"........"
Yuwen Hao's expression darkened, and the smile on his face began to fade.
That crazy woman, she's fucking insane!
Are you deliberately trying to cause trouble?
At this moment, Duanmu Ying continued, "Oh, right. Anyway, it wasn't your Qingyun Sword Sect disciples who died, but us who suffered losses. You can just stand there and talk without feeling the pain."
"In other words, if Ye Qingyun dies..."
At this point, Duanmu Ying glanced at Yuwen Hao, whose expression was gradually darkening.
"Then may I ask Sect Leader Yuwen, what else can you say to us while you stand here, expressing your deep sorrow?"
These are the words he spoke.
The atmosphere inside the tent instantly became eerie.
Shen Tu of the Blood Moon Sect and Deng Qinian of the Pill Sect suddenly felt that Duanmu Ying's words made some sense.
Their gazes simultaneously fell upon Yuwen Hao, hoping he could offer them a reasonable solution.
Otherwise, the alliance can simply withdraw.
Cut your losses in time, lest your sect be wiped out.
At this moment, Yuan Tong, the sect leader of the Vajra Sect, who had not lost any disciples like the Qingyun Sword Sect, silently returned to his seat.
He sat down and appeared to be meditating, seemingly resting with his eyes closed.
In fact.
He secretly opened one eye and watched the drama unfold with great interest.
He adopted an attitude of being the only one awake while everyone else was asleep.
The Vajra Sect was not involved in this matter; they were merely bystanders.
...
At this moment, Yuwen Hao could no longer contain his anger!
"Duan! Mu! Ying!!"
He said through gritted teeth, "It's one thing to be unable to control what's down there, but can't you even control what's coming out of your mouth?!"
"That old scoundrel Yuwen!!"
Upon hearing this, Duanmu Ying jumped up.
He was like a volcano in flames, radiating a fierce killing intent as he roared, "You son of a bitch, say that again if you dare!"
"I'll fight you to the death today!"
As soon as he finished speaking...
Once again, the treasure of the Illusionary Spirit Pavilion, the supreme imperial weapon—the Eight Treasures Glazed Tile Pavilion—emerged from her hand!
The situation was becoming increasingly tense...
"Enough!"
A low, angry voice suddenly rang out inside the tent!
Accompanied by a terrifying pressure, like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, it enveloped the entire tent.
That oppressive aura was as if the heavens and earth had descended upon us!
In an instant, the spiritual energy within everyone present felt as if it were trapped in a quagmire, making it extremely difficult to even circulate a trace of spiritual energy to resist.
thump!
The leaders of the five major sects couldn't hold on any longer and knelt down on one knee.
As for the two inner sect elders at the Great Power Realm, they had already given up and fainted on the ground like dead fish.
........
They were terrified; the oppressive aura was terrifying!
Could it be that the Yunxiao Sect discovered their conspiracy and couldn't help but send their reclusive elder out of seclusion to deal with them?
A sense of unease and fear gripped everyone.
Only Yuwen Hao of the Qingyun Sword Sect sensed that the aura was familiar and knew who the person was.
The plan was to use this as a weapon against the Cloud Soaring Sect.
That is the great sect of the Southern Region—the Myriad Calamities Sect!
Their overall strength surpasses that of the Cloud Soaring Sect by an unknown number of times.
When the overwhelming, heavenly pressure made everyone breathless.
A mysterious figure, hidden beneath a wide black robe, appeared before them like a ghost.
The man in black robes glanced at the five sect leaders kneeling on the ground. "The plan hasn't even started yet, and you're already throwing yourselves into chaos and fighting amongst yourselves?!"
After saying that.
He cast a cold glance at Yuwen Hao and snapped at him, "Yuwen Hao, what's wrong with you?"
"If you can't control them, I don't mind replacing them with someone else!"
"Steward Ji, please calm down."
Upon hearing this, Yuwen Hao, despite the overwhelming imperial authority, quickly lowered his voice and said, "I can manage it, I can manage it!"
"snort."
The steward Ji snorted coldly and withdrew the terrifying pressure that resembled the might of heaven.
The leaders of the five major sects breathed a sigh of relief.
They collapsed to the ground, looking as if they had just survived a disaster.
......
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