The Second Elder frowned and said, "That's indeed a solution. What if that Tang guy kills the Sect Master?"

"Zhidong's death was a worthy one, as he was able to preserve the vitality and foundation of our Sihai Sect and eliminate this formidable enemy."

The Great Elder said in a deep voice.

The second elder hesitated to speak.

He didn't know what was going on.

It was obvious that the Great Elder was ready to give up He Zhidong.

What he does has no meaning or effect.

But after thinking about it, he couldn't help but ask: "Is there anything else we can do?"

"We've contacted the Qingshan Sect and the Demonic Spirit Sect. They've both written an IOU of 100 billion to that Tang Zi. Now it seems this is all true. After dealing with our Sihai Sect, that Tang Zi will definitely go after them. I've figured out that this guy is simply insatiable. His greed will kill him. Let's unite with them and fight him together. Together with the Soul Palace, we can definitely kill him!"

There was murderous intent in the eyes of the Great Elder.

"The Demon Spirit Sect is good, but the Qingshan Sect may not ally with us. They have always considered themselves upright people."

The second elder was worried.

"Hmph, if he dares to refuse, after we finish dealing with that Tang guy, they'll end up like Xianyin Pavilion!"

The Great Elder said harshly.

The Second Elder took a breath and nodded: "Okay, then let's do as Senior Brother wishes."

On Baihua Island.

Tang Bao had no idea what the two supreme elders were planning. He was still thinking about making a big profit from He Zhidong.

This is a good opportunity to make a fortune.

Starting a company and doing business are never as quick as extortion and robbery.

Tang Bao is really addicted.

When he saw He Zhidong, it was like seeing a mountain of banknotes. He smiled broadly and said, "Mr. He, you are the most valuable person now. You are more valuable than the national treasure panda."

He Zhidong's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but say, "Mr. Tang, I think you'd better let me go."

"impossible."

Tang Bao flatly refused, but then he uttered, "What do you mean?"

He Zhidong smiled bitterly and said, "Do you think they can raise enough money to redeem me?"

"If you want to talk, just say it. If you want to fart, just fart. If you don't talk nicely, I'll cut off your tongue and make sure you can never talk again."

Tang Bao was vicious.

He Zhidong shrank his neck and said, "I suddenly have a premonition that they won't come to redeem me. Over 500 billion! Even if our Sihai Sect mobilized all its strength, it would be difficult to gather enough. Unless I come to raise the money myself, they would rather give up on me than destroy the foundation of the sect."

“That seems to be a problem!”

Tang Bao touched his chin, looking troubled. "It looks like they're planning to kill me."

"Yes, certainly, so—"

He Zhidong, hurry up.

Tang Bao interrupted him: "So, I should let you go? No way!"

After flatly denying it, he rolled his eyes again: "I'm not short of money anyway. It's just a few hundred billion. I don't want it. When the time comes, I will torture you to death. Then I will kill your Four Seas Gang. Sooner or later, I will slaughter your entire sect and leave no one alive!"

sweat……

The sky is clear and the wind is gentle.

The listeners were terrified.

A true master doesn't need to put on airs to scare others.

Strength is the best deterrent.

He Zhidong couldn't help but shiver again, his lips moved but no words came out.

Death is not scary to him, but he is really afraid of torture.

Tang Bao's methods are endless and his martial arts are unfathomable. He dare not imagine how he will be dealt with when the time comes.

Anyway, it must be very cruel.

He believed that Tang Bao could do it.

He had already made up his mind to die, but he couldn't do it now.

No one does not cherish his own life.

He Zhidong is now the leader of the Sihai Sect. He holds great power and controls a vast amount of resources. It is really unwilling to let him die.

Maybe, after three days, the elders will really raise money to redeem themselves?

He couldn't let go of this glimmer of hope in his heart.

Even though this hope is slim, it is still hope after all.

Tang Bao was too lazy to argue with He Zhidong and asked Cheng Yinyin, "Pavilion Master, is there any place here where we can hold him?"

Cheng Yinyin frowned and said, "There is a water dungeon on the island."

"Then put him in the water dungeon and soak him for three times."

Tang Bao.

"But--"

Cheng Yinyin was a little embarrassed.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

"The water prison is actually a legacy passed down from our ancestors. It's rarely used. I'm worried that with his martial arts skills, we might not be able to hold him."

Cheng Yinyin said.

Tang Bao slapped his head and said, "Hey, you reminded me. I'll seal his martial arts first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he teleported in front of He Zhidong.

Before the latter could react, Tang Bao had already poked his dantian hard with one finger.

Suddenly, he was like a deflated ball, his body swayed and he almost fell down.

He Zhidong's face was pale and he was sweating profusely.

In fact, he was not in pain at all.

He didn't feel any physical pain, but the mental pain and despair made him want to commit suicide immediately.

But I can’t commit suicide now.

Tang Bao's finger not only burst his dantian, but also seemed to drain all the strength from his body.

Biting tongue to commit suicide?

What a joke! That's all nonsense. Biting your tongue won't kill you, it will just make you mute and increase your pain.

"You, you, you, you ruined my martial arts?!"

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