While Ling Hao and others were on their way, the headquarters of the Dark Territory Temple.
In one of the medieval-style castle halls, several men and women were sitting upright, having a daily meeting.
The man sitting at the head wearing a skull mask is the Lord of the Dark Territory Temple, the God of Death!
Among the other people in the group, apart from several deputy hall masters of the Dark Territory Temple, were several elders from the Dark Pavilion.
"Sir Phil, has there been any new information coming from Daxia recently?" Death looked at a man on the left and asked in a deep voice.
"Reply to the Palace Master, not yet!" The deputy palace master named Phil shook his head and seemed to remember something, and continued to speak.
"According to the news coming back from the capital of Daxia, representatives from their ancient martial arts circles went to the capital two days ago. They should have gone there for the heir to the national destiny."
"Really?" Death said calmly, "Do you know the result?"
"There is no result yet. The answer given by Daxia Palace is that it needs time to consider." Phil responded.
What happened just two days ago, the Dark Territory Temple knew about it so quickly, and the information spread really fast!
It's no wonder that Ling Hao wants to attack various yamen. With so many thieves with different intentions gathered in the hinterland of the capital, chaos will break out sooner or later!
"Lord Hall Master, do you think they will finally agree?" Phil continued to ask.
"Haha, don't worry, they will definitely agree!" Death smiled coldly.
After finishing speaking, he looked at the other party and said, "Continue to keep an eye on this matter and report any progress at any time!"
"Copy that!" Phil nodded in response.
"Your Majesty, Palace Master, it is said that the Western King of Great Xia killed twenty emperor-level warriors in Snow Eagle Kingdom more than a month ago. Is this true?" At this time, a female deputy palace master asked.
"Yeah!" The God of Death nodded slightly. "According to reliable sources, he broke through three levels in a row, directly from the Half-Step War Emperor to the Great War Emperor!"
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Hearing this, he was surprised at the same time.
Every time he reaches the imperial level, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky. He actually broke through three levels in a row!
How terrifying?!
"Master of the Palace, King Xi's growth rate is really terrifying. If he is allowed to grow like this, it will always be a big disaster!" the woman continued.
"Besides, the last time he came to the Dark World, he caused us so much loss. Should we just let it go?"
"Haha, how could he just forget about it!" The God of Death snorted coldly. "If the people from the guardian world hadn't intervened last time, how could he have left the dark world safely!"
"Lord Hall Master, what does the guardian realm mean? I feel like many people want to protect Daxia?" Another person asked.
"That was before!" A stern look flashed through the eyes of the God of Death before he looked at the woman again. "Lord Ellie, what's going on at Rakshasa Hall recently?"
"Reporting to the Palace Master, apart from occasional conflicts with other forces, the Rakshasa Hall has not done much else recently," the woman responded.
"You arrange it, and within three days, the Dark Territory Temple will attack the Rakshasa Hall!" The God of Death continued to explain.
"Huh?" The woman was slightly stunned.
"Master Hall Master, didn't you promise to protect the world last time not to take action against Rakshasa Hall within half a year? If you take action now, will they?"
"You don't have to worry about it, just do it!" Death interrupted her.
"Yes!" The woman nodded solemnly.
"The goal this time is to capture White Tiger and Blood Rakshasa alive!" Death spoke again.
"Master of the Palace, do you want to lure Commander Ling to the dark world?" Phil asked with his eyes widened.
"Well!" The God of Death narrowed his eyes and nodded, "This time, as long as he dares to come, don't even think about going back!"
"Understood!" Several others nodded at the same time.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
At this moment, a rush of footsteps sounded, and then an elder from the Dark Territory Temple walked in quickly.
"Why are you so panicked?" Death asked in a deep voice.
"Master of the Hall, according to the news from the brothers outside, nearly two thousand people from the Rakshasa Hall are coming to our side!" the old man said slightly hastily.
"What?!" Except for the God of Death, everyone else shouted at the same time.
"Is Rakshasa Hall seeking death?" the woman said angrily after a brief pause.
"We haven't even gone to find them yet, but they came to our door automatically. They are really a bunch of people who don't know how to live or die!"
After finishing his words, he turned to look at the God of Death, "Master of the Palace, I will lead people to capture the White Tiger and the Blood Rakshasa!"
"Do you know who is leading the team?" The God of Death did not answer the woman's words, frowned slightly and looked at the old man and asked.
"According to the people below, in addition to White Tiger and Blood Rakshasa, there are about ten other men and women in the group headed by them. The people below do not know them," the old man responded.
"Go and implement it immediately and see if there is the Western King of Great Xia among the leaders!" A stern look flashed in the eyes of the God of Death.
"Copy that!" The old man was stunned for a moment before turning and leaving.
"My Lord, do you suspect that West King Lingshuai has come to the Dark World?" Phil looked at the God of Death and asked.
"Nine times out of ten!" The God of Death responded coldly, "Otherwise, it would be impossible for the people from Rakshasa Hall to come to die on their own initiative!"
After finishing speaking, he looked at an old man and said, "Inform all deputy palace masters and elders of the dark pavilion to return to the headquarters!"
"Copy that!" The old man nodded and got up and walked to the door.
"Okay, that's it for today's meeting, let's adjourn!" The God of Death then looked at the others and stood up to speak.
"Go on, everyone, please brace yourself and be on alert!"
"If this time it is really Xi Wang Lingshuai who leads the team, let him stay in this dark world forever today!"
"Copy that!" everyone responded in unison.
Two hours later.
Ling Hao led everyone to an empty wasteland in the dark world.
The wasteland is surrounded by mountains on three sides, surrounded by towering trees and strange-shaped rocks. The roars of beasts can be vaguely heard in the surrounding forests.
"Brother, ahead is the home of the Dark Territory Temple!" Bai Hu raised his hand and pointed to a huge old castle manor a few kilometers away and said.
"Yeah!" Ling Hao nodded slightly and looked over.
The manor is built on the mountain and occupies a vast area. It is initially estimated that the area is at least two to three hundred thousand square meters. It is said to be a manor, but more like a small town.
In the manor, there are hundreds of castles of various sizes and some bungalows.
Surrounding the manor, there are towering walls, and watchtowers tens of meters high are built at regular intervals, with figures flashing in the watchtower.
Not only that, there are also seven or eight watchtowers built in the forest around the wasteland. The people inside were aware of it as soon as Ling Hao and others appeared here.
"This is the headquarters of the Dark Territory Temple. It's huge enough!" Zhuihun couldn't help but ventured.
"Being able to rule the entire dark world should not be underestimated!" Lu Yue responded lightly.
"Brother, do you want to get rid of the people in the watchtower first?" Xuanwu glanced around and then looked at Ling Hao and asked.
"No need!" Ling Hao shook his head, "Let's go and meet them!"
After finishing speaking, he led everyone towards the manor.