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After saying that, even Xuan Zi felt it was a bit far-fetched, but the line on the system mission panel—"Make the Holy Spirit Cult members believe that you are the Holy Spirit Cult's Grand Elder"—was still shining brightly.
Now was the perfect time to complete the mission!
Nether Thunder Douluo and Netherworld Douluo froze at the same time. They exchanged a glance and saw the same confusion in each other's eyes.
What was going on? There was no reason to let them leave.
Could he be planning to let them go first, then kill them instantly from behind? Was he toying with them?
Huo Yuhao was stunned as well. Beneath his hood, his expression shifted from viciousness to bewilderment, then to the confused look of someone wondering whether this old man had lost his mind. Was this old bastard scared?
Seeing that the three of them were still standing there in a daze, Xuan Zi knew he had to keep acting.
He clasped his hands behind his back, raised his head slightly, and slowly spoke in the tone of an old friend he had not seen in years:
"Nether Thunder, Netherworld, after all these years, why are the two of you still so weak?"
Nether Thunder Douluo: "???" He opened his mouth but made no sound.
Netherworld Douluo: "???"
He instinctively glanced at Xu Sanshi over his shoulder, then at Xuan Zi. His entire body seemed to have gotten stuck on something.
Xuan Zi continued, his tone growing smoother and smoother, as though he were reciting lines he had rehearsed countless times:
"This old man has been undercover in Shrek Academy for many years and has finally risen to the top. It is time for our Holy Spirit Cult to flourish!"
Nether Thunder Douluo: "???"
Netherworld Douluo: