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After hearing Wang Mang’s words, Sword King felt extremely touched.

He had not expected Wang Mang to stand up for him like this.

It seemed that Wang Mang truly thought highly of him!

This fellow was quite likable!

On the contrary, his gaze towards Lu Xun was filled with cold killing intent.

Had it not been for the fact that he could not fight other potential candidates in the Myriad Demon Holy Land, he would have killed Lu Xun long ago.

After all, Lu Xun was two entire minor cultivation realms lower than his!

At the same time, Lu Xun suddenly found himself in a difficult position.

If he admitted defeat, would it not be equivalent to saying that he was afraid of Wang Mang?

Suddenly, Lu Xun heard a mocking chuckle from afar.

After looking sideways, Wang Mang and the other two saw a young man in white robes standing at the entrance of a hall not far away. He was looking over with a playful gaze.

Seeing this scene, Lu Xunimmediately sneered and said, “You dare to threaten me?”

“So what if I humiliate Sword King? He is nothing but a dog in my eyes.”

After saying that, Lu Xun looked at Wang Mang with a mocking gaze. The contempt in his eyes was obvious.

Clearly, he did not take Wang Mang seriously.

The only people he considered competitors were Sword King, Zun Long, and Gu Yuan, who were the three strongest candidates for the position of Holy Son.

Similarly, the young man who was watching the show not far away was also a peerless genius, but he was not Zun Long or Gu Yuan. Thanks to this young man, Lu Xun was unwilling to give in to Wang Mang’s threat.

However, what Lu Xun didn’t know was that Wang Mang was not angry at all. Instead, he was happy.

His previous words were originally intended to sow discord among these peerless geniuses.

Looking at Sword King’s stiff and ugly expression, Wang Mang was instantly possessed by the soul of an actor.

He looked at Lu Xun with a ferocious expression, and his terrifying spiritual aura became even more violent.

“Crazy brat, you really deserve to die!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Mang was ready to attack in anger. However, at this moment, the furious Sword King immediately stopped Wang Mang and whispered, “Brother Wang Mang, this isn’t a good place to fight.”

“If Brother Wang Mang really kills him, there would be no place for you in the Myriad Demon Holy Land.”

Hearing this, Wang Mang pretended that his anger had yet to subside as he looked coldly at Lu Xun.

Lu Xun immediately smiled in disdain in response, and turned around to enter the palace arrogantly.

Seeing this, Sword King comforted him, “Alright, Brother Wang, go back to the palace and rest.”

“Leave this kid to me. When I have the chance, I’ll kill him!”

Hearing this, Wang Mang immediately nodded and gritted his teeth.

“If Brother Sword King doesn’t act, I’m prepared to act as well.”

“This kid is too arrogant. He’s not strong, yet he’s so arrogant. He’s completely disregarding you, Brother Sword King.”

Sword King patted Wang Mang’s shoulder and chuckled.

“Brother, just wait for the good news!”

With that, Sword King watched Wang Mang enter Mo Shen Palace, and then looked coldly at the palace where Lu Xun was.

At the same time, after entering the palace, Wu Shi and An Lan were speechless.

This was the first time they had seen Wang Mang act like a lackey. It seemed that their master had the potential and talent to be a lackey!

Of course, they also knew that Wang Mang would never submit to anyone.

This was because Wang Mang had chosen to join the Holy Land to become a Holy Son. At this moment, the Black Emperor could not help but raise its head and grinned.

“My Lord, I didn’t realize that you really have the talent to be a lackey!”

Wang Mang’s face darkened.

He glared at Black Emperor and said helplessly, “There’s no other way. The competition for the position of Holy Son in the Myriad Demon Holy Land is too intense.”

“If I don’t use the Immortal Emperor Mask, I probably won’t stand a chance.”

“Moreover, this was under the condition that they do not have any trump cards.”

Wu Shi and An Lan nodded in agreement.

At this moment, An Lan could not help but complain, “Master, why do you insist on becoming the Holy Son?”

“Wouldn’t it have been better if we live free and unfettered lives in Qingmu City?”

An Lan’s complaints were mainly because he had indeed suffered a lot along the way, especially at Shenguang Holy Land, where they had been humiliated.

According to the current situation, even Wang Mang did not have much of a chance to become the Holy Son here.

Upon hearing this, Wang Mang sighed. He was just about to console An Lan, when the system’s voice rang out.

[[Ding! Host’s current status detected! The host is given the following mission options!]

[Mission 1: Bring someone to the Myriad Demons Cave and kill at least one participant in the Holy Son competition!]

[Mission Time: Until completion.]

[Mission Reward: 500 million energy points, Immortal-grade Gacha xi!]

[Mission 2: Bring others to the Myriad Demons Cave and kill at least three participants in the Holy Son competition!]

[Mission Time: Until completion.]

[Mission Reward: 1 billion energy points, Celestial King-grade Gacha xi! ]

[Mission 3: Bring others to the Myriad Demons Cave and kill all of the participants in the Holy Son competition!]

[Mission Time: Until completion.]

[Mission Reward: 2 billion energy points, Celestial King-grade Gacha xi, Celestial King Treasure Chest xi! ]

After seeing this, Wang Mang was stunned.

It seemed that the system was indirectly telling him how to succeed in the competition for the position of Holy Son.

Myriad Demons Cave…

Thinking this, Wang Mang’s heart suddenly thumped.

He only needed to trick others into entering the Myriad Demons Cave!