The Scheme of the Glass Lord

The First Elder paused his steps and looked at the Holy Lord in confusion.

"Give it to them."

The monstrous anger in the Liuli Holy Lord's tone had already subsided, replaced by a bottomless coldness and calculation.

"Holy Lord, the Netherworld Palace has wild ambitions..."

Cold light flowed in the Liuli Holy Lord's eyes. His fingertips unconsciously tapped the armrest of the throne, making a rhythmic, soft sound, as if he were weighing the pros and cons.

"Those rats from the Netherworld Palace are certainly hateful. But right now, the hidden danger behind Battle Asura and his group is the real threat to our hearts and minds!"

His voice was deep, carrying a trace of decisiveness.

"Since we have already torn all pretense and offended them, we must spare no cost to completely uncover their backgrounds! Let us see exactly what methods that mysterious person possesses!"

He looked at the First Elder, the sharp light in his eyes pressing forward like a blade. "As for the Netherworld Palace... Hmph, they dare to extort this seat today. In the future, I will definitely make them spit it back out, with double the interest!"

"Tell the Netherworld Palace," the Liuli Holy Lord said coldly, "the three holy weapons can be given."

The First Elder revealed a look of shock but did not dare to interrupt.

"However," the Liuli Holy Lord changed the subject, his tone resolute and decisive, "there is one condition. For the next assassination, the Netherworld Palace must deploy a true Saint! This seat wants to see the result of a Saint making a move!"

An icy glint flickered in his eyes. "The methods of these people are astonishing. Even the fall of a peak Quasi-Saint this time failed to force out their trump cards... It seems that only with a Saint personally arriving can we test their depth! These three holy weapons are not compensation, but the payment to buy the action of a Saint from the Netherworld Palace!"

Hearing this, a sharp light flashed in the First Elder's eyes. His mind suddenly cleared, and he couldn't help but secretly praise the Holy Lord's profound foresight.

The Holy Lord's move was clearly a brilliant plan to kill three birds with one stone.

It not only temporarily stabilized the Netherworld Palace, avoiding a direct conflict with them, but also used heavy profits to drive them to send a true Saint to test the depth of Battle Asura and the other three.

Regardless of whether the Netherworld Palace succeeded or failed this time, the Liuli Holy Land could stay out of the matter and watch the tigers fight from a distance.

If the Netherworld Palace succeeded, it would naturally eliminate a major hidden danger. If they failed, the Holy Land could use this chance to peek at the opponent's trump cards, and perhaps even further weaken the Netherworld Palace's strength.

Figuring this out, the First Elder submitted wholeheartedly. He bowed and replied, "The Holy Lord is wise! Your subordinate understands. I will go negotiate with the Netherworld Palace right now and will definitely handle this matter well!"

"Mhm."

The Liuli Holy Lord nodded slightly, the rhythm of his fingertips tapping the throne remaining steady.

"Remember, put on a full show. You must let the Netherworld Palace feel our Holy Land's sincerity, but also make them understand that this is their last chance to salvage their reputation. If they fail again... their credibility in the Eastern Region will be completely wiped out."

"Your subordinate will keep this in mind!"

The First Elder replied solemnly. He then exchanged a glance with the other core elders in the hall. Everyone understood tacitly, bowing together and withdrawing.

The heavy doors of the hall slowly closed, completely isolating the light and noise of the outside world.

Within the empty and cold main hall, only the Liuli Holy Lord remained, sitting alone on the throne.

The unfathomable look of calculation on his face did not dissipate with the departure of the crowd; instead, it appeared even more profound in the silence.

He did not stand up. His gaze seemed to pierce through the palace, looking toward an unknowable distance.

After a long time, he spoke lightly to the thickest patch of shadow beside him. His voice was not loud, but it pierced the heart: "Elder Ying."

As his voice fell, the supposedly still shadow behind his throne suddenly rippled gently like water.

A blurred figure quietly emerged from the darkness, silent and soundless, as if he had always been one with the shadows.

This person was entirely shrouded in a peculiar shadow mist, his aura completely concealed. Unless he revealed himself, even a Saint of the same realm would likely find it difficult to detect his presence.

However, the unfathomable, abyss-like pressure forged through the passage of time silently proclaimed his terrifying cultivation at the peak of the Saint Realm!

"Holy Lord."

The figure known as Elder Ying bowed slightly. His voice was hoarse and low, like ripples echoing from a thousand-year-old ancient well.

"You heard everything discussed in the hall just now."

The Liuli Holy Lord kept his gaze forward, his tone flat and emotionless.

"This old servant heard it."

Elder Ying's response was concise and respectful.

"Those rats from the Netherworld Palace are insatiably greedy and cannot be fully trusted. They might send a Saint as agreed, but they won't necessarily go all out. They might even feign compliance while secretly acting otherwise, just going through the motions."

A cold light flashed in the Liuli Holy Lord's eyes, and his tone turned icy. "What I want is not a mere probe, but a foolproof death trap that will absolutely force out all their trump cards!"

He slowly turned his head, his gaze landing on Elder Ying with almost physical weight. "You will make a trip personally. Disguise yourself as an assassin of the Netherworld Palace and wait for an opportunity to strike.

"Remember, your primary objective is to kill them. These individuals possess bizarre potential; leaving them alive will lead to endless trouble! If you cannot kill them, you must spare no cost to force out all their life-saving measures and the Dao Protector who might be backing them!"

"This old servant understands."

Elder Ying's voice remained devoid of any fluctuation, as if the mission he just accepted was nothing more than a trivial matter.

"I will not fail the Holy Lord's trust."

"Go. Act cautiously. Your identity must never be exposed."

"Yes."

Elder Ying's figure swayed slightly and, as if melting, silently merged back into the shadows, as though he had never been there.

Indeed, anyone who could ascend to the position of a Holy Land's master and control the fates of billions of living beings was invariably someone with a mind as deep as the sea and methods that were both ruthless and decisive.

Inside the grand hall, only the Liuli Holy Lord remained, accompanied by the seemingly eternal coldness and silence.

He slowly leaned back into his throne, a cold and profound arc curving at the corner of his mouth, and whispered, "I'd like to see just how many more backup plans a few brats in the Celestial Realm could possibly have.

"With the sharp blade of the Netherworld Palace in the open, and the poisonous sting of Elder Ying dispatched by me in the dark... this show is becoming more and more interesting."

"As for that mysterious powerhouse behind them..."

A trace of solemnity flashed across the Liuli Holy Lord's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a look of arrogance.

"My Liuli Holy Land has an inheritance spanning eons. How could outsiders possibly fathom the true depths of our foundation? Even if his cultivation reaches the heavens, if he wishes to shake the foundation of my Holy Land, he will have to weigh whether he can withstand the thunderous wrath of my Liuli Holy Land!"

Three chapters today.