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In an elegant, independent small courtyard located deep inside the Empire Of Light Palace, an old man around seventy years old was currently studying an ancient book in his hands.

Just as the old man was completely focused, the door to the courtyard was suddenly pushed open, and Mohammed The Tenth, the current emperor of Empire Of Light, walked in with an extremely respectful expression.

The moment he walked into the old man's side, the Mohammed The Tenth did not dare to disturb the old man. Instead, he waited for the old man to finish reading the ancient scripture in his hand.

"Yeah, Rick, if you have something to say, just say it." The elder said as he gently placed the book cover, which had turned dark yellow, on the table.

"Old Ancestor, tomorrow will be the day of the semi-finals of the Four Great Academies, according to the rankings, our Academy Of Light and Academy Of Light will each take up two places, I am not very worried about George's strength, but the opposing side has a participant called Ye Guhsing who gives me a bad premonition, I'm afraid that this competition will turn out to be unexpected, this time the Cangming Academy has placed more than two hundred million Purple Gold Coin s worth of bets on Ye Guhsing, and I have also adjusted Ye Guhsing's payout to ten to twenty, if by any chance the opponent wins, our Empire Of Light will not be able to recover any energy within ten years." Mohammed The Tenth said worriedly.

Even though he was filled with confidence in the strength of his own son George, as he neared the finals, the ominous feeling he had earlier grew even more intense. In addition, if he really lost this time, he would have to lose at least four billion Purple Gold Coin s, which would completely empty the treasury of Empire Of Light. He would even use the money in the reserve treasury.

"So many?" After the old man heard what the Mohammed The Tenth had said, he frowned and muttered to himself, and very quickly, he spoke again: "Rick, I already promised you that I would appear at the competition grounds, if the other party still retains his strength, I will make a move from the shadows, and I think that Ji Wujiu might want to make a move, but I am afraid that it will be very difficult for him to do so."

"Thank you Ancestor, but Rick bravely asked for an item for George. With that item, even if George did not have a 100% chance of winning the finals, he would at least have a 95% chance of success." Mohammed The Tenth said respectfully.

"You want to borrow my mount?" The old man glanced at Mohammed The Tenth, and it was this seemingly ordinary look that caused Mohammed to break out in cold sweat.

"Ancestor, Rick knows that this is not respectful towards you, but this competition is related to my Empire Of Light's future development. If I win, I will have even more funds to build an army, and at that time, whether it be the Capital of Freedom, Oss Empire or even more powerful Star-Moon Empire, we will all be able to beat them without being able to fight back. Through the development of generations of our ancestors, in Rick's generation, he wanted to establish a land for the Empire, and let the banner of the Empire and the banner of our Radiant Sacred Sect be inserted all over the entire Mystic Moon Continent. " Although he was afraid, Mohammed The Tenth still voiced out his ambition.

"Hahaha, Rick, I know that you have big ambitions since the day you ascended to become the next Emperor of our Empire Of Light, but this old man never thought that your ambitions would be this big, and that you would want to rule over the entire Mystic Moon Continent. Although your thoughts are great, you have underestimated the other nations of the Mystic Moon Continent, especially the Star-Moon Empire, an empire that had existed for more than a thousand years, it was not so easy for you to occupy them. As for ruling over the entire Mystic Moon Continent, you must still give up on this idea. " Laughing, the elder spoke with a serious look on his face.

Hearing the old man's words, Mohammed The Tenth's eyes revealed a trace of unwillingness. In his opinion, his own Mohammed Clan was already this strong, so why couldn't he rule the entire Mystic Moon Continent?

The old man seemed to have noticed the unwillingness in Mohammed The Tenth's eyes, and coldly snorted: "Hmph, Rick, I know you're unreconciled, but I can tell you this. Hurry up and take back this idea of yours, otherwise you will be annihilated by our Mohammed Clan. If you don't believe me, you can think about our previous generation of Empire Of Light, the Pisa Dynasty. In terms of strength, they are many times stronger than us, experts, they have at least two Venerable Expert s in charge, the moment he started his war against other nations, within one month, including the two Venerable Expert s in his dynasty, they all died horribly. Do you think our Empire Of Light can compare to the strength of the Pisa Dynasty back then? "

Hearing the old man's words, Mohammed The Tenth couldn't help but shiver. He had heard about the Pisa Dynasty since young, and their Empire Of Light was built on the foundation of the Pisa Dynasty's destruction.

"Thank you for your advice, ancestor. Rick will never dare to have such arrogant thoughts again!" Mohammed Jacques said with a face full of lingering fear.

After all, the absolute strength of our Mohammed Clan is not enough. If there are five or more experts in the Heaven Climbing Ranking who are able to support my Empire Of Light, then you can go and do whatever you want with it. But right now, forget about five, even if there isn't a single one, isn't that equivalent to courting death? As for you, you need to borrow my mount for George. After that, you can have George come here and find me himself, I will teach him some methods to control his mount, so that he can gain a powerful helping hand during the competition. " The old man had a pleased smile on his face as he waved his hand.

"Yes, many thanks Ancestor, I will go back to inform George to come over now." Mohammed The Tenth bowed to the old man respectfully, then slowly left the small courtyard.

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Mystic Moon Continent's northern border's Corpse Controling Sect's sect encampment.

"Sect Master, our disciples have failed. Please punish them." The two similarly dressed middle-aged men knelt on the ground dejectedly and apologized to the fifty year old man sitting on the stage.

"Why are there only two of you, Tung?" The middle-aged man sitting on the stage indifferently glanced at the two kneeling on the ground and said.

"Sect Master, the First Senior Brother has already been killed. This time we are back to report." A middle-aged man who was kneeling on the ground said with his entire body trembling.

"Killed him?" The middle-aged man sitting on the stage revealed a surprised expression, and then shouted angrily: "Who killed him? Tengg has at least the strength of a late stage Fifth Level Of Innate Stage. Adding his battle zombie into the mix, most people with strength at the early stage of Sixth Level Of Innate Stage would find it difficult to kill him even if they wanted to.

I'm sorry Sect Master, we don't know who killed First Senior Brother but when we received the signal, we immediately rushed over, but when we rushed over, the entire head of First Senior Brother was smashed into pieces, and we, Singh and I, were using the battle Qi and traces, I think that the person who killed First Senior Brother must be a late stage Sixth Level Of Innate Stage expert. The middle-aged man who was kneeling on the ground trembled as he spoke.

It's not enough to kill my Corpse Controling Sect's Golden-Purple Flying Corpse, you actually dared to kill my core disciples. Very good, very good, without taking revenge, how can my Corpse Controling Sect survive in the Mystic Moon Continent, if those arrogant fellows from Cold Ice Palace knew, wouldn't it make us die from laughter? " After he finished venting his anger, he turned to the two core disciples who were kneeling on the ground and said: "Get up. Although the two of you are guilty of running away before the battle, but this time, the enemy's strength is too strong, I will not punish you. Go down, I will take care of the rest."

The two people who were kneeling on the ground thought that they would be punished by the sect, but they never expected that Sect Master would forgive them so easily. Instantly, they stood up from the ground in pleasant surprise, and then respectfully said to the middle-aged man on the stage: "Many thanks to Sect Master for not killing us." After speaking, the two of them quickly left the great hall.

After the two of them left, the Sect Master of the Corpse Controling Sect immediately pressed a black button on the side of his chair, and a pitch black tunnel appeared under the chair. The middle-aged man didn't look depressed at all, and with a slight bow, she entered the pitch black tunnel. When the middle-aged man had completely entered the passage, the door of the passage slowly closed again.

After walking along the pitch-black tunnel for about thirty meters, the Sect Master arrived at a huge secret room. Inside the room were two huge bronze horned purple-gold coffins. An old man with a pale face sat opposite the coffin.

"Musson, what are you doing in here?" What happened to the sect? " The moment the middle-aged man entered, the old man suddenly opened his eyes and said.

"Father, something has happened. Mu Erta's Golden-Purple Flying Corpse has been destroyed." The middle-aged man called Mousin answered.

"What's going on? Wasn't Mu Erta a member of the Violet Vine Academy that had gone to participate in the Four Great Academies' battle for supremacy? Which one of those little kids participating in the competition has the ability to destroy his Golden-Purple Flying Corpse? " The old man frowned and said.2

"It's the people from the Cangming Academy, and after the incident, I sent Tengg to capture the person who destroyed Mu Erta's Golden-Purple Flying Corpse and bring him back to interrogate him, but who would have known that Tengger had also left and died a miserable death in the Empire Of Light. Father, Tengger is a late stage expert of the Fifth Level Of Innate Stage, adding in the fact that he is a zombie, even an expert of the Sixth Level Of Innate Stage might not be able to kill him. Mousin said angrily.

"Bloodthirsty Berserk Sword Ji Wujiu?" The old man muttered to himself.

"That's right, it's this Ji Wujiu!" Munson replied.

"Good, very good, Ji Wujiu has such big guts!" The old man growled in anger.

"Father, it's not only that, back then during the competition, Ji Wujiu's students even spoke nonsense after destroying Mu Erta's Golden-Purple Flying Corpse, scolding all of us at Corpse Controling Sect as neither human nor ghost. As long as they dared to look for him, one after another, they would kill him. Mousin added oil to the fire as he continued to bewitch them.

"Impudent, truly preposterous, he, Ji Wujiu, ate the guts of a leopard, to actually dare to slander my Corpse Controling Sect in such a manner. Mu Sen, where is Ji Wujiu now? This old man will personally meet him. "

"Father, according to the information sent back by the disciples, Ji Wujiu is currently bringing the disciples under him to Holy Light City to participate in the battle of hegemony against the four great academies."

"Haha, okay, since he's at Holy Light City, this old man will go and meet him. Let's see who exactly he's going to kill, Ji Wujiu's strength is also not bad, killing him will allow me to refine another Golden-Purple Flying Corpse for Mu Erta." The old man said with a sinister smile. After he finished speaking, he opened the purple gold coffin in front of him and called out a Golden-Purple Flying Corpse.

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