I'm About to Die, Can't I Buff My Junior Sister's Strength?

329: Naturally, we have no choice but to comply; let’s kill them first.Mo Ya appeared as a young man, looking at most in his twenties. He wore a pale cyan robe. His black and gold hair was extremely thick; it was the kind of gold hair that only revealed a gilded sheen under the moonlight, and it was very long, floating behind him without touching the ground.

At the same time, his skin was incredibly flawless, like that of an infant, delicate enough to be broken by a touch, and resembling mutton-fat jade.

His chiseled, sharp-featured face showed no hint of effeminacy; instead, it exuded a refined and easygoing temperament.

He possessed none of the typical characteristics of a demon, appearing entirely identical to a human. If not for his pair of pupils—which lacked whites and contained only endless black and blazing white—perhaps no one within the Human Race’s territory would ever associate him with the Yao Race.

”This Servant Girl wishes Revered Master a successful acquisition of the demon sealing Legacy in advance!” the purple-clad woman, who had been fanning him, said with a gentle smile.

Upon hearing this, a warm smile appeared on Mo Ya’s face. He did not speak, but the confidence revealed between his brows said it all.

The blue-clad woman frowned slightly, feeling disdain for the purple-clad woman’s sycophancy.

”Oh, that’s right, Revered Master. News just arrived that Shen Nian has entered the Imperial Pass. Teng Xi, the Elder Princess of the Tengshe Clan, was captured alive by him. Ao Wei, the First Prince of the Azure Black Dragon Clan, and his guardian died within the Thousand Buddha Ruins; it is suspected that this is also related to Shen Nian. Sigh, should this Servant Girl go lure him out so Revered Master can slaughter him?”

”The Head of the Shen Family, the Human Emperor—this Servant Girl hasn’t tasted either of them yet...” the purple-clad woman said, a look of excitement appearing as she stuck out her long tongue to lick her lips.

”Hmph. Does such a trivial matter deserve my Revered Master’s personal attention?” the blue-clad woman sneered, then continued coldly: ”He is just a clown who dares to clamor within the Imperial Pass. Revered Master, give the order, and I will go behead him!”

The purple-clad woman pursed her lips, but knowing the blue-clad woman was indeed stronger than her, she didn’t say much. Instead, her expression shifted as she asked softly with a smile: ”What do you think, Revered Master?”

Mo Ya, who had been silently reading an ancient book, glanced lightly at the purple-clad woman and said: ”Forget it, he is just an ant...”

His tone revealed a touch of indifference, carrying a sense of the loneliness of the invincible, as if Shen Nian could not even pique his interest in the slightest.

The reason he came to the Heavenly Abyss was to wait for the opening of the Demon Sealing Sect’s most mysterious Ninth Mountain ruins. Having nothing to do, he decided to organize the Ten Thousand Demon Assembly. After all, Shen Nian’s previous act of slaughtering his way into the Heavenly Demon Realm had somewhat offended him. Although it wasn’t enough to enrage him, why not do it since it was convenient?

Although he didn’t care about the life or death of Demon Xiang Wu, he did care about the face of the Yao Race. Coupled with the demands from within his clan, he acted this way.

Otherwise, given his nature of viewing Human Race Prodigies as ants, he wouldn’t even bother to make a move, because he felt it was truly uninteresting to kill them...

The purple-clad woman immediately showed a look of disappointment and murmured: ”Is that so...”

”Hehe, what kind of figure is Revered Master? Is Shen Nian worthy of my Revered Master making a move?” the blue-clad woman mocked. Seeing the purple-clad woman get snubbed, she felt much better.

Just at this moment.

The blue-clad woman, who had been watching coldly from the side, frowned slightly and swept her gaze toward the front, seemingly very dissatisfied that someone had intruded and disturbed her Revered Master’s tranquility.

In the quiet bamboo forest in front of the waterfall, an aged figure stepped out and knelt on one knee, looking extremely respectful. He wore demon armor with divine patterns shifting under the moonlight, his white hair hung to his shoulders, and he emitted the aura of a Void Return Peak expert.