Invincibility starts when I see the BOSS health bar.

Chapter 919 Secret Discussion
He had an intimate knowledge of the intricate relationships within the Absolute Sect.

Although they were subject to the protection of the elders, they also gained protection and power as a result.

He was well aware of the subtle discord between Elder Yan Jin and the "Lady Lulu" before him, and he was also clear about the awkward situation of this "head of the capital" within the Juemen.

Facing this woman who seemed to dislike everyone, Qian Wu's attitude was extremely cold, even carrying a hint of barely perceptible contempt.

But Lulu, the senior sister, clearly didn't care about his attitude.

She sat gracefully in the main seat, a gentle and polite smile on her face, seemingly oblivious to the cold hostility emanating from the other party.

However, her words carried an undeniable air of authority, clearly reaching Qian Wu's ears:

"Qian Wu, in the capital, all members of the extinct families, regardless of their status or position, are under my jurisdiction."

She paused slightly, her gaze calmly fixed on the shadow beneath the hood, and emphasized her words:

"You are no exception."

Qian Wu's brows, hidden beneath his hood, furrowed tightly, and the muscles beneath his black robe seemed to tense for a moment.

He remained silent for a moment, seemingly weighing something, before finally nodding slowly, his voice even colder:

"Understood. So, tell me, what do you need me to do?"

"It's very simple."

Senior Sister Lulu's smile remained unchanged, but her voice carried a hint of coldness: "I need you... to get rid of someone for me."

"Who?"

"The masked man."

"The masked man?"

Qian Wuwei was slightly taken aback.

He had heard many rumors about this name from travelers and caravans who stopped along the way before he entered the capital.

There's no other reason than that this "masked man" has been causing such a stir in Beijing recently that it's hard not to know about him.

But the rumors he heard suggested that this "masked man's" style of doing things was quite similar to their clan's secret operations of eliminating demons, or even that they were... the same kind of people?

He always thought the masked man was one of his own.

"Who is the masked man?" Qian Wu asked.

"You'll find out soon enough," Senior Sister Lulu said, keeping everyone in suspense.

"...Isn't he in cahoots with our Juemen?"

Qian Wu directly voiced his doubts.

"What makes you think so?"

Senior Sister Lulu showed a perfectly timed expression of surprise, then her tone turned serious, carrying a sanctimonious condemnation.

"Such heretics, who indiscriminately kill innocent people and disrupt the order of the capital, are not to be tolerated by our upright and honorable Juemen! This scourge must be eliminated!"

Upon hearing this, Qian Wu nodded subconsciously, seemingly agreeing with the idea of ​​"eliminating the scourge."

But the next second, his cold, vertical pupils suddenly shot up, piercing through the shadow of the hood and sharply targeting Lulu's seemingly harmless face.

In an instant, he seemed to have figured something out and understood the intricacies of the situation.

A cold, undisguised laugh, laced with deep sarcasm, emanated from beneath his hood:
"Ha...you humans are so cunning and calculating, it's really quite a convoluted scheme."

Senior Sister Lulu's smile remained gentle, as if she hadn't noticed the sarcasm in his words, and she simply said:
"But you have to behave, don't you? We are the Juemen's... 'watchdogs'."

The words "watchdog" were like poisoned steel needles, piercing deeply into Qian Wu's heart!
"..."

Qian Wu's body suddenly stiffened!
The muscles in his arms, hidden beneath the black robe, instantly bulged and tensed!

In the shadows beneath the hood, one could almost see his lips twitch violently, his sharp teeth looming in the darkness, making a soft grinding sound!

A violent demonic aura was about to erupt uncontrollably!

But in the end, he managed to restrain himself!
His chest heaved violently as he forcefully suppressed the rage that threatened to consume his reason.

He can't do it!
This is the capital!
The woman in front of you is backed by the leader of the Juemen Sect!

Lord Protector hasn't arrived yet...

"...I will take action to eliminate the masked man."

Qian Wu's voice was as if it had been pulled out of an ice cellar, every word carrying a chilling coldness.

"But! It must be after Lord Huxin arrives in the capital! I must hear his personal order before I take action!"

"It's not up to you."

Lulu's voice suddenly turned cold, and the smile on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a condescending and icy commanding tone.

"I am the head of the Juemen sect in the capital! Even Elder Huxin has to obey my orders! You are no exception!"

She leaned forward slightly, and an invisible pressure enveloped Qian Wu as if it were a tangible force:
“If you dare disobey my orders now, I can immediately summon Elder Yan Jin. Guess what kind of ‘quick’ treatment he will give you, given his attitude towards demons?”

Qian Wu clenched his fist tightly, and his knuckles cracked softly beneath his black robe.

He glared at Senior Sister Lulu, his vertical pupils burning with humiliation and boundless rage!

But reason told him that what the other person said was true.

He has no choice.

Faced with absolute power and control, this enslaved demon could only bow his head.

The flames of anger raged in his eyes, eventually turning into a cold, lifeless silence.

He slowly and heavily lowered his proud head.

Seeing this, Senior Sister Lulu's lips curled up again, her smile filled with the smugness of being in control of everything.

She knew that Qian Wu would take care of the "trouble" of the masked man for her.

……

Meanwhile, in another, more secluded, and dark underground space in the capital.

Several pairs of scarlet eyes, like candlelight from hell, suddenly lit up in the absolute darkness.

The air was filled with a strong earthy smell, a metallic smell, and an indescribable sense of oppression.

Demons are restless and uneasy.

These demons lurking in the shadows of the capital are not entirely isolated and helpless.

Among certain powerful demons, there exist extremely secret communication channels unknown to humans.

They carefully maintained this fragile bond, not daring to reveal it too obviously, for fear of arousing the vigilance and suspicion of the powerful humans above them, thus inviting annihilation.

This channel exists only for a special moment when the survival of the group is at stake.

This would allow these domesticated and exploited "kinds" to communicate with each other and devise a strategy together.

And now, a moment that makes them feel greatly threatened and deeply uneasy seems to have arrived.

The brief silence was broken by a rough, rock-scratching sound, a sound containing thunderous anger and questioning:

"That damned masked man in the capital is slaughtering our people like crazy! Why?! Why don't those humans above do anything?! Didn't we demons reach an agreement with them? Weren't we 'raised' by them, serving them? It's a cooperative relationship! What right does that masked man have?! What right does he have to so recklessly kill our compatriots?!"

The first to raise such a deafening question was clearly a powerful and violent demon.

It angrily denounced humanity's treachery and presented a stark and pressing question to all those with bloodshot eyes!
In the thick, inky darkness, the remaining demons looked at each other, their eyes reflecting the same confusion and a hint of unspeakable fear.

The frigid air seemed to freeze, leaving only the heavy breathing sounds rising and falling.

The problem of the masked men gradually became apparent in the capital.

This unresolved question, at this moment, hangs like an invisible blade over the heart of every demon.

They maintained a delicate yet strong alliance with the powerful and influential people in the capital.

Both sides got what they needed, and this mutually beneficial relationship was once the cornerstone of their foothold in human cities.

Admittedly, the bloodshed caused by the masked men has not yet reached the powerful demon class that occupies the top positions.

However, those low-ranking demons who were attached to clans and families and were regarded as "domesticated" have been ruthlessly "purged".

This cold reality is like a piercing alarm bell.

Will the masked man's knife be used on them next?
A chill crept up my spine.

What exactly does this mean?
Is humanity really going to tear up the tacit understanding that has lasted for countless years, betray trust, and begin a thorough purge of these "allies"?

Panic is like a stone thrown into stagnant water, instantly creating ripples.

In the corner, a demon paced restlessly, its fingernails unconsciously scratching the ground, making a piercing noise.

Others, however, were like cold, hard rocks, suppressing the turmoil within their hearts and trying to maintain a calm facade, though their slightly constricted pupils betrayed the turmoil beneath.

"Perhaps... the higher-ups in humanity are simply unaware of this?"

A slightly hoarse voice tentatively rang out, trying to find a moment of respite in this suffocating situation.

“Similar incidents have occurred in the past. Those big shots are high up in the clouds, and if the situation doesn’t reach a certain intensity, the news simply won’t get to their ears.”

"Not aware?"

In the darkness, a chilling sneer suddenly rang out, accompanied by a creepy hissing sound.

A long-tongued demon slowly revealed its outline, its forked tongue appearing and disappearing in the dim light, licking the air with disdain and mockery.

"The matter of the masked man has already caused a huge uproar throughout the city! In the past, if such a petty villain dared to be so rampant, would those human families have stood idly by? They would have already used all their strength and swift and decisive methods to crush him to dust! But now? Not only are those families remaining inactive, but even their superiors are turning a blind eye and letting things slide! In my opinion,"

The long-tongued demon's voice suddenly rose, carrying a sharp accusation.

"The human race's higher-ups are clearly using this masked man to intimidate us and then discard us after we've served our purpose! They want to get rid of us 'old fogies' so they can completely seize control of the situation!"

This attack on their very souls struck like a heavy hammer against the hearts of all the demons.

After a brief silence, low murmurs of agreement spread like a tide, clearly indicating that the long-tongued demon's words had struck at their deepest fears.

"Like! So similar!"

Another great demon chimed in, his voice carrying a certainty born from deliberate observation.

“I have also carefully investigated this matter.”

“Those families that were ‘visited’ by the masked men were not incapable of resolving this problem.”

"The experts they keep in their mansion, with their hidden strength, should be more than capable of dealing with mere masked men."

"What's strange is that, without exception, they all... chose to remain silent! They allowed the masked men to enter as if they owned the place, slaughtering our kin at will, and then swaggering away! This is no accident!"

After he finished speaking, the scene fell into a brief silence.

"It seems that humanity really doesn't need us anymore..." A mournful whisper rang out, filled with resentment at being abandoned.

"Send a masked man to deal with us? Do they really think we're slaves to be slaughtered?!"

Suppressed anger was ignited, and a demon roared, its demonic energy surging uncontrollably: "Even a rabbit will kick an eagle when cornered! What about us?!"

"Everyone! Everyone! Calm down!"

Just as the anger was about to spiral out of control, a calm and authoritative voice pierced through the noise, suppressing the commotion like a stabilizing force.

The demons' gazes involuntarily turned to the dark depths from which the sound originated.

"Regardless of what the higher-ups in humanity are planning,"

The voice continued, carrying an undeniable weight.

"The fact that our own kind have fallen one after another under the masked men's blades is an undeniable, bloody truth! What's even more frightening is that the number of masked men has not decreased, but rather increased! More and more people are donning those eerie masks and joining this 'hunt.' It's hard to say whether there are any human elites secretly instigating and fueling this! I believe... we can no longer sit idly by and wait to die!"

These words immediately triggered a suppressed, uneasy murmur in the room.

After a brief exchange and a meeting of eyes, doubts arose again:
"The threat from the masked men is indeed imminent, but if we act rashly and break the ancient agreement with humanity, what will we say to the higher-ups? What will the consequences be..."

"If we don't take action, we're just waiting to die!"

A furious roar interrupted the doubts, filled with a do-or-die determination.

"If you're willing to offer your necks for slaughter, then wait to die! I'm not playing along! You've been humanity's watchdog and guardian beast for so many years, and now you want to 'discard the millstone after it has served its purpose'? There's no such thing as a free lunch!"

This angry declaration instantly ignited the long-suppressed malevolence, and the suppressed ferocity emanating from the demons began to spread uncontrollably.

"That's right! As the masked men continue to kill, our strength will be constantly weakened. By then, it will be too late for us to unite and resist!"

"Now there are more and more masked people. Who can guarantee that there aren't any human pawns planted among them, specifically to eliminate us?"

Suspicion, apprehension, fear... all sorts of dark emotions grew and fermented in the hearts of every demon.

Some things cannot be verified, but the cold reality is right in front of us.

The masked man is on the move, killing.

The human "masters," who should have provided shelter as the contracting party, strangely chose to remain inactive, and may even have used others to eliminate the demons they considered "troublesome."

"Now that things have come to this, I will no longer hide it."

That steady voice rang out again, dropping a bombshell: "Recently, I happened to... make contact with an envoy sent from the 'Demon Capital'."

(End of this chapter)