Mo Ya's Fury

"Outrageous, outrageous, outrageous! This is utterly outrageous! Father, how could you agree to something like this? How could you possibly agree? If you agree, what will happen to the entire sect? All of us will have only one path left—death!"

Mo Ya roared at Sect Master Mo before him, berating him furiously.

Death already hung over his heart. He knew all too well what the consequences would be if his father died. Those consequences were simply more than he could bear. Even his status and position would cease to exist. Though he was already a Dou Huang, Dou Huangs were hardly scarce in the Black-Corner Region. Even if he was among the youngest generation of Dou Huangs in the entire Black-Corner Region, he still had no confidence that he could become a Dou Zong. It was even uncertain whether he could ever become one at all. Over the years, he had reached his current level only by relying on countless precious pills, heavenly treasures, and his father's empowerment. But if he lost his father, everything he once possessed would vanish into nothing.

By then, he might not even be able to save his own life. He simply did not believe Fang Yu would spare him and leave behind a future threat who could avenge his father—he absolutely did not believe that. He did not believe Fang Yu would let him go, so under the threat of death, he naturally did not want his father to accept Fang Yu's terms. Sect Master Mo was not angered by his words. It could even be said that he showed no anger whatsoever. Expressionless and utterly calm, he said:

"If I do not accept his terms, the entire sect will be destroyed. The terror of a seventh-grade alchemist is far beyond your imagination. With