What are these Anbu doing here? And why are they coming so openly? This kind of entrance is nothing like what you'd expect from Anbu!
Xiao Mingmu sat on the referee's bench, secretly pleased with himself, thinking to himself: Senior brother, everything is arranged.
Then look at the group of secret agents in the sky.
Those seven men leading the group, dressed entirely in black... let's just call them Black for convenience...
Then the seven black men who were leading the group landed on the ground, and the black coffin also landed on the ground along with them.
The black man who was leading the group of seven took a step forward, looked at everyone present expressionlessly, and then gave a cold smile.
He asked, "Is that Xiong Ao among you?"
His tone was so cold that it felt like falling into an ice cave.
He had a smile on his face, but seeing him smile made people's hearts tremble.
That smile.
Life and death are unpredictable.
Several of the younger disciples, whose minds were not yet settled, were immediately terrified. When they heard the black man ask which one was Xiong Ao, they inexplicably wanted to answer.
So they quickly pointed to Xiong Ao lying on the ground and said in unison, "It's him, it's him!"
Perhaps these young disciples were truly terrified, for their hands trembled uncontrollably as they pointed at people, and Wu Er and Xiong Ao were standing very close together.
So it looks like it's referring to Wu Er.
The black man turned his gaze to Wu Er and then gave a cold smile.
This left Wu Er frowning, completely bewildered.
The black man leading the group then beckoned to the six coffin bearers behind him and said, "Order accepted."
The six black men laughed in unison, then carried the coffin and took two steps to Wu Er's side.
Wu Er was still in a daze and hadn't reacted yet.
But the six black men didn't hesitate; they were quick and efficient.
Open the coffin, lift the person, and seal the coffin.
With lightning-fast movements, he had Wu Er completely under his control in just a few breaths.
That's what professionalism is all about.
He then immediately lifted the coffin, leaped into the air, and joyfully departed.
The stewards, hall masters, and disciples were all bewildered, unable to figure out what had happened.
Xiao Mingmu slapped the armrest of his chair, stood up, and looked at the departing coffin-carrying team. He then hurriedly called to Yan Zheng and Wo Ningyan, who were lost in thought.
He said, "Come with me quickly, something terrible has happened! My senior brother has been carried away!"
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