The two exchanged a glance and shook their heads knowingly.
Such a powerful being could destroy the Azure Feather Holy Land with a mere breath.
In Chen Tai'a's eyes, not to mention Yang Zhifeng, even the entire Cangyu Holy Land was nothing more than ants, and he wouldn't even bother with it.
Even if it wasn't Chen Tai'a who did it, what could they possibly say?
revenge?
Don't even think about it. It would be considered respectable if they didn't beg Chen Tai'a to show mercy and spare the Cangyu Holy Land. If Yang Qiu offends Chen Tai'a without thinking, and Chen Tai'a gets angry and implicates the Cangyu Holy Land, it would undoubtedly be a catastrophe for them.
Thinking of this, even someone as composed as Yang Zhifeng felt a cold sweat break out on his back.
He said, "Don't mention these things anymore... Don't mention them anymore."
Yang Hao understood what Yang Zhifeng was thinking, nodded, and then said, "Then, Ancestor, shouldn't we give an explanation to the elders about this matter?"
Yang Zhifeng glanced at him and said, "If you're not afraid of offending Chen Tai'a, then go ahead and do it. I won't interfere. But if it involves the Cangyu Holy Land, don't blame me for turning my back on you."
Sensing the murderous intent emanating from him, Yang Hao swallowed hard and lowered his head, saying, "This humble servant knows what to do."
After he finished speaking, he strode out.
In a certain place, Chen Tai'a, whom the elders of the Cangyu Holy Land still remembered, stood by the window and sneezed several times. With countless accusations against him, he thought he had caught a cold and quickly pulled his old clothes tighter around him.
Inside the main hall
After Yang Hao left, Yang Zhifeng went to the ancestral hall.
When the elders saw Yang Zhifeng arrive, they all went to greet him.
Before he could speak, Yang Zhifeng said, "The most urgent task is to select someone to take charge of the overall situation. The vast Cangyu Holy Land cannot be without a leader."
Some people, who were very good at reading people's expressions, immediately knelt down and shouted, "We hope that our ancestor will come out of seclusion and resume the position of Holy Lord, so as to protect our Cangyu Holy Lord and help him safely overcome this crisis."
Upon seeing this, those nearby hesitated for a moment before kneeling down as well.
They all knew that, given the current situation, only Yang Zhifeng had the prestige and ability to influence the outcome.
Before the investigation into Yang Yunjie's death was complete, Saint Lord Yang Qiu died mysteriously at Tianfeng Pavilion, even with a Saint-level expert protecting him closely.
This inevitably leads to widespread anxiety.
Even though the elders intervened in time and stopped the spread of the rumors, the news still inevitably got out.
Although it was already midnight, the news spread like wildfire within just one hour.
Neither the disciples of the Cangyu Holy Land nor the forces affiliated with it were sleepy at this moment.
They knew in their hearts that the commotion caused by the Azure Feather Holy Land was probably something serious.
Yang Zhifeng remained silent for a moment, his face cold.
Not to mention his advanced age, given the current situation, he was not confident that he could ensure the safety of the Cangyu Holy Land. After all, their opponent was Chen Tai'a, the number one expert from the Great Qin Region.
When everyone saw that Yang Zhifeng didn't say anything, they panicked.
Someone shouted, "Ancestor, at this critical moment for our Cangyu Holy Land, if you do not take charge of the overall situation, we will be in imminent danger of collapse. We hope you will reconsider!"
"Our ancestor, please think it over carefully."
...
Yang Zhifeng sighed helplessly and said, "I am getting old and can only stay behind the scenes. Someone else has to come out in the public eye."
At this moment, someone said, "Oh, I suddenly remember, the Holy Lord has a cousin..."
"Yang Hao..."
The group exchanged glances and said in unison.
This immediately drew a chorus of agreement.
Finally, all eyes turned to Yang Zhifeng. After a moment's hesitation, Yang Zhifeng nodded and said, "Yang Hao is not out of the question... I'm afraid this is the only way."
The night was dark and the wind was high.
Yang Hao stood atop the highest peak within the Cangyu Sacred Land.
The cold wind blew against my body, and the biting cold felt like steel needles striking my skin.
He looked down at everything below, and his usually restrained eyes now revealed an uncontrollable look of wild joy. Seeing that no one was around, he laughed loudly, tears and snot bursting out at the same time, which was rather disgusting.
But he didn't care about such things at this moment. After cleaning his face with his luxurious clothes, he slowly lowered his head and murmured, "I have finally waited for this day. Heaven has eyes. Yang Qiu, you are finally dead. With your death, my day of triumph has come."
He, Yang Hao, is the cousin of Yang Qiu, the contemporary sage ruler.
That is, the son of the younger brother of the previous sage.
However, there is a difference. The previous Holy Lord, Yang Qiu's father, was an only child, while his father was taken in by the older generation. In order to give him a legitimate identity, he was adopted. Although he was a few years older than Yang Qiu's father, his father was still made his younger brother.
Yang Qiu's father had a very deep relationship with his father. Unfortunately, Yang Qiu's father died too early, and Yang Qiu, who was only ten years old, took over his father's job. As a result, the older generation's feelings had not yet been passed on to the younger generation.
No one expected that Yang Qiu, so young, would perish so soon.
So, in terms of seniority, he, Yang Hao, is the undisputed successor besides Yang Qiu.
Therefore, after Yang Qiu's death, Yang Hao was the most qualified candidate to become the Holy Lord.
Even the ancestor Yang Zhifeng couldn't give a reason to object.
At that moment, a strong gust of wind suddenly swept past behind him, carrying with it a murderous aura.
Yang Hao's eyes narrowed, and with a flick of his wrist, a sharp knife appeared in his hand. He looked warily at the Dark Zone and asked, "Who?"
A person slowly emerged from the darkness.
The person was shrouded in darkness, as if he had become one with it. Given the already dim visibility, one would never guess that there was a person there unless they looked closely.
"Who are you? I don't know you. Wait, you don't seem to be from my Cangyu Holy Land. Tell me, how did you get in?"
After taking a close look, Yang Hao shouted loudly.
At the same time, he had already made plans to escape.
The battle to protect the mountain is still ongoing, which means that this person has the ability to evade the mountain-protecting formation, so he is definitely not someone that can be dealt with. Fortunately, this place is not far from the ancestral hall. If a large-scale conflict breaks out, the elders in the ancestral hall will rush over immediately.
With this thought, he felt somewhat at ease.
"Who I am is not important. You just need to remember that this day next year will be the anniversary of your death."
A chilling voice came from beneath the mask, even more terrifying than the cold wind on the mountaintop.
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