know that they had spent a lot of effort and went through a lot of trouble to do all this in order to prepare for the revival of the demon race in the future. Now, the key to opening the connection between the demon race and the eastern wastelands had actually been stolen, their previous preparations had been in vain.

"Have you found out who's behind this?"

As the masked man covered his face, he could not see the expression on his face. However, he could still feel the coldness in his low voice.

Obviously, he was also a little displeased.

"A bunch of trash. Bring your things up."

As soon as he finished speaking, a few black-robed men carried the stone slab into the hall and placed it in the center of the hall.

Stone tablet? It was actually a stone tablet that was laid on the road!

The moment the masked man saw the stone tablet, his gaze could not help but turn cold. This was because a few water stains had suddenly appeared in the corner, or rather, the wine stains left behind by the wine were more appropriate.

"With such an item, has the saint messenger thought of who that person was?"

Seeing that the masked man did not speak, chen Youliang continued, "Traces of the wine were found in the places where the three sacrificial offerings were rescued. According to the experts of the eastern wastelands that the demonic God sect had recently come into contact with, there are currently two people who have the ability to rescue people and find the location where the sacrificial offerings were hidden."

"One of them is the patriarch of the mysterious Sky Sword sect, eccentric sword. This person is addicted to alcohol by nature and his cultivation has improved even further after breaking through. It is said that he has already reached the realm of Ascension and above. His strength is not ordinary!"

When the masked man heard this, he pondered for a moment before shaking his head.

"Eccentric sword went to a place. This matter is not his doing."

"Yes! I think so too."

Although old monster sword was strong, they were all hiding in the thousand miles red cliff, but old monster sword was not there. It was obvious that the matter of the sacrifice being saved had little to do with him.

Then, the second person was next.

That person had unfathomable strength and also had a great enmity with the demonic sect.

Even old monster sword could not help but be dwarfed by him. Whether it was in terms of strength or in terms of various methods, the former and the latter were quite different.

Chen Youliang and the masked man looked at each other and said the same name.

"Wine Sword Immortal!"

At this moment, wine sword immortal sneezed unconsciously in another part of the vast desert!