Xiao Wu looked stunned for a moment, and was about to get angry when he turned around and saw a handsome young man wearing a golden robe and several demons from the direct lineage of the Xiao clan had arrived behind him.
"Young... Young Master?"
"Are you still unwilling to compromise?"
The young man in golden robe is named Xiao Moyi, and he is the current young master of the Xiao clan. He is extremely talented and has a ruthless personality.
Although there was a gentle smile on his face at this time, the gloomy look in his eyes made people shudder.
Behind him, there were two men, one woman and an old man standing, all of whom were the true pride of the Xiao clan.
although!!
The Xiao clan is reclusive, and few people know the clan’s heritage.
But regarding Xiao Moyi's name, no one in Qingcang knew it.
It is said that this person entered the realm of respect when he was one hundred and eighty years old, shocking the past and the present, and awakened the most powerful bloodline of the ancestors of the Xiao clan, the calamity fire body.
This body is weird, can turn into flames with spiritual power, and contains extremely terrifying poison.
With such talent, he can be called the strongest in the Xiao clan in ten thousand years.
Therefore, even those ancestors of the Xiao clan who have not been born for a long time unanimously believe that Xiao Moyi is the opportunity for the rise of the Xiao clan.
As for Xiao Pian, the Tao he understood is indeed wonderful, but three hundred years later, this young man is still at the level of the God Emperor, which shows that his talent cannot be compared with Xiao Moyi.
A clan is destined to have only one master.
Comparing the two, Xiao Pou was naturally the one who was given up.
"Young Master! Give me a few more days, and I will definitely make this poor man kneel at your feet."
A flash of fear flashed across Xiao Wu's face. He naturally understood Xiao Moyi's methods.
Although this young master looks gentle on the outside, he is extremely cruel and murderous on the inside.
The ancestor once said that this kind of temperament may be related to his awakened divine body. After all, the word "disaster" means inheriting the evil power of heaven and earth.
However, looking at ancient and modern times, among those who achieved the throne, how many did not step on the sea of corpses and step up to the throne?
"No."
Xiao Moyi shook his head and walked up to Xiao Pong, "Xiao Pong, I will give you one last chance. Do you want me to submit or not?"
"Where's my sister! What did you do to my sister?"
Xiao Pou clenched his teeth, his eyes flashing with aura.
"Xiao Yu'er ignored the sect's rules and was unruly and willful. I sent her to a place where she should go."
Xiao Moyi's tone was calm and he didn't pay attention to the murderous intention on Xiao Pian's face.
How can a trapped beast hurt someone?
"Ah!!! Xiao Moyi!!! You will regret it! You will definitely regret it!"
Xiao Pou screamed in pain. He didn't have deep feelings for the Xiao clan.
In his memory, his parents died in the expedition to the lower world. Since then, he and his sister Xiao Yuer have been dependent on each other, but they have truly seen the coldness of this ancient clan.
If Xiao Pou hadn't shown some talents and was able to establish a firm foothold in the Xiao clan, the fate of their brothers and sisters might not have been much better.
The weak will prey on the strong, especially for an ancient clan like the Xiao clan that has the ambition to conquer the heavens. All waste has a damned reason.
Even now, all three branches of the Xiao clan have their ancestors in charge, and they are always fighting and relying on their strength.
"Regret? No one in this world can make me, Xiao Moyi, regret it. Not to mention you, not even the young master of the Realm Lord Hall can do it."
Xiao Moyi shook his head indifferently, reached across the cage, and gently patted Xiao Pian's face, "You're not still waiting for your master to save you, are you?"
"Young Master Ling Xiao is my superior, Lord Xiaopo, not my master. He will definitely come."
Xiao Pian's eyes were filled with murderous intent, but his hands and feet were trapped by the lightning chains, leaving him with no room for resistance.
To be honest, he guessed that his sister Xiao Yu'er would not have an easy time in the Xiao clan in the past three hundred years.
But he really didn't expect that Xiao Moyi was so heartless and crazy that he imprisoned his sister somewhere!
"Hahahaha! Xiao Pou, the Lord Lingxiao you are talking about is not the young master of the Taikoo Ling clan, is he?"
Hearing this, everyone burst into laughter, their eyes filled with unabashed sarcasm.
Looking at Qingcang, there is only one clan named Ling, the Taikoo Ling clan, and there is only one person named Ling Xiao, who is the first young master of this clan in a hundred thousand years.
Although the Xiao clan has not been around for a long time, they are still very afraid of this clan.
even!!
According to what the ancestor of the clan said, the heritage of this clan is far more terrifying than the world imagines!
Can!!
What is the identity of this young master? And he was born less than two months ago.
What is Xiao Pou's identity? How can a god-emperor be favored by Young Master Lingxiao and become his follower?
"Xiao Pou, I haven't seen you in three hundred years. Your cultivation level has not improved much, but your ability to brag is not weak."
Beside Xiao Moyi, several Xiao clan monsters laughed coldly.
"Xiao Pou, do you know why you have this month to think about it?"
Xiao Moyi raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him calmly, "It's because you mentioned the word Ling Xiao in the hall that day."
"Even if you are really his follower, why hasn't he come to save you in this month?"
"What do you want to say?"
Xiao Pian's face suddenly turned pale, and even the resentment in his eyes seemed to be calmer.
With the Lord's temperament, maybe... he will really give up on himself?
"Can't you guess it yourself? As a God Emperor, you are not worthy of Young Master Ling Xiao provoking the Xiao Clan for you."
Xiao Moyi sighed softly, "If he wants followers, I am afraid that more than half of the supreme forces in Qingcang will send the successor saint son in order to advance and retreat together with the Ling clan, and you... you are nothing."
"I…"
Xiao Pou staggered, and fear suddenly welled up in his heart.
In one month, with the Lord's methods, if you want to find out about yourself, it won't take much effort at all.
But, he didn't come, maybe... he had already given up on himself from the moment he stepped onto the green sky?
No!!
On the day we parted, the Lord clearly said that if there was any danger, he would send a message to him.
I was too careless and was captured by Xiao Moyi and others, without having time to send a message to inform the Lord!
It must be like this! Although the Lord is ruthless and cruel, and scheming, but... he has always done what he said.
"Why are you silent? Now, what else do you have to cling to? Xiao Pian, surrender to me, and I will spare your life."
Xiao Moyi shook his head and chuckled, this man never sheds tears before seeing the coffin.
The road to immortality is vast, and it is best to always remember who you are.
"I, Xiao Pou, will only serve one person in my life, Lord Ling Xiao. You are not qualified yet."
Xiao Pou took a deep breath and his face calmed down again.
At this time, he was no longer afraid of death. If his death could arouse the Lord's wrath, he believed that the fate of Xiao Moyi and others would be ten thousand times more miserable than his own.
And Xiao Yu'er may still have a glimmer of hope!
"Pfft! You're still pretending to be cool when you're about to die!"
Xiao Wu and others shook their heads helplessly, with contempt in their eyes.
"In that case, Elder Teng, it's time for you."
Xiao Moyi nodded slightly and turned to look at the old man in black robe behind him who had never spoken.
"Don't worry, young master."
The old man's voice was hoarse, giving people an extremely gloomy feeling.
even!
Even Xiao Wu and others looked at the Xiao clan elder with inexplicable fear in their eyes.