jdhmnovel Chapter 447: The Man Behind the Scenes
Chapter 447: The Man Behind the Scenes
When he saw the barrier shattered, Mo Rangchen's already gloomy face became even gloomier.
Seeing that things had come to this point, Meng Huwan kindly stepped aside and did not try to stop them.
"Sword Master, please do as you please."
Wen Chaoxi sneered, walked past him with his hands behind his back, and stopped next to the reptile demon after a few steps.
What was shocking was that the reptile demon, which had been seriously injured and motionless, began to tremble violently as she approached. Its eye sockets, where its eyeballs were dug out by the winged demon, were sunken, and two lines of blood flowed continuously, which looked like tears of blood at first glance.
Its tail hook swung restlessly behind it, and its upper body was crouched vigilantly.
Poised to strike, this is a sign of impatience and aggression.
Zhu Jiu felt the chill again.
This time it existed for a very long time, and the barrier was broken, and pure and fascinating demonic energy burst out from the reptilian demon.
At the same time, accompanied by a "呷" sound, it shot up, and countless demon shadows and strange whispers echoed in the entire demon fighting field, giving people a splitting headache.
The minds of those below the fusion stage went blank and they covered their heads in pain. Even the cultivators in the fusion stage turned pale and lost the ability to react.
Fortunately, it was only for a moment, because Meng Huwan waved his hand to set up a barrier.
This is the spiritual sea attack of the reptile demon. It has never used this kind of advanced magic in previous competitions.
But now he is dragging his broken body to perform the attack. Fortunately, he is seriously injured, otherwise the impact would be much more than this.
But, the fact that he can use this trick doesn’t prove something?
The magic seal on the magic core has loosened!
Did the seal loosen on its own, or did Mo Rangchen do something about it?
Everyone looked at Mo Rangchen urgently. He was sweating profusely and was terrified. It was obvious that he was using his mind to command the reptile demon to stop.
The latter was indeed in great pain from the slavery branded on his body, and his attacks on Wen Chaoxi were intermittent, sometimes light and sometimes heavy.
The reptile demon's throat was like thunder, making a voice of resentment and humiliation, "Lowly human! I want you to pay with blood, and you can neither live nor die!"
His hatred for Wen Chaoxi even exceeded that of Mo Rangchen, who drove and enslaved him.
Unfortunately, just as he finished speaking with murderous intent and his momentum reached its peak, the ferocious reptile demon was slapped by Wen Chaoxi like a fly, falling straight onto the stage and turned into a reptile cake.
"You are just a small slave, yet you have the audacity to speak so shamelessly." Wen Chaoxi's voice was cold and full of contempt.
"Even in your prime, weren't you still defeated?"
"Die in peace. I have found your blood demon's hiding place in the Dark Forest. Soon he will be able to inherit your profession for life."
The demons do not make a precise distinction between demons with blood ties. Human mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters are collectively referred to as bloodline demons in the demon clan.
When the reptile demon heard these words on his deathbed, he opened his dark eyes, his heart beat violently twice, he vomited a large mouthful of blood, and could no longer move.
This time he really died.
Even though the Demon Hunting Guild produced a lot of combat demons, the number of demon cultivators was even greater, resulting in too many monks and too little meat, and supply far exceeded demand.
Wen Chaoxi's decision was to spend a hundred years or so to raise the selling price and use capable upper-level people to test the waters. If there were no problems, he would then slowly lower the price and sell it to all magic cultivators to enhance their strength.
Mo Rangchen bought this fusion-stage reptile demon at an auction eighty years ago. It was very expensive, costing his family more than 50 million high-quality spirit stones.
Now, the reptile is dead.
It's like a cow that you bought at great expense and died after only plowing for ten days.
Mo Rangchen opened his eyes wide and staggered two steps, feeling his heart leaving him.
Wen Chaoxi suddenly disappeared from the dazed sight, and when he saw her again, he was lying next to the reptile demon.
My whole body was almost torn apart from the fall, it hurt so much, and several of my ribs were broken.
A warm stream flowed out of his nose and flowed down his two tufts of beard, which looked very funny at first glance.
Don't let Chen's mind be confused.
Wen Chaoxi's voice penetrated into his ears like the whisper of a ghost.
"Boy, after all these years, you are the first person who dares to have such an idea, so I came to see it myself."
"The Demon Hunters Guild has warned us more than once that as long as there is a loophole, the nature of the demons will be unbridled. Do you think the duration of a battle is not a problem? Facts have proved that it still seized this opportunity."
"If I were taken away by you today, it wouldn't be long before everyone in Jiuqu Shuozhou would hear the news of your horrific death."
"Besides, do you think you have the ability to restore the Demon Sealing Seal? Or do you intend to use the huge gambling money to kill the Chizha Jiao Demon directly and cover up your mistakes?"
"I have been at ease for too long and don't know what to do. Don't you know how amazing the recovery ability of demons is?"
He was just beaten to death by the winged demon, but after a while he will be able to fight again.
This is also the biggest reason why demons are so terrifying. They are like tenacious weeds that cannot be burned out and will grow again when blown.
Mo Rangchen's expression changed slightly, it was obvious that Wen Chaoxi's guess was all correct.
He hurriedly endured the severe pain, climbed up, lowered his head and knelt at Wen Chaoxi's feet, his eyes moving from side to side, crying and protesting his injustice.
"Sword Master, it's unfair! Even if I had ten times the courage, I wouldn't dare to try to break the Demon Seal. I don't know why it loosened!"
Wen Chaoxi was annoyed by his useless look and kicked him, causing him to flip over and lie on the ground with his limbs spread out.
After tests by the Demon Hunting Guild's Deduction Department, the Demon Seal has been unable to be broken by outsiders so far, even the highest-level cultivators and the most powerful formation masters are no exception.
However, due to the special channel of the master-servant contract between humans and demons, humans can have some influence on the demon seal.
From what happened today, it was obvious that in order to win the Demon Fighting Finals and get the huge gambling money, Mo Rangchen fearlessly and arbitrarily opened a corner of the Demon Seal.
"Hard-mouthed? If you are still so stubborn in the Cold Prison, I will consider giving you a lighter punishment."
Wen Chaoxi waved his hand swiftly, and the waiting subordinates in black clothes and black armor stepped out, leaped onto the stage like a ghost, grabbed Mo Rangchen by the back of the collar, and lifted him up and took him away.
The Cold Prison is a private prison specially set up by the Demon Hunting Guild with the permission of Lou Yeyu. It is independent of the Law Enforcement Department of the Demon Sect and is supervised by Lou Yeyu.
Hanyu only takes over cases related to contracted demons. In this regard, he has the highest authority, such as the current case.
Because of Wen Chaoxi's character, the severity of the Cold Prison made the evil cultivators in Jiuqu Shuozhou terrified, and entering there would at least make them lose a layer of skin.
Wen Chaoxi doesn't give face to anyone. Once a crime is committed, the descendants of the elders of the Demon Sect have to follow the procedures and be punished.
At the beginning, those parents who were not convinced were pinned to the ground and beaten.
Some who resisted fiercely and used their power to suppress others were even allowed to be cellmates with the criminals. All they heard every day when they opened their eyes were the screams of their own descendants.
It is said that many people who were lucky enough to visit got rid of their bad habits and turned into good citizens after coming out, and would take a detour when passing by the Demon Hunter Guild from then on.
When Mo Rangchen thought of this, any hope he had was gone. He felt like crying but had no tears, his heart was dead, his legs went weak, and he collapsed like mud, allowing himself to be dragged away by the man in black armor.
I don’t know why, but I suddenly remembered Shuai Guo’s family motto: If you don’t make money in a regular way, your loved ones will shed tears.
Well, that coward was right.
Mo Rangchen's gaze swept across Bu Jinglian on the other side and saw the subtle smile in her eyes.
Like a meteor hitting a planet.
Mo Rangchen's mind quickly flashed back some scenes. These days, there were always people whispering in his ear indignantly about how the Demon Seal suppressed the power of the demon.
If the Demon Seal had not taken away the Crawling Demon's ability to attack with its mind, how could Bu Jinglian's Winged Demon dare to be so arrogant?
At that time, Mo Rangchen was already in a state of impatience because of his three consecutive defeats in fighting demons. After hearing such words many times, he began to think of taking a radical approach.
After calculating the huge profits he would get by turning defeat into victory, Mo Rangchen, who had been gambling for years, had no power to resist. On an impulsive night, he activated the Demon Seal without authorization.
So... someone was misleading him!
Mo Rangchen looked around and saw that those lackeys had flickering expressions and were a little confused.
What's not to understand? Bu Jinglian is plotting against him! !
As for why she was clearly the winner but wanted to do this to make herself fail, it was because there was a rule in the Doumo Casino: if one party won by violating the rules, 70% of the profits would go to the other party, and the other 30% would go to the first place winner.
So, Bu Jinglian was after the huge gambling money he got after the upset!
No wonder Wen Chaoxi, a busy man, came so quickly!
After figuring out the whole cause and effect, Mo Rangchen was extremely furious, his eyes were bloodshot and his expression was fierce.
Even if he can't escape his fate, Bu Jinglian won't have an easy time!
He wanted to see how Bu Jinglian would avoid the nitpicking Wen Chaoxi's scrutiny!
He turned to Wen Chaoxi and said loudly, "Sword Master, there is another hidden story behind this. It was Bu Jinglian who secretly instigated me to break the seal. She did it for my gambling money!"
"Sword Master! What I said is true! As long as you ask those people who are always around me, you will immediately know who is behind the scenes!"
Mo Renchenhou's face turned red and his neck became thick, for fear that Wen Chaoxi would not believe it.
But the latter just looked at him calmly, then glanced at Bu Jinglian. Any glance from him was like a sword that could chisel a mountain and weigh a thousand pounds.
"You instigated it?"
Bu Jinglian stepped forward respectfully, her robe embroidered with red lotuses looking unique and eye-catching.
She bowed to Wen Chaoxi, then said apologetically, "Perhaps it's my fault. I didn't expect that my casual words of relief would be heard and used by those people to comfort Junior Brother Mo."
"Junior Brother Mo's resolve was already shaken, so it's normal for him to have evil thoughts after hearing this."
"I am responsible for this matter. Please arrest me, Sword Master."
The attitude is that of a sincere confession, but upon listening to the content, it is completely the opposite.
She just said, "If it weren't for the Demon Seal, the Winged Demon might not have defeated the Crawling Demon." It was a very normal sigh. Who could convict her of this?
Is it fate? Is it Mo Rangchen's lackeys' fault for spreading rumors? Or is it Mo Rangchen's gambler mentality?
Before Wen Chaoxi's gaze swept over, several lackeys knelt down in front of him tremblingly. They didn't dare to lie at all and told everything.
The facts are exactly as Bu Jinglian said.
Everything can only be attributed to coincidence.