Chapter 262 - 114: One-Hit Kill
"Divine Son, the remnants of Shang Kingdom have entered Yanpo Forest. Just as you anticipated, Fa Xiaoyi is indeed a Dark Element Demon Summoner. The Elder Council has sent word that while bringing back the Sky Sun Shuttle and the Earth Yin Shuttle, you must capture Fa Xiaoyi alive," Song Mu from the Divine Court said with utmost respect, standing beside the purple-eyed young man. Last night, he had just received the message from the Elder Council.
At this moment, if Yue Jinghua were here, she would certainly recognize that the purple-eyed young man was the same servant she had almost clashed with in Shang Palace.
The purple-eyed servant had changed out of his coachman’s attire, now wearing a white battle armor. The faint mist did not hide his tall stature; half of a moon-white mask covered his sharp and incomparable purple eyes.
"Is the Elder Council still engaged in such unspeakable deeds?" the purple-eyed young man’s lips moved slightly, his words piercingly cold.
Above Yanpo Forest, that Dark Element Five-star Pentacle was continuously absorbing energy.
"Everything the elders do represents the will of the divine, for the sake of all the people of the Eastern Continent," Song Mu, a typical believer of the Divine Court, upheld that the guidance from the court’s elders was always correct, and in addition to the divine, the Divine Son and Divine Daughter of the Divine Court, both endowed with peerless beauty and talent, were the most revered beings.
Despite some conflicts between the Elder Council and the Divine Son over the years, Song Mu always believed that one day there would be reconciliation.
"Song Mu, do not trust others too much, even if that other is a deity," around the purple-eyed young man a light purple Dark Energy Protective Shield appeared, dispelling the encroaching shadowy Evil Qi, "You stay on the perimeter, I alone will suffice to deal with that Dark Serpent."
As the Divine Son with the most unfathomable cultivation in five hundred years of the Divine Court, the purple-eyed young man did not give Song Mu the opportunity to reply; his figure, as if by instantaneous movement, vanished before Song Mu’s eyes.
Before him, the murky Evil Qi shied away from the purple Qi around his body, like prey fleeing a hunter.