Demon Seals

Inside the Heavenly Dao Palace, headquarters of the Kabbalah Organization.

Zu Yuan was still concealed beneath a black robe. The classic robe came with a hood and veil, the highly standardized attire within Kabbalah. Other organizations had similar robes as well. Behind him stood the five members of "Severity."

"I already told you, we can't get rid of them, even if we're willing to pay a price," Zu Yuan said calmly.

"This operation was never meant to eliminate them. It was only meant to divert their attention. How are we supposed to wrap things up now?" "Severity" spoke hoarsely, his voice clearly altered.

Whether he had used his real voice when speaking with Liu Xiaoxiao earlier, and how much of his strength he had revealed, perhaps only he himself knew.

"Just act according to the circumstances." Zu Yuan's voice turned colder. "Very soon, the Black Demon Society and Blood God Cult will make their move. Netherworld Hall is certainly good at stirring up trouble, but after all that commotion, they achieved little and nearly exhausted their manpower instead. Fortunately, their antics served as a feint, allowing the Black Demon Society's and Blood God Cult's conspiracy to remain hidden."

"You suffered heavy personnel losses this time. Do you need to draw some people from Wisdom's side?" Zu Yuan looked toward "Severity."

"No need." "Severity" shook his head. "They were only a few dozen Three-Word Battle Armor Masters. Even including those two half-baked Four-Word Battle Armor Masters, it doesn't matter if they were lost. I only established that group on a whim; our true forces aren't there. It's best not to expose too much of our foundation for now. Besides, numbers are useless against that fellow suspected of being the God of Emotion. Only genuine Limit Douluo and Four-Word Battle Armor Masters