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Ancestral Hall
"Where did Yang Hao go? Why hasn't he come back yet? When did this guy become so unreliable? So many people are waiting for him."
The small ancestral hall was already packed with people, leaving no room to stand.
Among the many elders who were getting impatient, someone complained.
Upon hearing this, the once noisy hall fell silent.
The person who spoke was stunned. He looked around and realized that almost everyone's eyes were on him. He then realized that he had said the wrong thing and subconsciously lowered his head.
In the past, complaining about Yang Hao would immediately elicit a chorus of agreement, but this time is different; times have changed.
Yang Hao is no longer an outsider, but the supreme Holy Lord, the one above them.
Although Yang Zhifeng is currently in charge of the Cangyu Holy Land, everyone knows that the ancestor is getting old and will hand over power sooner or later.
Previously, Yang Qiu was a mascot representing the Cangyu Holy Land, but he still held considerable real power. He had the power of life and death firmly in his hands, and Yang Qiu didn't need to worry about anyone seizing power. After all, this ancestor was his great-grandfather, and they were still connected by blood.
Now that Yang Hao has taken this position, he may not be able to hold it for long.
However, these are not things they should worry about.
"You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want; be careful what you say."
Beside him, an elderly, white-haired elder angrily rebuked the younger man.
Speaking at this point is undoubtedly a slight punishment, which can be considered as protecting this person.
The man who had spoken earlier wasn't stupid; he immediately knelt down and said in a panic, "Yes, yes, yes, I will definitely be careful in the future, I will definitely be careful."
The white-haired old man chuckled and stroked his goatee, his gaze falling on Yang Zhifeng. He said, "That kid has also disappeared somewhere. Perhaps I should send someone to look for him again?"
Yang Zhifeng nodded slightly.
"Then it's up to you."
Several groups of people had already been sent out, but not only had they received no response, but none of the people who went had returned.
Sending more people would be pointless.
But Yang Zhifeng had no choice but to give face to the person in front of him.
After all, this person is over a hundred years old, and in terms of seniority, he should be addressed as "elder brother".
This person is Zhao Quan.
The person he was reprimanding was his great-grandson, Zhao Liujia.
Zhao Liujia possessed incredible strength, especially in swordsmanship, which even amazed Yang Zhifeng.
The saying goes, "all brawn and no brains." Zhao Liujia possessed incredible brute strength, but his mind was not sharp, especially his emotional intelligence, which was exceptionally low. If it weren't for his grandfather being Zhao Quan, this guy would have died countless times already.
Time passed slowly.
Having learned from the previous experience, the hall remained completely silent; even the faintest breathing could be clearly heard.
Bang
Just then, a soft voice rang out, immediately attracting everyone's attention.
Among the rows of soul lamps, one ancient soul lamp, located slightly to the right of center, shattered at this moment, and the light inside slowly went out.
"Yang Hao...is dead..."
"How is this possible... How could Yang Hao die inside the Holy Land..."
Immediately someone exclaimed in surprise.
"Who exactly is targeting my Azure Feather Holy Land!"
Zhao Quan could no longer sit still; he suddenly stood up, his eyebrows furrowed.
He got up too suddenly, and his old body couldn't keep up. He felt dizzy and staggered a few steps. Fortunately, Zhao Liujia, who was beside him, quickly supported Zhao Quan, so that he didn't make a fool of himself.
“Brother, we can’t tolerate this any longer. That man has killed people from our Cangyu Holy Land time and time again. If we do nothing, won’t we be ridiculed by the world? How can our Cangyu Holy Land stand in the Desolate Heaven Domain?”
His impassioned speech immediately set the mood.
Zhao Quan was so excited that he coughed several times before he could finish speaking.
"Ancestor, we request permission to execute the traitor!"
...
The crowd was immediately outraged.
Yang Zhifeng waved several times before the situation was stabilized.
He looked at the crowd and said coldly, "Do you all know who our opponent is?"
"Isn't it just that little Wentian Tower? Just yesterday, he boasted that he would wipe out the entire Cangyu Holy Land to avenge the Tiansheng Palace. Now, such a big thing has happened to my Cangyu Holy Land. Who else could it be but him?"
Someone immediately shouted.
"Do you really think that a mere Wentian Tower can destroy a Saint?"
"Or do you think we old folks are all useless?"
"Leaving aside those far away, just take Yang Hao as an example. Before even leaving the territory of the Cangyu Holy Land, I only found out after his soul lamp shattered. In other words, that person's cultivation level must be above mine."
"If the Wentian Tower truly possessed such abilities, how could it have remained unknown until now?"
Yang Zhifeng said calmly.
After he finished speaking, the elders and core leaders who had been so indignant just moments before were all speechless.
Overwhelming anger swept over them, and they hadn't considered any of this.
Looking back now, it does make some sense.
In their view, their ancestor's realm was already the highest; the next level would be the Saint King realm, and the Desolate Heaven Domain hadn't produced a native Saint King warrior for countless years.
Even if they did, the Saint King warriors wouldn't bother bringing the resource-poor Desolate Heaven Domain with them.
In other words, someone who can assassinate a Divine Realm warrior right under the nose of a Saint-level expert, and do so silently, is most likely a Saint King-level expert.
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