Chapter 470

"Do you think Wushuang City can afford to offend him?"

The Face-Mask Envoy sneered.

His master was a true Land Immortal, invincible in the world.

"Junior brother's brother, this guy is so full of himself!"

"Who is behind him?"

Huang Rong could not help but feel curious.

What kind of person could actually control a master in the Divine Roaming Mysterious Realm?

"Just a proud and stupid woman!"

"Thinking she can save all living beings with magic, yet not knowing it is all a delusion."

Xiao Mochen dismissed it with disdain.

Knowing the identity of the Face-Mask Envoy, it was not difficult to guess his master.

The Demon Lord, Bai Suzhen!

The Lord of the Demon Palace!

Under her command were three incarnations and six envoys, all of whom were existences above the Heavenly Man Realm.

The three incarnations were the Death God Black Pupil, Snow Dharma, and the Scripture King.

Xiao Mochen just had not expected that one of the six envoys, the Face-Mask Envoy, would also be in the Divine Roaming Realm.

It seemed he had obtained quite a few good things in Wushuang City.

"You know my master?"

The Face-Mask Envoy was stunned.

In this martial world, almost no one knew his master.

Xiao Mochen was just a junior in the martial world; how could he know his master?

A sense of unease surfaced in his heart.

"My brother Mochen is an existence who knows everything and understands everything!"

"Is it difficult to know who is behind you?"

"Not only does he know, but he can also beat your master to a pulp!"

Zhong Ling looked proud.

Having spent a long time with Huang Rong and Xiao Mochen.

After being brainwashed by Huang Rong, they all believed Xiao Mochen was an omnipotent existence.

It was just that Xiao Mochen was low-key in his daily life.

If they did not speak up, Xiao Mochen would not take the initiative to expose himself.

"Ding, detected Zhong Ling bragging, meeting the conditions for materialization, congratulations to the host for obtaining the Demon-Sweeping Strike!"

Demon-Sweeping Strike: An attack aimed at the Demon Lord Bai Suzhen.

One strike can beat Bai Suzhen to a pulp.

Instantly, a warm current surged into Xiao Mochen's body.

At this moment, Xiao Mochen immediately had an epiphany.

Zhong Ling's bragging was a bit targeted.

However, it seemed not bad either.

He could directly beat Bai Suzhen to a pulp.

That was an opponent at the Land Immortal realm.

Thinking of this, Xiao Mochen could not help but laugh: "Ling'er is right, it would be fine if the Demon Lord didn't appear, but if she dares to appear!"

"This young master wouldn't mind making her sing 'Conquer'!"

"Presumptuous!"

"Is the Demon Lord someone that mortals like you can slander?"

Just then, a cold voice rang out.

The next moment.

In the great hall, two figures, one black and one white, appeared.

This black-clad woman exuded death energy, like a death god who had walked out of hell.

And this white-clad man, bald, in a white robe.

A white bat was perched on his shoulder.

He looked like an immortal from beyond the world.

One black and one white, so striking, so dazzling.

"These guys, when did they appear in the great hall?"

"What eerie speed!"

Song Yanhui was shocked.

He had not even seen the movements of this man and woman clearly.

What terrifying speed.

"Face-Mask Envoy, pays respects to the Death God and Snow Dharma!"

Seeing the two appear, the Face-Mask Envoy could not help but smile.

The next moment, another voice rang out.

"Damn it, why run so fast!"

"Are there still fools opposing our Demon Palace?"

The crowd looked over and saw an old man in a blood-colored robe walking into the great hall.

This person held a Zen staff, blood-colored like fire.

His whole body exuded monstrous killing intent, as if he would kill the heavens, kill the earth, and kill all living beings.

It seemed that even heaven and earth could not defy his will.

That terrifying killing intent was like substance; one could not imagine how many people he had killed.

"Hahaha!"

"The three incarnations of the Demon Lord have arrived in person; these are the masters of our Demon Palace, second only to the Demon Lord!"

"Xiao Mochen, you are very strong!"

"But what do you have to fight our Demon Palace?"

"They are gods standing at the peak of this world!"

The Face-Mask Envoy laughed loudly.

He had not expected the Demon Lord to respond to his request for help this time.

One must know, in the past.

The Demon Palace had never responded to his requests for help, only demanding the City-Toppling Love.

Now that he had a backer.

The Face-Mask Envoy was no longer afraid!

"You talk too much!"

"Just kill everyone here, wouldn't that be enough?"

The Scripture King's killing intent was rampant; he wanted to kill everyone the moment he spoke.

The Second Elder and others were so scared they hurriedly begged for mercy.

These people could make the fake Dugu Yifang in the Divine Roaming Mysterious Realm fearful.

Even their status was above his, so their strength was at least Divine Roaming.

Three Divine Roaming masters!

What did Xiao Mochen have to fight the Demon Palace!