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This person is none other than the High Priest of Night City!

Aside from the Night King, he held the highest position.

Even the city lord of Night City cannot compare to him.

His gaze remained fixed on Night City below. He noticed that Chen Yuan and the others had entered the enormous tomb. He then picked up the bronze wine cup on the table, took a large gulp of blood, and slammed the cup down.

He then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked down at Night City, and said calmly, "The fish that need to be caught should all be here. It's time to reel them in."

As soon as he finished speaking, a burly man with a bare chest and skull tattoos covering his skin heard him, and his bloodshot eyes suddenly flashed with lightning!

He carried a large cleaver more than three meters long on his back, and his body was surrounded by a strong aura of menace.

The burly man spoke in a deep, booming voice, like a wild beast roaring.

His name is Gui Tu, and he is one of the strongest fighters in Night City, a terrifying existence at the seventh level of the Purple Mansion Realm.

The High Priest nodded slightly, intending to order Ghost Butcher to go down and slaughter those Purple Mansion cultivators from the Great Xiang Empire.

But at that moment, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his gaze fell on the bow of the ship ahead.

There stood two figures, a man and a woman, with their backs to the blood moon in the sky, motionless.

The blood moon in the sky cast a beam of light upon them, as if draping them in a crimson cloak.

"Who are you people?!"

Ghost Butcher also noticed the two figures that suddenly appeared on the bow of the ship ahead. He immediately shouted and was about to make a move, but was stopped by the High Priest.

The figures sitting with the high priest also became solemn, immediately mobilizing all their cultivation levels and preparing to attack at any moment.

"Your skill is truly impressive; you appeared before us without us even noticing. I am truly impressed."

The high priest narrowed his eyes, looked at the middle-aged man in plain robes in front of him, and said calmly.

Under the blood moonlight, the middle-aged man in plain robes with his hands behind his back said calmly, "I also admire you and the Night King."

The high priest narrowed his eyes slightly. "Heh, what makes you say that?"

The middle-aged man in plain robes said, "You conspired with the Night King and used the pretext of your son's murder to launch an attack on the Western Frontier City."

Firstly, in order to carry out a massacre, regardless of whether the war is won or lost, it will increase the number of ghost cultivators and corpse cultivators, thus strengthening the power of your Night City.

Secondly, you are still here to ambush and kill the powerful Wuxiang Guards and the young talents of noble families who come to cause trouble.

Once you've attracted a certain number, you can personally take action and slaughter all the prodigies and geniuses of the Great Xiang Empire, turning them into your corpse cultivators or ghost cultivators.

"Hehe, what a brilliant plan."

Upon hearing this, the high priest's gaze sharpened slightly. "Are you from the Great Xiang Empire?"

The middle-aged man in the plain robe shook his head slightly and said, "No."

The high priest narrowed his eyes slightly. "Then who are you?"

The middle-aged man in plain robes looked down at Night City and said calmly, "My juniors live in the city below. You cannot touch them."

"Oh?" The high priest raised an eyebrow slightly. "Ha, your junior, do you think you can just say I can't move?"

The middle-aged man in plain robes glanced at the high priest indifferently, but said nothing.

The high priest snorted coldly, glanced at Ghost Butcher beside him, then looked at the others sitting with him, and suddenly shouted, "Attack together!"

As soon as they finished speaking, their auras suddenly surged.

With a deafening roar, the terrifying pressure of a high-level Purple Mansion erupted instantly, shattering the surrounding clouds and crashing down on the two figures in front of it with overwhelming force!

"Hmph, we're not only going to deal with your juniors, but you too will stay here!"

The high priest snorted coldly, and a skull staff appeared in his right hand. With a sudden swing, a black light shot forward!

boom!!!

The black light struck the void in front of the middle-aged man in the plain robe, as if it were hitting a transparent barrier, and immediately exploded with a rumble, stirring up waves of black energy storms!

At the same time, the middle-aged man in plain robes lightly stomped his foot, creating ripples around him that spread in all directions, directly shattering the oppressive aura that had swept over by the high priest and others.

"Overestimating yourself!"

The woman in black standing beside the middle-aged man in the plain robe gave a soft snort.

The next instant, the middle-aged man in the plain robe extended a finger, pressed it down gently, and uttered a single word indifferently.

"kneel!"

A single, simple word contained terrifying power and fluctuations, causing the High Priest, Ghost Butcher, and the other top experts of Night City to feel their own power suppressed and instantly collapse.

His body, which had been standing, buckled at the knees and he knelt on the deck with a thud.

The High Priest and Ghost Butcher were instantly stunned, staring in horror at the still calm and collected figure in front of them.

"this……"

The high priest swallowed hard, his throat bobbing, and spoke in a trembling voice, "You...you are Daotai Zhenjun!"

These words caused the minds of Ghost Butcher and the other powerful figures beside him to reel and tremble violently.

Daoist Master... True Lord!

How could a Daoist Master possibly appear here?

The high priest's tiger-like eyes darted around quickly, and he soon recalled the words of the middle-aged man in the plain robe.

His juniors live in the night city below, so he was told not to make a move.

Furthermore, the other party also stated that he was not a member of the Great Xiang Empire.

"Senior, let's talk this out. We won't resort to violence."

The high priest quickly said, "I presume you are not from the Great Xiang Empire, so you wouldn't interfere in this war, would you?"

The middle-aged man in plain robes glanced at him and said, "You all kneel down obediently and don't move."

The high priest nodded hurriedly, about to speak, but was scolded by the woman in black, "Shut up, or you'll die."

After a pause, the girl in black spoke again, "Once my junior brother leaves the city below, my master will naturally let you go."

Upon hearing this, the high priest immediately shut his mouth and remained silent.

He finally understood.

Although his fishing trip with the Night King attracted most of the high-level cultivators and prodigies of the Western Frontier Prefecture, it also drew the attention of the disciple of this powerful being before them.

Presumably, that disciple was out gaining experience and happened to get involved in this matter.

Thinking of this, he and Gui Tu exchanged a glance, their faces filled with lingering fear!

If this middle-aged man in plain clothes hadn't appeared, and he and Gui Tu and the others had killed that mysterious disciple, wouldn't that have brought annihilation to Night City?

At this moment, he wished that the young master in the night city below would leave as soon as possible.

Please, please don't let anything happen.

However, he quickly remembered that there were three powerful beings inside the Corpse-Raising Tomb, and immediately said, "Senior, if your junior enters that Corpse-Raising Tomb, make sure he leaves quickly and doesn't cause any damage!"

Upon hearing this, Gui Tu and the others were stunned, and then their scalps tingled.

"That's right, there are three corpses in the Corpse-Raising Tomb. According to research, they may be ancient corpses left over from ancient times!"

It is said that the Night King brought it out from a secret realm deep within the ruins of gods and demons, intending to take it back to the underworld capital of the Dark Night Kingdom, but before he could, he placed it in the Corpse-Raising Tomb for preservation…”

An old man wearing a brocade robe, with a goatee, a pointed mouth, and monkey-like cheeks spoke quickly.

A look of terror appeared on his gaunt face. "The dense death aura in the Corpse-Raising Grave all comes from those three corpses. It was those three corpses that allowed us to nurture many powerful corpse cultivators."

"If your junior were to damage the crystal coffins of those three ancient corpses, it would surely bring about an unimaginable catastrophe!"

The old man in the brocade robe's words caused the middle-aged man in the plain robe to freeze in surprise.

Immediately, he focused his powerful divine sense on the corpse-raising grave below and began to investigate carefully.

He quickly frowned slightly.

"Master, what's the situation? Should we make a move?"

The woman in black asked in a low voice.

The middle-aged man in the plain robe shook his head. "Take another look. There seems to be something strange about that kid too."