The other members of the Martial Saint Pavilion did not dare to disturb it easily, so they could only let the ruins remain.
Wen Hongsheng gritted his teeth in pain and muttered, "Yao'er... Lord 'Martial Saint' will definitely avenge you."
In fact, Wen Hongsheng knew clearly that Wen Yao's death was most likely due to a discussion that he was unaware of.
Mu Zhao hoped to achieve something with the help of Wen Yao, but Wen Yao chose to obey.
If you trace back to the source, it was Mu Zhao who killed Wen Yao.
However, at this time, Wen Hongsheng could only deceive himself. He was the master of the Martial Saint Pavilion, so how could he hate the Martial Saint?
Naturally, we can only hate the person who did it, that is, Chen Kuang.
Wen Hongsheng was so entangled in this dilemma that he didn't even have the heart to comfort the other people in the Martial Saint Pavilion.
Until this moment, he heard a huge noise coming from below.
Wen Hongsheng had calmed down at this moment and his mood had almost recovered. He immediately frowned when he heard the voice.
As soon as he stood up, he saw a disciple whom he usually respected rushing up from downstairs, staggering and almost falling to the ground.
Wen Hongsheng frowned:
"Why are you so flustered? As a disciple of the Martial Saint Pavilion, how can you be so reckless?"
The disciple swallowed his saliva, took two deep breaths, and said:
"The Pavilion Master... has declared war!"
Wen Hongsheng was stunned when he heard this, his expression suddenly becoming serious. He said, "What do you mean by declaration of war? Explain clearly!"
The disciple said in panic, "It's the Xuanshen Dao Sect that has declared war on our Wusheng Pavilion!"
Wen Hongsheng's first reaction was absurdity.
How is that possible? This doesn't make sense!
Xuanshen Daoism has always been a non-aggressive sect, so why would it take the initiative to declare war on Wusheng Pavilion?
Wen Hongsheng stared at the disciple's expression for a long time, but couldn't figure out how the other party had the courage to tell such a lie.
But if it is true, why is this?
There has never been any grudge between the Wusheng Pavilion and the Xuanshen Dao Sect, and there has hardly been any friction between them.
After all, although the Wusheng Pavilion acted a bit overbearingly, it was only targeting their enemies.
The Xuanshen Dao Sect has never been their enemy.
Wen Hongsheng calmly asked, "But which Xuanshen Daoist disciple did you accidentally injure? An apology is fine, but declaring war is not an exaggeration. You can't just say something like that."
In Wen Hongsheng's original expectation, his disciple should be more sober and realize that he said the wrong thing.
But the disciple looked at him hesitantly and showed no intention of admitting his mistake.
Wen Hongsheng suddenly became unhappy:
"Just say what you want to say! What's the use of dithering?"
The disciple said stubbornly:
"Pavilion Master, did you accidentally injure any of your disciples?"
"It was the Martial Saint... I heard that he battled with the Earth Spirit Daojun of the Xuanshen Dao Sect, resulting in his death. The bell inside the Xuanshen Dao Sect rang eight times, and the Four Directions Daojuns consulted the Sect Master and decided to go to war with us."
"Now... the declaration of war has spread."
Wen Hongsheng's expression froze for a long time before he said, "Really?"
The disciple nodded vigorously: "Seriously!"
He hurriedly said, "Pavilion Master, I know you're upset right now, but...but please go down and take charge of the situation first, otherwise the pavilion will be in chaos!"
Wen Hongsheng calmed himself down and took a deep breath.
"Yes, you're right. There's nothing to panic about."
"His Xuanshen Dao Sect has a saint, so doesn't my Wusheng Pavilion have one? When the 'Martial Saint' returns, everything will naturally be solved."
Wen Hongsheng seemed to have regained his fanatical admiration for Mu Zhao at this moment: "If they want to fight, then let them fight!"
Upon hearing this, the disciple nodded vigorously, as if he had found his backbone.
Wen Hongsheng straightened his clothes and flew from the ruined attic to the square.
Below, many disciples had gathered spontaneously and were discussing the matter heatedly.
No wonder I heard so much noise just now...
Wen Hongsheng thought to himself as he walked to the tall statue of Mu Zhao. Seeing that everyone had quieted down, he took a deep breath and said loudly:
"I've heard everything. If the Xuanshen Dao Sect wants to declare war, then we will fight back. We, the Wusheng Pavilion, are never afraid..."
He had just begun to speak, and had not yet finished.
There was only a "crack" sound, as if a thunderclap had struck.
Wen Hongsheng raised his head following the sound.
I saw that the lifelike statue of the "Martial Saint" had a crack in the middle of its head.
The gap runs from the forehead, along the middle of the face, turns right from the bridge of the nose, crosses the cheek diagonally, and disappears behind the neck.
“Crack…Crack…”
Thunder roared one after another in Wen Hongsheng's ears, making his hair stand on end and trembling.
“Boom!”
The huge thunder almost made Wen Hongsheng's legs weak and his head dizzy.
He looked up with eyes wide open and saw the huge face of the statue fall off and crash down, almost blocking out the entire field of vision in darkness.
Wen Hongsheng's eyes went dark, and his last thought was:
"It's over... the sky is falling."
…
Outskirts of the battlefield.
Others who cannot participate in this domain battle do not have to watch nervously from the sidelines.
Because the Xuanshen Dao Sect declared war on the Wusheng Pavilion, the Grandmaster of the Wusheng Pavilion here immediately turned against them - or rather, he had no choice but to turn against them. After exchanging a few moves with Lingyazi, the Grandmasters of other sects came to help.
But because the truth was clear, the other masters all sided with the Xuanshen Dao sect, so he naturally had no choice but to escape in embarrassment.
The situation was unclear, and everyone's attention was still on the Dao Realm battle in front of them. Otherwise, the Grandmaster of the Martial Saint Pavilion would have to lose his life.
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