You want the Ghost Rider?
Wenwu raised an eyebrow, his tone clearly mocking. Even though his opponent was a Hell Lord rumored to be on par with Odin and the Ancient One, he remained fearless.
Because he knew perfectly well that what he saw before him was merely a clone of Mephisto, and was nothing to fear.
Earth is protected by the Ancient One, who guards the dimensional barrier. The true form of the Lord of Hell cannot set foot on Earth. He can only possess a wisp of his will and walk the world in the body of a mortal, slowly reaping human souls.
Mephisto originally tricked Johnny Blaze into signing a soul contract in order to increase his harvesting efficiency, turning him into a tool to work for him and harvest souls.
But to his utter surprise, Johnny's will was incredibly strong, and he refused to submit, instead repeatedly turning against the contract and breaking free from control.
Even the Ghost Rider couldn't suppress this weak clone, so Wenwu didn't take it seriously at all.
You don't need to worry about it.
Mephisto remained calm, his face radiating confidence, and said casually, "I can reveal some major news: you'll hand over Ghost Rider to me, what do you say?"
I'm not interested in your news.
Wenwu's attitude was straightforward, his tone cold. "If you want to take him away, then show enough sincerity."
"OK."
A flicker of curiosity crossed Mephisto's eyes, and he casually asked, "So, what do you want?"
The young man before him was incredibly capable, ruthless, and had great potential—just his type.
More importantly, the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj don't seem to like this person.
If we can use this opportunity to sow discord between the two sides, the subsequent events will certainly be very interesting.
"The requirements aren't high."
Wenwu chuckled lightly, his tone casual, "Just give me some magical inheritance."
Mephisto's gaze suddenly sharpened, and he inwardly mocked Wenwu for attempting to cultivate hellish black magic, which was nothing short of courting death. Sooner or later, Wenwu's mind would be corrupted by his hellish power, and he would completely fall into depravity and become one of his trusted subordinates.
"Can."
He readily nodded, and a magic book wrapped in dark, malevolent energy instantly materialized in his palm, which he casually tossed to Wenwu.
"This contains a portion of the magic I've mastered, all of it hellish black magic."
Mephisto's lips curled into a sinister smile.
These magic spells were given to Wenwu. Even if Wenwu didn't cultivate them, he wouldn't lose anything. If he did cultivate them, that would be even better!
Wenwu caught the magic book steadily, his heart instantly on high alert.
That old fox is too straightforward; he didn't even bother with a contract. He's definitely up to no good.
"Wait a minute, let me read it first."
Wenwu immediately activated his brain overclocking mode, rapidly flipping through the entire contents of the magic book.
Mephisto was slightly surprised, but not entirely unexpected, by the absurd speed at which the book was being read. For beings of their dimensional strength, reading a book was a matter of a single thought, and it was nothing out of the ordinary.
In less than half a minute, Wenwu finished reading the entire content and couldn't help but marvel at how profound and mysterious the magic system truly was.
But the next second, his face darkened, and he threw the spellbook back at Mephisto with disgust.
"These spells are too rubbish, and they all rely on the power of the Hell Dimension, with only this one restriction. I suspect they'll corrupt the soul if used too much. I don't want them; this deal is off."
"Kid!"
Mephisto's face instantly darkened, his tone icy, "How dare you toy with a great ruler of Hell?"
"The ruler of hell?"
Wenwu scoffed, his face full of disdain, "A mere lord of hell dares to call himself the ruler of hell? Does he really think he's so powerful?"
"Hahaha! Great! Excellent!"
Mephisto's face showed no anger, but instead a sinister smile. "In millennia, you are the first mortal to dare to be so arrogant before me. You do have something."
"Then I'll have the honor of being the first."
Wenwu replied calmly.
The next moment, with a thought, the Ghost Rider, sealed by the Ten Rings, took to the air with him, ready to leave immediately.
"Kid, you're ruthless and cunning enough."
Mephisto's voice suddenly whispered in his ear, tinged with amusement, "No wonder Mordo of Kamar-Taj specifically sent the Spirit of Vengeance here; it was to judge your soul."
Wenwu abruptly stopped, glanced coldly at Mephisto behind him, and without lingering, turned and flew away at top speed.
After Wenwu walked away, Mephisto looked in the direction of Kamar-Taj, a strange smile appearing on his lips. With a flicker, he vanished completely from the spot.
A moment later, the space rippled slightly, and a figure slowly emerged.
It was Mordo, the mage of Kamar-Taj.
His face was extremely gloomy at that moment.
He never expected that Wenwu's strength would be so formidable that even the Hellfire and the Judgment of the Spirit of Vengeance, which target the soul, could not harm him in the slightest.
Mordo didn't linger. He raised his hand, opened a portal, and returned directly to the Kamar-Taj Sanctuary.
High in the sky, Wenwu's eyes were incredibly cold, and a murderous intent surged within them.
Mephisto's words were clearly intended to sow discord.
But he knew in his heart that the attempt to sow discord had succeeded, because he felt that the matter was most likely true and not something the other side had fabricated.
" Kamar-Taj..."
A sharp, ruthless glint flashed in Wenwu's eyes as he gritted his teeth inwardly.
More than Ten Rings soldiers sacrificed their lives because of this, and he remembered that debt!
At this moment, he also saw Kamar-Taj and even the Ancient One's true attitude towards him.
No wonder the other party always avoided me when I took the initiative to visit them; it turns out they had long since stopped wanting to see me.
So what if they don't like him? He doesn't care about his Wenwu, but they dared to harm him—that's courting death!
Once the Ancient One is gone, I will surely wipe out Kamar-Taj and steal the Time Stone!
He doesn't care about Kamar-Taj's contributions to Earth and therefore shows leniency. Anyone who offends him and makes him want to kill will have their entire family wiped out!
Perhaps the fusion of Xu Wenwu's thousand-year-old evil memories has made him somewhat paranoid and too bloodthirsty!
Without hesitation, Wenwu shifted the blame to his predecessor!
On the other side, at Kamar-Taj Sanctuary.
Mordo had just returned when the Ancient One appeared silently beside him, her tone tinged with helplessness and reproach.
"Was it you who teleported Ghost Rider into the Ten Rings? This action of yours has completely and utterly offended Xu Wenwu."
"Teacher, I just want to eliminate this potential threat to the world ahead of time!"
Mordo remained stubborn, showing no intention of admitting his mistake.
He said with a face full of resentment, "I never expected his soul to be so powerful, able to defend against Hellfire and withstand the Penance Stare of the Spirit of Vengeance!"
" Xu Wenwu was originally a potential threat, but now he has become a mortal enemy."
The Ancient One shook her head slightly, her face full of helplessness.
"He is currently unaware of this, and even if he did, what difference would it make?"
Mordo shook his head and smiled disdainfully. They mages weren't pushovers, especially with the Sorcerer Supreme. What right did Wenwu have to question them?
He then tried to persuade the Ancient One, saying, "Teacher, I just ran into Mephisto! He specifically taught Xu Wenwu dark magic!"
If Xu Wenwu were to cultivate, he would inevitably fall into darkness and become a great demon of the world! He must be eliminated as soon as possible!
In Mordo's eyes, Wenwu had nearly caused global nuclear annihilation before, and now he was making a deal with the Lord of Hell to cultivate dark magic, making him the biggest source of future calamity.
"Even now, the gazes of the demon gods from all dimensions remain fixed on Earth."
The Ancient One slowly shook her head, her eyes filled with weariness, and sighed softly, "The more reckless the actions, the more deliberately weary we become, the easier it is to expose a flaw and attract the dimensional demon god's calamity."
For hundreds of years, she has protected the Earth and resisted dimensional prying eyes, leaving her physically and mentally exhausted.
Now her only wish is to wait for a suitable Inheritors to appear so that she can unload her burdens and retire.
Of course, this wasn't because she wanted to quit and run away, but because she had lived for hundreds of years with the help of the power of the Dark Dimension, and her physical body had long been eroded by the dark power.
If she doesn't die, she will become Dormammu's puppet and willingly let Him into the material universe!