He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 105 My 23 Things About My Grandmaster (Part 28)

The Demon Lord of Slaughter kicked open the palace door and strode into the Elders' Council Hall.

"Yan'er, inform the seven elders to come to the council hall immediately."

He was furious, and his voice was harsh.

When Mo Zhu broke free of the seal, he repeatedly emphasized that they should not underestimate their opponent. Ten thousand years have passed, and that child's strength is probably already above theirs.

The results of it!

They actually sent Lao Shi to investigate on their own, but before the news came back, he was gone!

How dare they!

"Elder, what is the matter in such a hurry?"

The Second Elder was the first to arrive. He glanced at the bright footprints on the door, then casually stroked his beard and strolled over.

"Second brother," the Demon Lord of Slaughter rushed forward and grabbed his neck, the fragile artery clearly visible through his skin.

Do you know what Lao Shi means to me?

"Your heart, your liver, your... most precious treasure."

The Second Elder smiled calmly, unsurprised by the current situation. Who didn't know about the few things about killing the heavens and being immoral?

The Demon Lord's rage intensified. He tightened his grip, and with a snap, the neck twisted to the side. He disgustedly tossed the person aside.

The Third Elder, who had rushed over, sighed upon seeing this and reluctantly put away the Second Elder's dead body.

"Boss, the second brother's immortality isn't meant to be used like this."

"Hmph." The Demon Lord of Slaughter turned around and flicked his sleeve, deciding to avoid seeing or hearing about it.

"He offended me."

The Third Elder pleaded earnestly, "Which of us brothers doesn't know about your affair with Tenth Brother? We're all brothers, let it go..."

Shitian, utterly dejected, cried out, "How can we let this go? Wudao is dead! Dead, do you understand? His soul has been scattered to the winds..."

"Isn't the demon core inside Old Ten's soul?"

"It's all gone, all gone. That brat took it back, and he... has come to seek revenge on us."

The Third Elder was greatly surprised, as were the other newly arrived elders.

"You mean...he's coming?"

Someone said something, their voice trembling slightly.

"Hmph, if you're scared, then get lost. I'll take revenge for Old Ten myself."

The Third Elder stepped forward to mediate: "Alright, alright, everyone, listen to my advice. The Demon Palace is heavily guarded. I have just ordered everyone to enter a state of pre-battle readiness. Even if that demon god descends to earth, he won't be able to set foot in my Demon Palace."

Mo Zhu, who was secretly observing while holding a handful of sunflower seeds: ...

Are you talking about me?

The Third Elder was extremely confident in this, and Shi Tian, ​​unusually, did not refute it.

"I must avenge Lao Shi."

"I didn't tell you not to report it. Once that brat breaks in, he'll be half-dead or dead. Then you can finish him off with a few more cuts and skin him alive. Wouldn't that be great?"

After recovering, the Second Elder got up, stroked his beard, and said leisurely.

"Humph!"

The Demon Lord of Slaughtering Heaven snorted, which was an admission of his guilt.

The room fell silent, and no one spoke for a moment.

A sharp "crack" sounded like a thunderclap, jolting the relaxed nerves of the group.

"who!"

The Demon Lord of Slaughtering Heaven roared.

Mo Zhu, holding a melon seed, silently glanced at the little man next to Wen Yan, who was happily munching on melon seeds...

"You let it out?"

"It said it was a bit bored and wanted to join in the fun..."

Wen Yan touched her nose, a little embarrassed.

233 stopped eating sunflower seeds, staring blankly at the two of them, belatedly realizing that it seemed to have caused trouble.

Mo Zhu rubbed his forehead.

"Alright, that's enough for now."

"Have we messed up?" Wen Yan asked, feeling somewhat guilty.

"It's nothing," Mo Zhu said casually. "I have a backup plan. Why don't you go back to your soul first?"

"it is good."

The invisibility spell was lifted, and Mo Zhu suddenly appeared. The suppressed demonic energy resembled a dark cloud filled with moisture, and in an instant, a torrential rain poured down.

Who are you?

A bead of sweat appeared on the Second Elder's forehead. The all-around pressure from the powerful figure made him unconsciously hunch his already bent back.

"Don't you recognize me?"

Mo Zhu moved his pale white fingers, pulled down the black square scarf covering his face, and curled up the corners of his crimson lips. The dark patterns on half of his face resembled an ancient incantation, mysterious and arrogant.

“I remember every single one of your faces perfectly.”

His eyes, though seemingly smiling, held no real joy.

"It's you..." The Second Elder exclaimed in surprise, but then fell silent.

"It's noisy."

Mo Zhu tossed aside the desiccated corpse, tilted his head, and said, "Don't you guys think he's noisy?"

The group suddenly turned around and scattered like birds and beasts.

So fast!

Before he even made a move, the second brother was already dead...

The Demon Lord who killed the Heavens was terrified.

Mo Zhu, with a kind and benevolent expression, asked, "Your name is the Demon Lord Who Slays Heaven? Do you wish for revenge?"

He walked slowly, his long robe trailing on the smooth floor.

"I'll give you a chance."

An elder, enraged, roared, "Boy, don't be so arrogant... *pfft*"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and before he could finish speaking, he was already cold.

"I told you, don't argue."

Mo Zhu was helpless. This group of people seemed to be unable to understand human language, even more so than him, an old scholar who had been imprisoned for ten thousand years.

"Old Eight!"

The Demon Lord who killed the Heavens had eyes that were about to burst with rage.

"You shameless brat, I'll fight you to the death!"

The Demon Lord of Slaughter disappeared into the vast black smoke, which rapidly gathered, intending to strangle Mo Zhu within it.

After the mist engulfed Mo Zhu, Shi Tian let out a wild laugh.

"Haha, you're nothing special."

His mist has been tempered by demon cores. Even a demon king in his prime would likely rot and die if he were trapped in it.

The Demon Lord of Slaughtering Heaven smiled.

It's such a pity I couldn't skin him and eat his flesh myself.

Mo Zhu, taste what it's like to be nothing but rotten flesh.

His smile froze on his face after only a few seconds. A section of white bone emerged from the thick black mist, and he picked up a wisp of the mist and tore it off as easily as tearing cotton.

"How...how is it possible!"

Blood trickled from the corner of the Demon Lord's mouth.

The demonic energy had already seeped into his flesh and blood; tearing off the demonic energy was equivalent to tearing off his flesh and blood!

"what!!!"

Blood spurted from his bloodshot eyes. The Demon Lord of Slaughter was in unbearable pain, rolling around and screaming in agony.

"Hey, I think I've discovered something interesting..."

Mo Zhu smiled warmly, and slowed down his tearing of the black mist, so that he could truly experience the pain of flesh being separated from skin.

"Can't even handle it?"

He raised an eyebrow, then shook his head in disappointment.

They have too little patience.

Even when he was being devoured by the tiger, he was still able to discern the chewing sounds and deduce from the frequency of chewing which part of the meat was the most tender and easiest to eat.

A hint of nostalgia flashed in Mo Zhu's eyes.

"People say that the hind leg meat of a tiger is the most tender, but that's not true. Tigers are the kings of the forest and are exceptionally agile. The muscles on their legs are firm and the most difficult to eat."

"If we're talking about the most tender part, it's definitely the belly. Cut through a thin layer of skin and flesh, and you'll find blood and flesh intertwined; it even bounces back when you touch it—it's both tender and fresh..."

"People are the same."

The Demon Lord of Slaughter opened his eyes and met a pair of cold, suffocating beastly eyes, dark and deep, fierce and unusual.

He slowly exhaled more than he inhaled, his eyes widened and bulged...

"died?"

Mo Zhu threw away the scattered black mist and disgustedly shook off the sticky liquid from his finger bones.

The black liquid turned red and sprayed onto his eerie dark patterns. His pale white finger bones rotated, and he smiled broadly.

What can I say about you? Sigh, you just had to choose the most cruel way to die.

He said regretfully, then looked at the people trembling like leaves beside him, tilted his head and asked with a smile, "How do you want to die?"