Ink Master, not knowing the identities of Di Minghan and Mo Jiuli, restrained himself and spoke.
"Impossible, this thing has always belonged to my son; otherwise, how could we possibly find it!" Di Minghan said, his face not red and his breath steady.
Ink Master Wenyan...
Ink Master felt extrely frustrated. This Round Disc was a gift from his Master since childhood, accompanying him for thousands of years. He couldn’t understand how the other party suddenly appeared before him and confidently claid it was his son’s. This is simply impossible...
However, because of the strength of Di Minghan and Mo Jiuli, Ink Master felt apprehensive. Combined with Di Minghan’s constant assertion that the thing belonged to his son, Ink Master beca montarily confused. Suddenly thinking of sothing, he squinted at Di Minghan and asked: "Lord, you claim this thing is your son’s, what evidence do you have?"
Di Minghan, eting the other’s gaze, guessed what the other was thinking and coldly said: "This thing is the evidence. Only my son can use it. But you, a little thief, dare to steal my son’s belongings and argue, you’re asking for death..."
After speaking, Di Minghan didn’t bother with nonsense and directly brought out the Cold Fox Sword. With Ink Master staring in terror, his head and body parted ways. Realizing the bad situation, Ink Master attempted to escape, but how could Mo Jiuli let him flee? She waved her hand, a Fla instantly weaving into a Fire net, encasing Ink Master from head to toe...
Ink Master’s eyes stared in horror at Di Minghan and Mo Jiuli, baffled by the situation. Why, out of nowhere, he incurred this disaster? Moreover, these two individuals’ strength was nearly comparable to theirs. In normal circumstances, he wouldn’t fear them, but here their capabilities were suppressed, making their strength not much different...
And the temperature of the Fla was extrely terrifying...
"Don’t worry, you won’t be lonely!" Mo Jiuli looked at Ink Master with a sinister smile. Following this, a series of familiar corpses were thrown into the Fla by Di Minghan.
Exactly thirteen people, all theirs, not one more or less...
Ink Master didn’t even manage to let out a scream, watching his companions being thrown beside him, watching his body turn to ash, and ultimately his Soul. The intense Fla could even burn Souls; they were all annihilated by the opponent without knowing the reason...
Ultimately, neither Ink Master nor his associates anticipated such an outco, nor that their venture would inevitably lead to death...
After dealing with these thirteen black-clad individuals, Mo Jiuli felt considerably relieved. She and Di Minghan separated to stealthily eliminate all the remaining black-clad Guards within the Divine Mansion...
By nightfall, the Divine Mansion was empty. The next day, those who returned were inford they would no longer be required. To ensure they wouldn’t talk, Mo Jiuli discreetly poisoned each of them, erasing their mories of why they left the Divine Mansion...
Then, Mo Jiuli set up an Illusion Array outside the Divine Mansion and returned to the Space with Di Minghan. Awaiting the Wedding of Mo Ziyang in ten days...
"Jiuli, don’t you want to visit the Holy Son Mansion?" Di Minghan asked, looking at Mo Jiuli.
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