Chapter 5107
Eighth Palace!
Huo Zhao, Huo Jingjing and Huo Feng were in the hall, and all three of them looked extremely ugly!
Especially Huo Feng, his face was full of fear and tension!
On the main seat of the Eighth Hall, a monk who looked very young was sitting there, holding a teacup in his hand and drinking tea gently!
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This person is the Seventh Palace Master who came from the Third Heaven.
Huo Zhao and the other two looked at the Seventh Palace Master with great fear!
“Palace Master Huo, you don’t have to be afraid. I just came to take a look. I heard that you betrayed the temple, so the Fourth Palace Master notified me to come and take a look!”
“I am also very curious, who on earth could make you resolutely betray the temple?”
The Seventh Palace Master asked indifferently!
“If we don’t betray the temple, we have no way to survive. For peripheral forces like you and me, the resources we get are getting less and less.”
“And we are not allowed to marry and practice dual cultivation with other races. This is self-contained. Sooner or later, our temple and even the entire God Clan will fall into desolation!”
Huo Zhao said to the Seventh Palace Master!
“presumptuous……”
The Seventh Palace Master frowned and waved his hand lightly, and Huo Zhao flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground!
Just at this moment, Huo Zhao’s blood rushed to his head and he almost rolled his eyes!
The Seventh Palace Master has reached the peak of the Immortal Realm and is not something Huo Zhao can handle at all!
“Father……”
Huo Jingjing and Huo Feng hurried forward and helped Huo Zhao up!
Huo Jingjing looked at her father Huo Zhao spitting blood, and her eyes instantly ignited with red anger.
She suddenly drew her sword from its sheath, the blade vibrating with spiritual energy, and pointed it at the Seventh Palace Master who was sitting high on the throne. Her voice trembled with anger: “Seventh Palace Master! How dare you hurt my father! Disciples of the Eighth Palace, listen to my order. Even if you risk your life today, you must make him pay for what he did!”
Before he finished speaking, dozens of cultivators in the Eighth Hall responded with a roar, and spiritual blades and magic weapons were sacrificed together. The fluctuations of spiritual energy gathered into a scorching wave, rolling towards the chairman of the Seventh Hall.
Huo Feng’s face turned pale, but he gritted his teeth, clenched the weapon in his hand, and stood in front of Huo Zhao.
The Seventh Palace Master put down his teacup, a hint of cold disdain appearing at the corner of his mouth.
He didn’t even stand up. He just casually pointed his fingertips, and a stream of golden energy that was as solid as a substance suddenly burst out and crashed into the oncoming crowd like a torrent of wind and rain.
“An ant trying to shake a tree.”
He smiled faintly, and wherever his aura passed, the monks of the Eight Halls flew backwards like kites with broken strings, their magic weapons shattered, blood splattered, and they instantly fell all over the hall.
“Jingjing! Stop it!”
Huo Zhao struggled to get up and grabbed his daughter, “He is at the peak of the Sanxian realm. We… are no match for him at all!”
Huo Jingjing shook off her father’s hand, her hair disheveled and her eyes full of resentment: “Are we just going to watch him bully us?”
The Seventh Palace Master slowly stood up, his eyes swept through the crowd like a knife, his tone was filled with biting sarcasm: “A group of ants dare to talk about betrayal? Eighth Palace Master, the Kai you mentioned is the reason you dare to be an enemy of the Temple?”
He paused, and his voice suddenly rose, echoing in the hall, “Kai! If you don’t show up again, I will clean up the temple today and remove these eight halls from the list!”
“Seventh Palace Master, I told you that Kai is not here. Even if you really kill us, Kai will not be able to show up!”
Huo Zhao said to the Seventh Palace Master!
“Really? Since Kai is not here, I will kill you first.” The Seventh Palace Master smiled coldly: “After I kill you, I will go find Kai and see who he is!”
Just as he finished speaking, two hurried footsteps were heard outside the hall.
Kai held Mo Qingyun’s shoulders and walked slowly into the hall.
His face looked slightly pale, with a trace of blood still on the corner of his lips. It was obvious that his injuries had not healed yet, and the fluctuations of his internal aura were slightly disordered. His previous fight with a powerful man from the Third Heaven had greatly reduced his strength.