Weapon seller in the world of magic-Chapter 385 Mark’s New Conditions & Betrayal Of The Grand Mage

Lai Peng took a look at the list of new demands. Surprisingly, they didn't ask for his life. However, they were even more absurd.

The first demand is something similar to the last time. The lives of the elder and the other two disciples, who plotted against the deaths of Zi Ling's companions and Kunlun sect's elder.

The second demand is a handover of every treasure, including the guardian beast and their precious Eye of Talim.

And the final demand is the disbandment of the Wuji sect. All the disciples must join the Kunlun sect and swear their loyalty to the new Patriarch.

As for the elders, grand elders, and Patriarch Lei, they can join the Kunlun sect or they can leave for some other place they wish.

Mark also didn't forget to add a postscript (PS) that there is no negotiation here and failure to comply with even one of the conditions will lead to the death of every disciple belonging to Wuji Sect.

"Disbandment of the sect and giving away the eye of talim? There's no way I could accept such demands. I should escape this place and plan for revenge later," thought Lai Peng. He intended to make a fake promise and leave this place with a teleportation talisman he had in his storage card.

Even if the disciples died, as long as the sect isn't disbanded, he could still revive it and counterattack with the help of other sects. There's no lack of geniuses in the world anyways, well, atleast in his opinion.

However, he never expected that his enemies didn't let their guard down.

In what appeared to be perfect timing, just as he was about to speak about how he needed a bit of time to talk with the two grand elders, a large-scale translucent scarlet barrier appeared in the surroundings, imprisoning Mt. Wu and other locations. With Mt. Wu as a center and a 5-kilometer radius, the barrier indeed covered a vast amount of area.

And this took almost every disciple of the 5-circle and above belonging to the Kunlun sect.

As the both of them sensed the barrier and Lai Peng abruptly turn his head in some direction, Lan Ju then said, "If you planning to escape, then, it is too late, Lai Peng. And show even the slightest of resistance, I will take the action. Or you can try killing me, although the outcome will only become worse instead of getting better even if such a miracle happens.

This time, we will only give you ten breaths of time to make the decision. Say Yes or No."

After saying what he had to, Lan Ju shifted his attention to the surroundings as the dust was becoming thin at a rapid pace.

"I see… it's that man's job, huh." Lan Ju ignored Lai Peng and stared in a particular direction.

Soon, all the dust, smoke, and mildly harmful gaseous substances in the air were purified as all of them were sucked into some kind of black hole created by Grand Mage Wang Chin.

After clearing out the air, Wang Chin looked in the direction of Lan Ju and Lai Peng with a hardened expression, "Patriarch Lai, get away from there…" he shouted as he was about to cast a powerful magic spell.

Lan Ju raised his right eyebrow and raised his palm. As ether energy gathered at the top of his palm, he commented without addressing specifically anyone, "It appeared like some people never learn their lesson. Mercy is useless on such idiots."

Wang Chi's incantation only made it through halfway but Lan Ju has already finished conjuring a lightning spear, shocking the grand mage.

Just as he was about to throw it toward the grand mage of the Wuji sect, Lai Peng shouted, "I agree to your peaceful terms. Please don't kill anyone."

He then quickly turned his head and addressed the mage, "Grand Mage Wang, you too back down. We lost the war."

"Patriarch Lai…" Wang Chin raised his voice but as Lai Peng sharply stared at him, the grand mage put the staff on the ground.

Lan Ju nodded and threw the lightning spear toward the sky. It traveled for a few seconds and exploded, giving a signal to Mark to not attack for a while. It was what they discussed earlier.

Patriarch Lai Peng then looked back at the grand mage, "Tell Grand Elder Du that he is free from his punishment. Wuji Sect is going to cease to exist and merge with the Kunlun sect. I also want you to inform everyone to submit their treasures given by the sect so far."

"Including the staff of talim?" Wang Chin asked as he glanced at the exquisite staff in his hands.

"Everything," replied Lai Peng with a serious expression.

"Okay but I have a request. Can you please…" Wang Chin gestured for the patriarch to come near him.

Lai Peng asked Lan Ju's permission before walking toward the grand mage. The zheng didn't do anything as he was being confident to take action before they complete any unexpected move.

Little did either Lan Ju or Lai Peng expect that as soon as the patriarch reached the grand mage, the latter swiftly threw out an object that looked similar to that of an hourglass but in the size of a palm.

In that very instant, everything froze around Wang Chin, including Lan Ju. However, unlike others whose time was completely frozen, Lan Ju could see his surroundings. His eyes could move. "A treasure that controls the Time?"

Meanwhile, Wang Chin jumped high and swung down his arm which was covered in ether energy.

It was so sharp that Lai Peng's arm was cut off from his body and fell to the ground.

Wang Chin quickly grabbed it with his left hand and raised the staff with his right hand and unleashed a skill.

A circle with mystical drawings appeared below the frozen patriarch, releasing a concentrated beam of purple flames from underneath the target's foot.

Lan Ju saw the high intense flames consume the flesh and skeleton, leaving behind nothing but ash on the ground.

"The purple flames…" Lan Ju walked through his memory lane for a short while before he said, "I remember my late master telling me about this Azu clan of the plane of fire and ice. The clan members had the flames in purple color, often called the cursed flames or demonic flames… Just now, I sensed the demonic presence in yours. You are from the Azu clan, aren't you?"

Wang Chin raised his head and let out a smile.