Seeing the black-clothed youth sitting up there looking at the people below expressionlessly, he looked away, leaned back in his chair, and looked at Han Rong lazily, "When you traded the spiritual ore with me to destroy the Phoenix Dynasty, you didn't say that we would have to help you clean up the mess afterwards, let alone that we would have to help you kill the remaining people."
Hearing the voice of the person in the main seat sinking slightly and with a hint of coldness, Han Rong immediately lowered his eyes and said, "I dare not. I came here only to tell the Palace Master the news, and I dare not ask the Palace Master to take action."
"snort!"
The black-robed man snorted coldly and stared at him with his sharp eyes. "Han Rong, don't think that I don't know what you are up to! You were just a servant beside Xuanyuan Moze, but you bullied your master and were kicked out. If it weren't for your current master helping you to seize the body, you wouldn't be able to stand here! With someone like you, who gave you the power to not kneel in front of me? Who gave you the courage to use me?"
The sinister voice, accompanied by a powerful pressure, came at once, startling Han Rong's heart. The breath of death enveloped him in an instant, causing his legs to soften involuntarily and he actually knelt down.
"No, I don't dare."
He, he actually knew! He actually knew that he had taken over a body? He also knew that he was originally someone close to Xuanyuan Moze? How did he find out
At this moment, Feng Jiu was also shocked when she heard this. She stared at Han Rong below, unable to believe that this person was actually the Han Rong whose cultivation was destroyed by Xuanyuan Moze.
Is it him? It turned out to be him!
It was because of his desire for revenge that she destroyed her Phoenix Dynasty, caused so many Phoenix Guards to die in battle, caused her grandfather and grandmother to suffer so much, and caused her uncle to die because of this disaster...
Looking at the people below, murderous intent surged in her heart, and she wished she could kill him!
The black-robed man glanced at Han Rong who was kneeling below him, and said coldly: "Next time, even if you have that news, you don't have to come here to tell me. My Dark Night Temple is not a place you can come to whenever you want!"
"Yes, I'll take my leave now."
Han Rong lowered his head, perhaps because he was afraid of his pressure, so he didn't even dare to raise his head at this moment. He just stood up and walked out with his head lowered. Only after he walked a distance out of the palace did he let out a sigh of relief, calmed his pounding heart, and left quickly.
Only someone like him who has experienced the despair of death knows how wonderful it is to be alive. It is precisely because of this that he cherishes everything he has now even more. As for Fengjiu and the others, he will not just let it go like this!
"Number nine." After Han Rong left, the man in black robe called out casually.
“I’m here.” Fengjiu jumped down from above and bowed respectfully.
"Do you know him?" The man in black robe narrowed his eyes and stared sharply at the young man standing in front of him, not missing a single expression that flashed across the young man's face.
“My lord, I have seen him before.” Fengjiu said calmly.
"Oh? Really? Where did you meet?" He raised his eyebrows, motioning him to continue.
She looked at the person sitting there and said indifferently, "We met once on the road, so when I heard the master say that he was a body possessor, I was a little surprised."