"Mr."

Sword Bone watched in indescribable horror, every bone in his body trembling.

What was this little ancestor doing?!

The Horned Skull, worshipped by the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons with supreme reverence and majesty—was that something one could casually sit on?

This was truly courting death with utter lawlessness.

I have to get away as soon as possible. I absolutely cannot stay by this little ancestor's side. Otherwise, one day he'll court death without knowing the height of heaven or the depth of earth, suffer Heaven's Retribution, and get struck dead by a bolt of heavenly lightning. I'll be dragged down with him too.

Sword Bone fretted inwardly.

Mo Hua, however, did not care about any of that.

The ram's skull was not especially comfortable to sit on. It was icy and cold, with a faint chill to it, but at least it was smooth. It would do well enough as a seat.

Given the limited conditions, he could not be too picky.

Thus, Mo Hua used the ram's skull worshipped by the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons as a little stool, sitting on it as he eavesdropped on the black-clothed leader and Jin Gui's discussion.

At that moment, Jin Gui was respectfully reporting something.

"Leader, please forgive me... That old Artifact Refiner suddenly went mad for some unknown reason. He killed the Demon Cultivators guarding him, detonated the Evil Artifact Room, and maimed himself to death. Fortunately, the boy from the Ouyang Family was unharmed..."

"But now that old Artifact Refiner is dead, there are temporarily no Demon Cultivators in the valley who can teach the method of forging Evil Swords. Young Master's plan may have to be delayed for some time..."

"Furthermore, Demon Cultivators have suddenly been dying violently and going mad outside the gates of the Ten