The Windwalker was roaring, shouting; his entire face beca distorted and ferocious like an extrely angry lion. He kept pacing restlessly. With every step, he left faint footprints on the ground.
At that mont, like an aged Tu Yong, his eyes suddenly revealed a trace of disbelief but he still swiftly retreated, simultaneously pushing away the people close to him.
Boom!
A bone-chilling killing intent suddenly erupted where Tu Yong had just stood. A small killing array appeared there. If Tu Yong hadn't retreated early and fast enough, this killing array would have severely injured him.
"Was there soone higher up guiding this?" Windwalker instantly regained his calm, his entire deanor sharpened like ice, chilling to the point where it made others shiver. anwhile, those from Ancient Sword Sect felt an ever-increasing chill in their hearts!
The man they once admired had not only joined the Demon Clan but had also turned against his own ntor, whom he treated like his biological father!
Thinking back on his twisted face and angry roars just now... it seed like extre anger, but in actuality, he was secretly setting up the killing array. If the elder hadn't retreated early, he would have already fallen into his trap!
Now, looking at Windwalker's current expression, cold and utterly composed, one couldn't help but feel a sense of fright – his scheming was terrifying.
Changed!
He really had changed!
Windwalker was no longer the elder they once loved, nor was he the pride of Ancient Sword Sect anymore.
Tu Yong looked at Windwalker, his face full of disappointnt, with even a streak of despair in his eyes. Was this the person he had raised like his own son? He even plotted against his ntor? Tu Yong no longer felt the need to explain why he had set up the killing array.
Because it was no longer necessary.
Had he still been the Windwalker of the past, he would naturally believe what he said. But he wasn't anymore. Therefore, he would definitely not believe his own explanations.
Windwalker would even know what to say to refute, Tu Yong knew. Being his ntor, he understood his disciple too well.
When Chu Mo reminded him earlier, although he was sowhat incredulous, he listened to Chu Mo's advice. Inside his heart, he dearly hoped Chu Mo was wrong! Not to deny Chu Mo, but because he didn't want to deny this relationship!
"I haven't seen the Demon Clan," Tu Yong bent slightly, signing heavily, his voice very hoarse. He whispered, "But that doesn't an I don't understand the Demon Clan."
Over there, Windwalker watched his surroundings vigilantly, his heart still sowhat fearful and uneasy. However, he couldn't find the source. Just like his master understood him, Windwalker, as a disciple, also fully understood his own master!
This understanding was mutual. Even with just a glance from his master, he knew what it signified.
In other words, these master and disciple actually knew each other... better than they knew themselves!
This was a bond not of blood, but it wasn't inferior to a familial bond. That's why Windwalker could sense sothing was amiss here. Added to his realm, he easily sensed sothing was off about the place his master was pulling him towards.
Hence he exploded!
Emotionally, he just couldn't accept his master's "betrayal". In his mind, no matter what his master turned into, he was his ntor alone! His master would never harm or deceive him. He felt the sa, he would never harm or deceive his master.
But now his master had betrayed him!
He was no longer that fatherly old man!
He actually set up an ambush, furiously trying to plot against him!
Why?
The intrinsic radical in Windwalker spontaneously erupted, and thus, he lashed out. And without hesitation, he attacked his master.
Because you have begun to sche against , so it is only fair that I sche back!
At this mont, listening to his master's words, Windwalker felt extrely disdainful and snorted through his nostrils, yet he did not interrupt.
"The appearance of the Demon Clan individuals is actually similar to the Human Clan. The more noble the demon, the more their appearance resembles the Human Clan. This creates a problem: those demons whose looks are not as appealing as humans and aren't considered noble hate the Human Clan to the bone! They turn humans into blood slaves, implanting demon seeds in their bodies to vent their dissatisfaction with the nobility within the demon ranks," Tu Yong spoke softly, "And the transford humans don't often feel any change in themselves, sotis even feeling that their talents and qualifications... have greatly improved from before."
The windwalker across gazed at the sky, not listening to a word his master said. Those were just things that could be found in any ancient book, and discussing them with soone who truly belonged to the Demon Clan felt like a joke.
Tu Yong didn't stop but continued, "However, those turned into blood slaves or infected with demonic seeds will never know. The essence of their souls has changed. Human cultivators are free, each individual is an independent entity. Regardless of their character, good or bad, and whatever their thoughts are, essentially, they are free. But the Demon Clan… it isn't truly so."
The windwalker frowned. The words his master just spoke weren't sothing recorded in any ancient text he was aware of. Given what he knew about his master, it seed unlikely he was lying.
Tu Yong said, "The essence of the Demon Clan is, under the Demon Lord… all are ants, none in the Demon Clan truly possess their independent thoughts! It seems like each demon is an individual entity, but in reality, whenever the Demon Lord needs them, all the Demon Clan beings under his command can be controlled by the Demon Lord in an instant! By then, what you want to do isn't up to you anymore."
"Alarming nonsense!" The windwalker's face turned grim as he spoke coldly.
"Whether it's alarming nonsense or not can't be verified now, but by the ti you find out it's not, it will be too late," Tu Yong looked at the windwalker and said, "Let go, child. Stop being obstinate."
"Tell to let go now? Isn't this after you hastily tried to pull into an ambush when we first t?" The windwalker sneered at his master, "Had you initially advised to let go without scheming against , maybe I would have patiently explained to you how the Demon Clan I know is drastically different from what you know."
Then, a cool voice sounded, "The Demon Clan you understand is what the Demon Clan wants you to understand. What I know about the Demon Clan is much more comprehensive than yours!"
As this voice rang out, Chu Mo appeared within everyone's view.
Many disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect saw Chu Mo, their expressions turning incredibly complex. This was the man they greatly disliked and resented yesterday for daring to say that the windwalker might have been demonized... only today did they realize the windwalker had indeed been demonized.
His approach was neither unreasonable nor bullying.
"An external aid indeed," The windwalker sneered without fear, "I said, it couldn't be just my master behind this. It turns out he was deceived. And, the things about the Demon Clan you taught him, right? How about it, Chu Mo, finding you couldn't deceive , you decided to step in yourself?"
The windwalker was indeed sharp, imdiately identifying Chu Mo even though Chu Mo did nothing to hide his identity. This alone spoke volus of how well the windwalker knew him on any given day.
"Deceive you?" Chu Mo replied with a detached smile, "Do you know how deeply your master cares about you? Though it feels superfluous to say this, but I still want to tell you that the array you see was agreed upon by your master after much struggle, not to harm you, but knowing your nature, knowing you wouldn't turn back. He wanted to destroy your physical body and seal your primordial spirit. Of course, you might think I'm spouting nonsense. For , killing you directly would indeed be easier."
The windwalker glanced at Tu Yong, then scoffed at Chu Mo, "I believe that because that's how my master is. However, he has been deceived by you. Also, what makes you think that you understand the Demon Clan better than ?"
The windwalker wasn't hopelessly foolish; in fact, since his master spoke those words, he had been harboring doubts. Coupled with the ancient texts he had seen before, which talked about the terrifying aspects of the Demon Clan, including control.
The so-called control, wasn't it just what his master described? But the problem was... after so many years of cultivation reaching almost the Quasi-Supre level, having checked himself nurous tis, he hadn't found any issues.
Therefore, deep down, the windwalker was still very unconvinced. To convince , you need to present stronger evidence.
Honestly, Chu Mo didn't want to talk with the windwalker because the array he set was nowhere near Tu Yong's room! That location was rely a ploy to mislead the windwalker.
This matter was even concealed from Tu Yong. It wasn't about distrust, but Chu Mo feared the windwalker might see through it.
Now, the array is right beneath the windwalker's feet!
The arrays Chu Mo had learned ca from a supre being in the wastelands who entered the path through arrays!
Together with the sa supre's divine abilities of Fengshui Great Technique, Chu Mo's skill in arrays had far surpassed any array master in this realm.
How could the windwalker see through it?
Thus, Chu Mo didn't want to talk about it, but seeing the lost and even sowhat desperate look in Tu Yong's eyes, Chu Mo softened his heart.
He looked at the windwalker and then sighed gently, "Do you really know what a Demon Lord is?"
The windwalker paused, scoffing coldly, "It turns out you're also half-baked, not even knowing the Demon Lord. Let tell you, the Demon Lord... is the king of the Demon Clan!"
"Only one?" Chu Mo looked at the windwalker with so pity.
"What do you an?" The windwalker frowned.
"The Demon Lord is essentially the supre of the Demon Clan. The dark lands of the Demon Clan didn't go through the trials that our Yanhuang region did in the past, so, they have many supres," Chu Mo said lightly.
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And that's it!
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