Yan Huailiu tightened his grip on Wen Yue and spoke hesitantly, "So... are you sure you want to kill it?"

As the interests of all the disciples of Xuanyue Palace were involved, Palace Master Murong finally hesitated.

Behind him are the restless monsters, and in front of him are the people waiting for answers.

Palace Master Murong held onto his last hope and said, "If it's just about suppressing it, how confident is Sect Master Yan?"

Yan Huailiu thought carefully before answering: "I can repair this formation. As for whether the monster will riot again in the later stage, I am not sure."

"It's strange. If it's really as you say, after being suppressed for so long, this monster should have lost its power long ago. How can it still have the energy to do this?"

Yan Huailiu turned around and looked at that place with a frown.

Palace Master Murong's face rarely showed a serious expression. He turned around and patted his son's shoulder: "Future heir of Xuanyue Palace, you must learn to deal with various difficulties. With your father protecting you for so many years, your path of cultivation has always been smooth."

"If you were to start all over again, would you have the confidence to once again stand at the top of your peers?"

Murong Xuanlang bowed respectfully to him and said, "Father, I have confidence that even if I have to do it again a hundred times, I will never let you down."

"Okay, okay, this is my son!" Palace Master Murong raised his voice.

Guessing his intention, the people beside him just sighed, and then their eyes became firm.

"Master Yan, if you have the chance, just kill it. If this thing riots again in the future, we may not be able to ask people like you for help."