The martial artists of the other races are truly despicable.

When the human army was around, they huddled like dogs in the distance, not daring to show their faces.

But once the humans had devoured all the meat of Mao Yao City, these parasites rushed in, as if eager to lick the bones.

After the humans departed, a circle of hair on Mo Kai's forehead turned instantly gray.

Even though he was a Ninth Grade, losing 45 years of life and being utterly exhausted made Mo Kai appear aged.

He paid no attention to the other races fighting over scraps but walked through the void to the peak where he often stood.

In the past, he would daydream there alone.

Mo Kai was proud from a young age, so he grew up lonely.

When he achieved success and fame, Mo Kai finally had a disciple, someone worth cultivating as a successor.

But the disciple was killed.

Mo Kai was heartbroken, and he came to this place to mourn.

Later, Mo Kai met Hong Guo.

He cared even more about this disciple than the first one.

But fortune was not on his side.

Before he could finish training Hong Guo, disaster struck.

"Disciple, your master has failed; truly failed this time!"

Mo Kai murmured to himself.

He didn't know where Hong Guo had gone, but the one thing he could be sure of was that Hong Guo wasn't dead.

"Huh, that stone has Hong Guo's aura... It's in demon script!"

Perhaps it was fate.

Mo Kai accidentally spotted a massive stone.

The stone had been blasted apart by human martial artists, and since there was nothing inside it, the humans discarded it.

But Mo Kai could make out the lingering marks on it.

They were in demon script.

In the entire wetland, besides Hong Guo, only Mo Kai could read it.

It was a letter Hong Guo had left for him:

...

"Master, the Blood Boiling Race stole my weapon and tried to kill me; I've been poisoned by spies, so I have to leave early.

"If fate allows, I will see you again, Master.

"Unbreakable Grandmaster, I will not return to the Eight Races Sacred Land!"

...

In just a few words, an immense amount of information was conveyed.

Mo Kai was shocked to his core.

So, Hong Guo left early because the Blood Boiling Race secretly plotted against him.

As expected, Fei Xiao was a beast.

To think I suggested Hong Guo lend him the iron rod, only for him to poison my disciple.

He must be jealous of my disciple's talent.

"It seems my disciple didn't have a good life in the Eight Races Sacred Land either."

Fei Xiao then analyzed Hong Guo's situation.

Unbreakable Grandmaster, not returning to the Sacred Land.

Perhaps Hong Guo has some enemies.

Indeed, the offspring of the Eight Races Sacred Land face even graver dangers.

"Disciple, wait for me, I will find you.

"Even if the Eight Races Sacred Land doesn't want you, I will restore your glory, wait for me!"

Mo Kai took a deep breath.

Then, he looked towards the Blood Boiling Race from afar.

Fei Xiao, I wasn't planning to deal with you yet, as it would take considerable effort.

But since you dared to harm my disciple, don't blame me for showing no restraint.

If the war is lost, I can rise again.

But if my disciple dies, Mo Kai truly can't bear it.

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Jiangwu City!

Su Yue also looked at the entrance to the wetlands, his expression somewhat absent-minded.

"Brother Mo Kai, you saw my message, didn't you?

"Don't worry.

"Also, help me deal with the Blood Boiling Race again; my iron rod can't go to waste like this."

Su Yue murmured in his heart.

That stone was indeed Su Yue's back-up plan; after all, others couldn't read demon script.

But who could have anticipated, humans managed to destroy Mao Yao City; that stone couldn't be preserved unless Su Yue secretly moved it, ensuring Mo Kai could see it.

Borrowing a knife to kill someone is one thing.

Also, Su Yue didn't want Mo Kai going to the Eight Races Sacred Land to find him.

Leave him some hope... and spend the rest of his life on the quest to find Hong Guo.

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