Chapter 119: Flying Dragon City Lord

“Lord, that old guy Quentin is too ambitious. He does things without any scruples, and he even dares to toy with the Grand Elder of the Monastery in public. Cooperating with someone like him, will it…”

After walking a distance, a confidant whispered a few words into Redelson’s ear, his face full of worry. The voice was very low; the guards standing on duty on both sides of the road could not hear it, but it could not be hidden from Hu Feng, who had a power ful Divine Sense.

” Precisely because his ambition is big enough, the family chose to cooperate with him!”

Dressed in black and looking spirited, Redelson paused, then continued: “A soldier who does not want to be a general is not a good soldier. Similarly, a City Lord who does not want to be a local Overlord is not a good City Lord. Royale, this Quentin is not as simple as you imagine. His Highness Prince Arthas has his reasons for deciding this; it is not something we ordinary people can easily figure out.”

“Yes!”

The confidant named Royale nodded his head. Thinking carefully, Quentin, that fellow who looked reckless on the outside, was indeed not that simple. His only son Abbas was killed on his own territory, yet not a single abnormality could be seen on his face. His personality appeared reckless and violent, but in reality, he was deep and calculating, making decisive decisions at critical moments.

A hero in troubled times!

The more Royale thought about it, the more terrifying Quentin seemed. A person’s position determines their realm. Indeed, although he was known as the best strategist the family had produced in a century, compared to the high and mighty His Highness Prince Arthas, whether in strength or strategy, the difference was not just a little bit. Thinking of the latter’s great talent and grand strategy, he was filled with hope for the family’s revival.

“Royale, what is the news regarding that mysterious person, Blackwater?” Redelson asked the confidant beside him.

“Based on reliable intelligence analysis, that Blackwater is very likely a peerless genius that Black Horn has been secretly cultivating over the years. Someone once saw him standing together with Hei Mu at Saintess Peak, and their relationship is extraordinary,” Royale quickly regained his calm. His mind was clear as he methodically continued: “Being able to kill Elder Thrace, who was on a mission to Cold Moon City, with a single sword strike shows that the mysterious Blackwater has at least cultivated to the High Holy Step realm. However, I carefully checked the information on the Wasteland Demon Hunter Ranking, and his name is not within the top ten thousand, nor can I find a similar person!”

“Continue investigating. As soon as there is news, tell me immediately!” Redelson’s face was calm, but his tone carried a piercing Killing Intent.

“Yes!” Royale bowed to accept the order. After hesitating for a moment, his right hand made a chopping motion, as if beheading someone, and he continued: “Lord, do you want us to just finish off that guy Weinberg directly…”

“No, now is not the time. That guy is still very useful. Besides, with our status, it is not appropriate for us to take action directly. Otherwise, it would affect other forces’ views of our Morgan Family and ruin the family’s plan. His Highness Prince Arthas would definitely be the first to capture us and behead us.”

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After walking out of the City Lord’s Mansion, the voices of Redelson’s group became softer and softer. Although they certainly could not find his trace for the moment, Hu Feng still felt a heavy pressure.

Redelson, this personal guard, was already this powerful; how terrifying must be His Highness Prince Arthas who could make him submit wholeheartedly?

Peak Demi-god Realm! That was a supreme existence on the same level as Old Ancestor Bone Demon’s True Body. Although Hu Feng was powerful, he asked himself if he encountered this kind of peak-level monster, he would be far from being a match!

In front of Redelson and the others, City Lord Quentin was lustful and dissolute, acting without restraint. But as soon as they left, his expression quickly changed, and he straightened his back coldly. He clapped his hands lightly, and a warrior shrouded entirely in darkness quickly walked out from the shadows. Even Hu Feng, who was lurking in the dark, could not see his true face clearly, nor could he lock onto his Soul Fluctuation.

“Bogans, when will Ancestor Igula arrive at Graham City?” Quentin asked in a low voice to the warrior standing before him.

The Morgan Family had their grand plans, and he had his own calculations, intending to use the Morgan Family’s power to become a true local Overlord. The Morgan Family was ambitious, attempting to unify the entire Dallas Continent and restore the family’s past glory. Cooperating with such a powerful force was like skinning a tiger; one careless move could lead to eternal damnation. However, although the Morgan Family was powerful, he had his own trump card.

This trump card was the soon-to-arrive Puppet Ancestor Igula!

For thousands of years, he had conquered vast territories and made many enemies. However, no one knew that he was the personal disciple of Puppet Ancestor Igula. Even fewer knew that his Grand Puppet Technique had long been cultivated to a miraculous realm.

“Lord, the Ancestor obtained an ancient treasure a while ago and is in secluded cultivation. He has a one hundred percent certainty of breaking through the bottleneck in one go and stepping into the Demi-god Realm to become a powerful God Step Puppeteer!” The warrior named Bogans spoke in an icy and ethereal tone, as if the voice came from a hollow abdominal cavity, mechanical, cold, and without a trace of emotional fluctuation. “The Ancestor instructed that he cannot arrive in time this time, and let me bring you a treasure for protection.”

As Bogans spoke, he took out a crystal flask engraved with runes from his Demon Hunter Card. He pulled out the stopper, and wisps of curling smoke quickly rose up, devouring all surrounding Soul Fluctuations. Even from a distance, Hu Feng still felt his soul tremble. Inhaling a wisp of smoke, his consciousness quickly stiffened and became dizzy, as if he were gradually losing self-control like a puppet. He silently recited a few incantations and surged the Magic Power in his body to expel the smoke, only then slowly returning to normal.

“Soul Refining Flask?”

Quentin exclaimed, his right hand grasping at the void to grab the smoking crystal flask into his hand, excited. With this treasure, cultivating to become a Grand Puppeteer would be just around the corner. At that time, within a radius of ten thousand miles, who could stop his rolling Chariot?

“Lord, the Ancestor instructed that the Nun offered last time was not bad, and told you not to forget this mission. To consolidate his God Step Puppeteer realm, the Ancestor will need a large number of holy Souls,” Bogans’ mechanical, cold voice sounded again.

“No problem. Go back and tell the Ancestor that to celebrate his breakthrough and becoming a God Step Puppeteer, I have prepared a big gift for him in advance!”

Sensing the powerful force of the Soul Refining Flask, Quentin laughed loudly. He grabbed the hair of the Grand Elder of the Monastery under him and pressed her head down towards his thigh root, behaving like a beast. His only son Abbas was dead; an ordinary person might have been completely discouraged by such a blow, but he did not take it to heart, and it did not affect his ambition in the slightest.

A son was gone; he could just make another one. As long as he firmly controlled the power of Graham, as long as he possessed powerful strength, he would get closer to his goal day by day, gradually becoming a Lawless local Overlord.

Puppet Ancestor Igula?

Hu Feng’s heart shook, and he quickly recalled the evil old fellow he met at Saintess Peak. At that time, if Hei Mu had not arrived in time, he feared that he and the Tree Demon would have long become puppets for him to slaughter.

“Powerful. Could it be that this Nun Elder has been refined into a puppet by him to be manipulated at will?”

Looking at the Nun Elder under City Lord Quentin’s crotch, who was alluring and wild but moved slightly stiffly, Hu Feng had a thought. After weighing his options, he gave up the plan to rashly attack and kill City Lord Quentin on the spot. A cold wind blew past, and his figure silently vanished without attracting anyone’s attention.

If he killed City Lord Quentin, the Morgan Family’s conspiracy to use Graham City against Weinberg would naturally collapse. If it were just Quentin alone, he would have decisively struck, but with the addition of the unfathomable Bogans, it would be difficult to strike and retreat safely. Moreover, it involved the evil and powerful Puppet Ancestor Igula, so he had to act with caution.

After returning to the dungeon, Randolph and the others were still sleeping. The only exception was Saliel, who had become a cripple not far away, letting out a weak moan from time to time. Under the cruel torture of the Rattan Armor Warriors, this formerly selfish and arrogant fellow had almost turned into a raving madman, repeatedly saying that he was the murderer.

“Death Aura that is extremely Yin and cold. Hmm, I haven’t seen such an outstanding Dark Mage for a long time. Not bad, not bad!”

Just as Hu Feng was preparing to calm his mind and cultivate, a cold voice suddenly came from the depths of the dungeon. The old man, whose limbs were nailed to the Burning Stake, raised his head again, and his eyes actually emitted wisps of green light in the darkness like a wild wolf. Despite being tortured, and his life force and Magic Power draining away every moment, there was not a trace of worry on his face; his eyes were determined and cold.

Whoosh…

Hu Feng’s expression changed in shock. He suddenly used the Great Teleportation Technique to arrive in front of the old man. “Who are you?”

Seeing the cruel torture on the old man’s body, Hu Feng was even more shocked in his heart. According to Ovisis’s memory, this was the Divine Court’s most severe Demon Refining Grand Formation. Only for powerful and evil Great Demon Heads could such a great punishment be used. Every time such a Demon Refining Grand Formation was set up, it required a Great Divine Official above the Holy Step to personally take action, consuming a large amount of Magic Crystals and Holy Energy. The Magic Array under the old man’s feet not only constantly extracted the energy from his body but also covered and sealed all auras and energy fluctuations in the surroundings, forming an invisible space of its own.

Graham City was grand in scale, but to the Divine Court, it was just an ordinary castle. The Monastery here was nothing special either; compared to the Monastery at Glory Castle, they were not on the same level at all. He did not expect that inside this ordinary Monastery, such a powerful Great Demon Head was actually imprisoned!

“Maurice, the City Lord of Flying Dragon City in the Death Swamp!”

The old man’s face was calm. He glanced indifferently at Hu Feng who appeared before him, paused, and then continued: “Not bad. You have only cultivated to the Low Step Great Magician realm, yet you have condensed a Magic Crystal and a Soul Crystal in your body, and even condensed eight Demon God Phantoms. Not bad. However, the Demon God Phantoms in your body are too faint; they are far from enough to condense the will of an Ancient Demon God. Your cultivation on the path of the Demon God has only just begun. Young man, are you interested in making a deal?”

“Save you? That is not an easy thing to do. What is the benefit?”

Hu Feng remained expressionless, but he was secretly shocked.

After concealing his energy fluctuations, he looked like a mere Low Step Divine Official on the surface; even Redelson, who had cultivated to the Demi-god Realm, had not seen through his true strength. He did not expect that this old man, who had been imprisoned for who knows how many years, would see through all the secrets in his body at a glance!