"Okay."
A Luomu steadied himself.
He forced down the shock in his heart.
Before, his awe of Su Yuan had stemmed from Su Yuan's overwhelming strength.
Then, A Luomu's awe of Su Yuan had become something else entirely: fear from the depths of his soul.
The mighty Great Sorcerer Kun Long hadn't managed to display even a fraction of his strength in front of Su Yuan before he perished. Just how terrifying had Su Yuan's methods and schemes been?
"If my lord wants to deal with me..."
A Luomu thought it over and realized that if Su Yuan truly wanted him dead, there was no need for any schemes or tricks. He could simply detonate the psychic power buried deep in A Luomu's soul.
That made him feel a little better.
At least he wouldn't die like Kun Long, without even knowing who had truly killed him.
A Luomu didn't need to imagine how unwilling and unconvinced Kun Long must have been in his final moments, or how bewildered he must have felt about how A Luomu had found him...
"What my lord entrusted me with is more important."
A Luomu took out a blade and cut off Kun Long's head.
The Nanyang Nations were ancient and uncivilized, and taking an enemy's head as a trophy was customary. A Luomu had cut off Kun Long's head so he could take control of the holy land as soon as possible and lead the Sorcerers.
After all, over the past thirty years, Kun Long had surely cultivated many loyal followers of his own.
As long as Kun Long remained alive, those followers would cling to hope and obstruct A Luomu from taking charge of the Sorcerers.
Inside the grand temple.
As the holy land of the Sorcerers, the temple had been thrown into turmoil by the arrival of A Luomu, a former Great Sorcerer. A small number of Sorcerers had even begun to flee.
But, overall, the situation remained stable. Most Sorcerers were waiting for Kun Long to return and defeat A Luomu in one fell swoop, just as he had thirty years ago.
"Don't panic. A Luomu was already a defeated loser thirty years ago..."
Several influential Sorcerers stepped forward to calm the crowd.
Just then,
a figure strode into the temple.
An invisible psychic force spread out wherever he went, as if a mountain had been pressed down on every Sorcerer's head.
"A Luomu! A Luomu's here..."
The Sorcerers were horrified. The calm they had only just regained crumbled into panic once more.
"You don't need to wait any longer. Kun Long is dead."
A Luomu tossed Kun Long's head onto the ground, then strode toward the dais and looked down at the Sorcerers.
"Kun Long is dead?"
"Impossible. I don't believe it."
"Right, neither do I."
The vast majority of Sorcerers' first reaction was disbelief.
How could that be?
They hadn't even seen Kun Long fight yet.
However,
as time passed, more and more Sorcerers saw that the head A Luomu had thrown to the ground looked almost exactly like Kun Long. They fell silent.
Was this really Kun Long's head?
With modern technology, it wouldn't be difficult to make a head that looked like Kun Long's. But the Sorcerers of the Nanyang would never pull off such a deceitful impersonation.
If someone was killed, then he was killed. If someone was dead, then he was dead. That was tied to the Sorcerers' customs and beliefs.
And A Luomu had no reason to do such a thing, no point in it.
"I swear by the title of Great Master of Sorcery: Kun Long is dead. I am now the Great Sorcerer. Anyone who resists will die!"
A Luomu surveyed the crowd, then took his seat on the high throne.
Among the Sorcerers of the Nanyang Nations, the law of the jungle—might makes right—was the rule.
Thirty years ago, Kun Long defeated A Luomu and took over the holy land of the Sorcerers.
Now A Luomu had returned, killed Kun Long, and reclaimed his status and position. It was only natural.
At least to the Sorcerers in the middle and lower ranks, it made little difference whether the Great Sorcerer was Kun Long or A Luomu.
Buzz—
As most of the Sorcerers hesitated, the terrifying psychic force unique to a Great Sorcerer—or someone near the peak of that realm—grew heavier, like an ocean pressing down on them.
At last, one Sorcerer couldn't bear the pressure and fell to his knees. "Greetings, Great Sorcerer..."
"Greetings, Great Sorcerer..."
More and more Sorcerers knelt, showing their submission.
In the end, every Sorcerer had bowed down.
A Luomu looked down at the Sorcerers who had submitted to him.
Yet he felt no pride at all.
He knew perfectly well that everything he had now was a gift from Su Yuan. Without Su Yuan, he would still be barely scraping by in the Magic City.
Just then,
Su Yuan's voice came through the Miniature Earpiece again.
"Now, whenever I name someone, kill them."
In the Magic City, inside the villa's quiet chamber, Su Yuan remained calm.
Although he hadn't gone to the Nanyang in person, the many replies through the Grey Mirror had given him a clear picture of A Luomu's situation.
On the surface, all the Sorcerers had submitted. But in reality, quite a few had only pretended to do so.
Some were Kun Long's loyal followers; others were spies and undercover agents from rival forces, and so on.
There weren't many of them, but they could interfere with Su Yuan's plans.
So they had to be eliminated as soon as possible.
At Su Yuan's words, A Luomu immediately stood up and followed his orders, beginning a thorough purge of the Sorcerers.
After killing hundreds of Sorcerers on Su Yuan's orders, A Luomu made his way to the underground shelter beneath the temple's holy grounds.
Only the Great Sorcerers of past generations knew about this place. A Luomu hadn't entered it in thirty years.
At the deepest part of the underground shelter, A Luomu reached a room much like a cultivation chamber.
It was small, and several old books lay on the stone table.
"Are these the Sorcerers' ultimate inheritance?"
A Luomu flipped through them for a while, thinking silently to himself.
To obtain the Sorcerers' ultimate inheritance, one had to defeat and kill the other Great Sorcerers of the same lineage.
A Luomu had once taken control of the Sorcerers' holy land, but because he hadn't defeated and killed Kun Long, he hadn't obtained this inheritance.
Kun Long, on the other hand, had defeated A Luomu thirty years ago.
It was unclear whether he had killed him, but A Luomu hadn't appeared for the following thirty years.
So Kun Long had naturally gained the ultimate inheritance.
Now the inheritance lay scattered here...
It was clear Kun Long had been reading it just moments ago. He must have hurried away after sensing A Luomu's assault.
Why hadn't he taken it with him? Probably because he was worried about being searched.
"This inheritance..."
A Luomu examined it carefully.
He had the vague feeling that the ultimate inheritance recorded in these old books was only so-so.
It was nowhere near as profound as what Su Yuan had told him back then.
In the Magic City, at Villa 66 in the Jinshan Villa District.
Su Yuan sat in the quiet chamber, a smile appearing on his face.
A Luomu had taken control of the Sorcerers' holy land and become the new Great Sorcerer. From then on, Su Yuan would effectively rule over the Nanyang Nations.
In the Nanyang Nations, Sorcerers held an extraordinary position. Even warlord leaders, high-ranking officials, and businessmen often invited them into their homes.
And the Great Sorcerer... was practically an object of faith.
By controlling the Great Sorcerer of the Nanyang, one could essentially influence and rule the Nanyang Nations.
After all, the Great Sorcerer's influence over the Nanyang Nations was immense, from people's beliefs to their strength, from the past to the present.
"Next, I can start mining the 'Lu-Wu Black Gold.'"
Su Yuan looked up in the direction of the Nanyang Nations.
From the moment he began plotting to obtain the "Lu-Wu Black Gold" until now,
not even a day had passed.
With a wave of his hand, Su Yuan had already put his pieces in place across the Nanyang Nations.
From the Magic City, he ruled the Nanyang.
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