Unsurprisingly, Qingyi's words successfully angered the clan leader, who had high aspirations.
In fact, no one in a high position will be willing to be threatened by someone who is inferior to himself.
"It seems the High Priest is not going to accept my offer!" Since there was no way to reach an agreement through negotiation, the only option was to break off the confrontation. After all, he had plenty of ways to make this arrogant Qingyi compromise.
"Qingyi returns these words to the clan leader. Remember, don't be too greedy in everything. Otherwise, the bitter consequences you inadvertently brew won't be something you can bear alone." Speaking of threats, who wouldn't? It all depends on who's stronger.
"Are you threatening me, Lord Priest?" The patriarch released his pressure bit by bit, trying to force Qingyi to submit.
However, the clan leader seemed to have forgotten something, something he should have understood from Qingyi's first day. He was no match for Qingyi, yet he still hoped to force her into submission with that meager pressure? It was pure wishful thinking.
"Qingyi doesn't want to make a big fuss. If the clan leader continues to act unreasonably, then there will be no need for the Sand God Clan to continue with the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the sky." Qingyi's only purpose in going this way was Mu Huan, and now the clan leader has seriously wasted his time.
"No one has ever been so rude in the territory of my Sand God Clan." The clan leader stretched out his hand and waved. A large group of neatly dressed people in black armor came from all directions of the banquet venue, marching in neat steps.
Soon, Qingyi and Mu Huan in her "arms" were surrounded.
The patriarch sneered, as if he felt that everything was as easy as taking something out of his pocket and the situation was very simple.
"Qingyi, I know you are very strong, so I never thought of having a direct conflict with you. But I don't know if you can break through the encirclement of this puppet army." If you can't beat them yourself, there will always be someone who can.
Although Qingyi has helped many people in the Sand God Clan, he is ultimately uncontrollable. Therefore, it is better to get rid of him as soon as possible to relieve his uneasy heart, otherwise he will sooner or later become a serious threat to the Sand God Clan.
"You're using my things against me?" Qing Yi laughed. This Sand God Clan leader was so narrow-minded and narrow-minded! He didn't know anything, didn't understand anything, and just kept shouting and killing.
"Well!" Qing Yi had little spiritual energy to consume after entering the secret realm. If he forced a fight with this wave of puppets, it would not matter to him. He was just afraid. He glanced at Mu Huan, who was half hugging him, and thought, "Just bear it!"
"I promised to help you, but I also hope that the clan leader can keep his word and not suddenly go back on his word like he did now." This old guy is so shameless.
"Hahaha! It should have been done long ago, Lord Priest! Wasn't our previous cooperation very pleasant?" After getting a satisfactory answer, the patriarch waved his hand and hid the puppet army.
But, keeping his word? Ha, that's impossible. Qing Yi absolutely cannot continue to live. Once the Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony is successfully launched and Lord Sand God is summoned, there will be no need for Qing Yi to continue to exist.
The clan leader had his own plans in mind, but he didn't know that Qingyi also had his own considerations. In short, the two old foxes wanted to kill each other.
"Your Excellency the Priest, please come this way!" The patriarch made a "please" gesture. The patriarch has always done a good job in this superficial work.
Qingyi snorted coldly and walked over with Muhuan half-hugged.
The altar was magnificent, unlike the simple exterior. The entire altar was encased in high-level spirit stones, emitting a dazzling light. A pillar of light stood upright in the center of the altar, emitting a soft yet faint glow.
The altar has ninety-nine steps in the four directions of east, west, south and north. On each step are many skulls scattered around, with empty eyes looking upwards, which makes people feel creepy.
A huge bronze tripod was placed at the foot of the steps. It was used to worship the Sand God. Every year at this time, human tributes were made to the Sand God, and the connection between the living and the Sand God was maintained by this bronze tripod.
The patriarch walked slowly to the bronze tripod, knelt down in obsession and piety, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes tightly, and muttered something rapidly.
Mu Huan slowly opened her eyes under the shade of the green robe, squinting slightly as she looked at everything before her. She didn't know why, but even though the altar was spotless, she seemed to see blood and dead bodies all over the floor.
Mu Huan closed his eyes again, then opened them again. The strange scene had vanished in an instant. He frowned slightly. This was definitely not a coincidence.
All of Mu Huan's little actions fell into Qing Yi's eyes. Qing Yi raised the corners of her mouth slightly, as if she was smiling. As expected! She is still her! No matter how much time has passed, she will not change.
The clan leader finished his work, slowly stood up, and turned to look at the group of people behind him who were supported by servants and maids. "Throw them all into the bronze tripod!"
It's almost time, almost time! Soon he'll be able to lead the Sand Gods to their former glory, no longer cowering in this narrow, hopeless square world. They'll be able to begin a truly happy life and even seek revenge on the human race.
When Mu Huan heard this, he was about to take action, but suddenly an impatient voice came to his ears.
"Father!" The person who came was Sha Qi, the fool Sha Qi who belittled the Sand God Clan in front of Mu Huan and said they were worthless.
"What are you doing here!" the patriarch scolded in a low voice. This rebellious son always did more harm than good, and now at such an important moment he actually came out to cause trouble for him.
"Father, stop it! That Sand God is not our ancestor at all. It's just a monster that cheats and eats human flesh!" Sha Qi danced with joy and spoke very fast, for fear that his father would suddenly interrupt him and stop him from continuing.
"You rebellious son, get out of here! How can Lord God of Killing tolerate such an insult from you!" The clan leader was heartbroken. How could he, who had a great reputation throughout his life, have raised such a bastard?
"Father!" Shaqi wanted to continue speaking, but suddenly his mouth could not utter any words, and he just kept babbling.
"Father, please forgive me. I didn't discipline my second brother well!" The voice was very gentle, and he felt like a handsome and elegant young man. However, if you felt it carefully, this person revealed a hint of viciousness and coldness.
Seeing the newcomer, the clan leader's anger subsided slightly. This son was his pride, and the extraordinary talent he had displayed since childhood had enabled him to become the clan leader.
"It's Yuner! You've come just in time! Take this bastard away!" The clan leader was overjoyed to see his most proud son, Sha Yun, coming over. If nothing unexpected happened, when he retired, his son would be the next clan leader.
"Yes!" The tone sounded full of respect for a father and clan leader. At least that's what outsiders felt. The clan leader had a very remarkable son.
"Hmm~!" Sha Qi struggled to speak. He knew that Sha Yun was against him and always opposed him in everything. Now he pretended to be sensible to deceive everyone.
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