Inviting Jade Rakshasa

At the borders of Great Ming, within the Western Demonic Cult, everything was flourishing.

Ever since Su Chen had beheaded Flying Jade Tiger with a single slash and wiped out many experts of the Black Tiger Hall, the Western Demonic Cult had no longer had any rivals in this region.

Moreover, the Three Friends of Winter had also been slain by Su Chen. With both internal troubles and external threats eliminated, Jade Rakshasa returned to the Western Demonic Cult with his son and rebuilt its strength.

During this period, the Western Demonic Cult's development could only be described as insane.

Throughout the entire border region, there was no longer any force capable of contending with the Western Demonic Cult. It stood alone above all others, like a local emperor.

Standing before the main hall, Jade Rakshasa looked at the prosperous scene before him, and an involuntary smile appeared on his face.

"I wonder how Lord God of Slaughter has been lately?" Jade Rakshasa muttered to himself. Just then, however, he suddenly sensed a chill wind coming from behind him.

"Who is it?" Jade Rakshasa shouted. Instinctively, he swung a fist behind him with tremendous force, making the air crackle.

Smack!

With a crisp sound, Jade Rakshasa's fist was caught by a large hand.

"Cult Master Jade, it has only been a while since we last met. Why has your temper become so impatient?" A faintly teasing voice sounded.

Hearing this, Jade Rakshasa turned his head and saw a familiar face smiling at him.

"Lord... Lord God of Slaughter..." Excitement flashed across Jade Rakshasa's face. "You're back?"

Su Chen released his hand and said, "Of course I had to come back. You and your son each still owe me one million taels of silver. Naturally, I came to collect."

"One million