Xiao Wuhen stood up suddenly, looking nervous, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Instantly, a magical sword shining with cold light appeared in his hand, and he looked at the black-robed man who was immobilized with vigilance.
Ye Chen sat up slowly, yawned, rubbed his eyes, and then looked at the black-robed man who was suspended in the air.
"Haha, a dignified Immortal Venerable actually resorted to a sneak attack?"
Ye Chen's tone was full of teasing.
"And the target of your sneak attack was my mount. Don't you think too highly of yourself?"
He looked relaxed and unconcerned.
"Let me guess who you are..."
Ye Chen pretended to be in deep thought.
"In Xizhou, the only sects that have grudges against us are the five major sects, namely, the Bola Immortal Palace and the Sand Sea Cloud Pavilion."
He paused and continued his analysis.
"However, they know that I have the protection of the Immortal Emperor, so they won't be stupid enough to send an Immortal Lord to die."
A hint of cunning flashed in Ye Chen's eyes.
"Then the only one in Xizhou who has a grudge against us is Huikong."
Ye Chen raised the corner of his mouth with a playful arc and spoke slowly.
"Apart from his master, there will be no one else who will stand up for Huikong."
"Am I right? No contention?"
After listening to Ye Chen's analysis, Xiao Wuhen widened his eyes with a look of disbelief.
He didn't believe that Master Wu Zheng, one of the eight great masters of the Zen Ling Buddhist sect and a master of Buddhist teachings, would come to attack them.
After all, if the news of an immortal master attacking two juniors were to get out, it would damage the reputation of the Zen Ling Buddhist Sect.
"Da Huang, put him down."
Ye Chen patted Da Huang's head.
The pressure from the Immortal Emperor disappeared in an instant.
Wu Zheng fell from mid-air and landed on the ground in a mess.
Xiao Wuhen took a step forward, and the magic sword in his hand flashed with a cold light.
“Swish!”
The black-robed man's hood was split open, revealing the bald monk Wu Zheng.
Wu Zheng was both terrified and shocked at this moment.
What is terrifying is that Ye Chen actually has a guardian beast of the Immortal Emperor level by his side.
So how powerful is Ye Chen's background? He even came to attack others!
What was shocking was that Ye Chen guessed his identity easily.
Who is this kid?
"Master Wu Zheng, long time no see."
Ye Chen greeted with a smile, but his tone was full of teasing.
"What? That bald little donkey Huikong didn't come, so they asked you to come and die?"
Wu Zheng's face turned pale and he said nothing.
He was shocked and angry, but did not dare to act rashly.
"Why aren't you talking?"
Ye Chen raised his eyebrows and continued.
"Don't you feel ashamed? A dignified Immortal Venerable actually attacked two of us juniors."
"And he was subdued."
Ye Chen's tone was full of sarcasm.
Wu Zheng's face became even uglier, as if he had eaten a fly.
“Ye Chen, don’t be so proud!”
Wu Zheng gnashed his teeth and said, "You can kill me or chop me up as you please!"
He knew that if he fell into Ye Chen's hands, he would definitely not have a good ending.
"For the sake of the old monk, I won't kill you."
Ye Chen looked at Wu Zheng with a smile, but his tone was icy cold.
"But you attacked my mount, Qiongqi. I must settle this account."
He paused, his eyes amusement.
"That must be what your disciple Huikong meant, right?"
Ye Chen knew it clearly in his mind that Huikong had suffered a loss last time and must have thought that it was Qiongqi who was at fault.
After all, the one with the highest cultivation level they could see here was Qiongqi.
"I warned Huikong last time that if he dares to provoke me again, I will kill him."
Ye Chen's tone was grim and murderous.
Wu Zheng's expression changed, and he quickly said:
“Ye Chen, you are good friends with Master Mingyuan. Killing Huikong is participating in the dispute among the disciples of our Buddhist sect!”
He tried to use the internal struggle of the Zen Ling Buddhist Sect to persuade Ye Chen to retreat.
"Participate in the internal struggle of the Zen Ling Buddhist Sect?"
Ye Chen sneered and curled his lips in disdain.
"I have no interest in the disputes among the Buddhist disciples."
His tone was cold and tinged with sarcasm.
"Hui Kong has been giving me trouble time and again. I feel suffocated if I don't kill him."
Ye Chen's tone was firm and unquestionable.
Wu Zheng's heart sank, he knew Ye Chen was not joking.
"Donor Ye, you can't kill Huikong!"
Wu Zheng said anxiously, "He is the candidate for the Buddhist disciple of the Chanling Buddhist Sect. Killing him would be going against the entire Chanling Buddhist Sect!"
He must protect Huikong.
As long as Huikong ascends to the position of Buddha's son, he still has a chance to turn things around.
"So what about the Zen Ling Buddhist Sect?" Ye Chen sneered disdainfully.
"What can you do to me?"
His tone was arrogant and domineering.
An aura of looking down on the world emanated from him.
Wu Zheng’s face turned pale. He knew that he had hit a wall today.
Ye Chen doesn't care about the Zen Ling Buddhist Sect at all.
He was filled with fear and despair.
"Huikong is seeking death himself."
Ye Chen's tone was cold, like the sentence of death.
He slowly stood up and walked towards Wu Zheng step by step.
Every step seemed to be stepping on Wu Zheng's heart, making him feel suffocated.
"I gave him a chance."
Ye Chen looked down at Wu Zheng as if he were looking at an ant.
"It's him who doesn't cherish it."
His tone was cold and emotionless.
"So, he must die."
Ye Chen's voice was like a devilish sound from hell, causing Wu Zheng to tremble all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
He walked up to Wu Zheng and stopped, then stole Wu Zheng's storage ring into his own hand.
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