Seeing the young man in white robe, a wry smile of helplessness couldn't help but appear on Old Master Mo's face.

This demon, though having transformed into human form, had Demon Energy soaring to the skies, and its strength was far beyond what he could contend with; even if he wanted to exhaust all means, to buy some time for Zhao Letian, he probably wouldn't be able to do so.

"Your Excellency is, after all, a powerful Demon Lord, a super-strong presence that dominates the Demon Clan. Why bother stooping to the level of confronting a mere Martial Artist from the True Martial Realm?"

Old Master Mo did not resort to violence but forced a smile, speaking in as calm a voice as possible.

He knew very well that if he took action, the Demon Lord could easily annihilate him with a flick of his wrist, making it completely meaningless. It was better to show weakness voluntarily and find a way to gain some time for Zhao Letian.

"You think you can delay me? Very well, I'll give you a chance and chat with you idly for a moment, but you don't really think that with the little time you've bought, that boy can escape from my hands, right? You should know how terrifying the methods of a Monarch Level Expert are. In my eyes, he is already a dead man, with no avenue of escape."

The young man in white robe replied disdainfully, hands clasped behind his back.

"You haven't answered my question. Can you tell me why you insist on making trouble for a mere Martial Artist of the True Martial Realm?"

Old Master Mo asked with a firm voice.

"Do I need a reason? As a proud Demon Lord, am I not allowed to kill a True Martial Realm ant? You surely don't think that I have to abide by the rules of your Human Clan world, do you? The rule that strong beings should not wantonly slaughter the weak is nothing but a joke. Our Demon Clan has never cared for such things."

The young man in white robe said with a cold laugh.

"Don't care for it? Heh, you think I'm unaware of the situation within the Demon Clan? Let's not talk about lower demons, but for someone like you, who has transformed into human form, there isn't much difference between you and us humans. Within the Demon Clan, there are also various families and powers, and the rules are not much different from those of the Human Clan. You think that you can slaughter the True Martial Realm Martial Artist from the Human Clan anytime simply because you believe his backing is not as strong as yours, right?"

Old Master Mo replied with an equally cold laugh.

"It seems that you, youngster, do have some insight. However, what if you're right? My power, even among the Demon Lords, is extraordinary, far surpassing my peers. As for the Martial Artists of the same rank from the Human Clan, they are not worth comparing with me. Unless that kid is the offspring of the Sky Dome Martial Emperor, I see no reason not to kill him, do I?"

The young man in white robe said unconcernedly.

"Heh, I thought you were fearless and would dare to kill anyone. It turns out even you have your concerns. To tell you the truth, although the youngster you want to kill is not an offspring of the Sky Dome Martial Emperor, his value to the Sky Dome Martial Emperor may well rival that of an offspring."

Old Master Mo said with a corner of his mouth twitching upward.

"Oh? In that case, I'm starting to get a bit curious about who that kid really is."

The young man in white robe said with a teasing smile.

"I think you must have heard about the Imperial Secret Realm; this is common knowledge among the three great dynasties, not a secret."

Old Master Mo said solemnly.

"Indeed, I have heard about it, but what does that have to do with the boy's identity? You're not suggesting that the boy is going to represent the Sky Dome Dynasty to enter the Imperial Secret Realm, are you?"

The young man in white robe nodded, then his eyes lit up as he spoke.

"You guessed right. He is indeed one of the True Martial Realm prodigy representatives for the Sky Dome Dynasty."

Old Master Mo said seriously.

"Is that his only identity? As far as I know, the Sky Dome Dynasty, along with the Four Great Kingdoms beneath it, will send a total of sixty True Martial Realm prodigy representatives to enter the Imperial Secret Realm. If I kill one or two of them, the Sky Dome Martial Emperor won't personally come to settle the score with me, will he?"

The white-robed youth sneered in disdain.

Such status was not enough for him to hold any reservations.

"It's not just that. He's not simply any regular True Martial Realm prodigy representative. I'm certain that in this expedition to the Imperial Secret Realm, he will definitely rank within the top ten in the Sky Dome Dynasty. Do you think such a talent wouldn't capture the attention of the Sky Dome Martial Emperor? Besides, apart from representing the Sky Dome Dynasty, this young man has two Monarch Level Experts backing him. If you were to kill him, those two Monarch Level Experts would never let you off."

Old Mo stared at the white-robed youth as he spoke.

Zhao Letian was the representative prodigy of the True Martial Realm from the Gray Wolf Kingdom; naturally, he had the support of the Gray Wolf Monarch, Murong Shengxiong, as well as the backing of the headmaster of the Holy Spirit Academy.

"Ranking in the top ten? Two Monarch Level Experts? Tsk tsk, it seems this lad is truly extraordinary. Too bad, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. What I love the most is to kill human talents. The more talented they are, the more it arouses my murderous desires. Therefore, this young man today is doomed to die. As for you, don't think that with just a wisp of Divine Soul Power here, I can't do anything to you. The methods of a Monarch Level Expert are far beyond your imagination. Dare to block my way, and you too shall die!"

The white-robed youth curved his lips in a wicked cold smile and, upon saying this, flicked his hand to shoot out a strange green thread of light. Its speed was so fast that it left one no chance to react, penetrating directly into the center of Old Mo's forehead.

Witnessing this scene, Old Mo's heart trembled, and his face drastically changed color.

Originally, he thought that the Demon Lord could only destroy this wisp of his Divine Soul Power.

Unexpectedly, that strand of green light made him feel the threat of death.

What was worse, the speed of the green thread was simply too fast; he had no chance to resist whatsoever and was struck immediately.

"What's going on? How come I'm not dead?"

Old Mo thought that, after being hit by the green thread, this wisp of Divine Soul Power would immediately dissipate into nothing. However, to his surprise, he had merely lost the ability to move, and his body was now controlled by the other party.

"Hehe, I told you, today you are bound to die. Did you think I would just destroy this mere wisp of Divine Soul Power?"

The white-robed youth's mouth revealed a sinister cold smile.

"Could it be that he can attack my true body right here?"

Old Mo was immediately struck with terror.

Meanwhile, countless miles away in the Gray Wolf Kingdom, deep within the Holy Spirit Academy.

Old Mo's true body was in seclusion inside a chamber.

The headmaster of the Holy Spirit Academy, who had just advanced to the Monarch Level, was dressed in white robes, exuding an immortal-like aura, sitting outside the chamber, drinking to himself.

"What a strong Demon Energy!"

The headmaster suddenly stood up, his face full of shock as he looked toward the chamber where Old Mo was in seclusion. He smashed the chamber doors with one palm.

Glancing inside, there was a strange green thread of light, seemingly crossing the distances of space, emerging out of thin air above Old Mo's head, aiming directly for the center of Old Mo's true body's forehead.

"How dare you!"

The headmaster was both shocked and angry, and with a bellow, he hurled a sharp sword beam with his hand, fiercely slashing at the strange green thread.