Inside an undamaged palace in Zhu City, Mo You sat in the seat of honor, holding a wine cup as an obscure, unreadable glint flickered in his eyes.
He had not come to Zhu City to avenge his good-for-nothing nephew. A few days ago, he had received word at the sect that the Soul Jade Tablet engraved with Mo Xiu's Soul Imprint had suddenly shattered. That meant his younger brother, who had been sect master for a hundred years, was already dead.
Having lived so long, he no longer felt much attachment to so-called family ties, nor did he care who had killed Mo Xiu. There was only one thing he cared about: where the token that determined succession to the sect master's position was.
As Mo Xiu's son, Mo Meng had already been established as the Sect Young Master while his father was still alive. Naturally, that inheritance token had been in his hands. Unfortunately, not long after his father died, the brat had followed him to the grave.
He had brought his trusted men here and spent a great deal of effort tracking down the murderer. It was none other than Zhu Duxiao, ruler of the Tai Ming Empire. The Storage Ring containing Mo Meng's possessions was most likely in his hands as well.
Yet although that brat had only just broken through to Dou Zong, he had several trump cards. He had actually taken the full-force strike of a Nine-Star Dou Zong like Mo You head-on and escaped despite grievous injuries.
And today, Zhu Duxiao had even managed to rescue his wife and children, infuriating Mo You enough to order a massacre of the city.
"Report!"
At that moment, a guard with the strength of a Dou Emperor strode inside. He bowed before saying, "My lord, the