Reversing the Demonic Art

"Holy Lord Chen, news has arrived. Those two stewards are dead."

In Great Zhou's newly built imperial palace, Chen Xia sat at the head of the hall while Lei Qianren delivered his report.

Among their own people, they still called Chen Xia Holy Lord. There was no need to address him as the Human Sovereign.

Chen Xia nodded. Learning that the Mysterious Heaven Sect's leader had dealt with the two men so decisively left him faintly startled.

It was not the method itself that surprised him. Rather, he saw clearly that to the leaders of vast powers, justice and their own disciples mattered only when appearances demanded it. At times, either could be weighed and sacrificed.

No one had openly said the Mysterious Heaven Sect's leader was responsible, but anyone with eyes could tell.

If I were weak, the Mysterious Heaven Sect wouldn't be sending an apology right now. Its army would be at my gates, demanding blood for blood.

Chen Xia kept the thought to himself.

With the matter settled, Chen Xia warned Lei Qianren and the others to be wary of the Mysterious Heaven Sect's leader. The man was ruthless and could not be left unguarded against.

He declined every unnecessary engagement and left daily affairs to Ouyang Shuo, Lei Qianren, and the others.

He also sent people to investigate the whereabouts of Great Zhou's Human Sovereign.

The Human Sovereign seemed to have gone into hiding, however, and had yet to reappear.

Chen Xia would have to eliminate him eventually. Otherwise, he would remain a threat.

For now, though, the man was hiding, so Chen Xia did not go looking. Once he was certain he could win, he would find Great Zhou's Human Sovereign and put an end to that menace.

Chen Xia then resumed his cultivation.

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