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Chapter 5107
Chapter 5107
Eighth Palace!
Huo Zhao, Huo Jingjing, and Huo Feng were in the main hall, and their faces were very ugly!
Especially Huo Feng, his face was full of fear and tension! On
the main seat of the Eighth Palace, a monk who looked very young sat on it, holding a teacup in his hand,
drinking tea gently!
This person was the Seventh Palace Master from the Three Heavens.
Huo Zhao and the other two looked at the Seventh Palace Master with great fear!
“Palace Master Huo, you don’t have to be afraid, | just cto see you. | heard that you betrayed the temple,
and the Fourth Palace Master notifiedto cand take a look!”
“I'm also very curious, who on earth could make you resolutely betray the temple?”
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The Seventh Palace Master asked lightly!
“If we don’t betray the temple, we have no way to survive. People like you andwho are outside the temple
get less and less resources each time.”
“And we are not allowed to practice dual cultivation and intermarry with foreigners. This is self-contained. Sooner
or later, our temple and even the entire God Clan will be lonely!”
Huo Zhao said to the Seventh Palace Master!
“How dare you...”
The Seventh Palace Master frowned, waved his hand lightly, and Huo Zhao flew backwards and fell heavily to the
ground!
At this moment, Huo Zhao’s blood surged, and he almost rolled his eyes!
The Seventh Palace Master began to disperse the peak of the fairyland, which was not something Huo Zhao
could deal with at all!
“Father...”
Huo Jingjing and Huo Feng hurried forward and helped Huo Zhao up!
Huo Jingjing looked at her father Huo Zhao spitting blood, and red anger instantly ignited in her eyes.
She suddenly drew her sword from its sheath, and the sword trembled as spiritual energy surged. She pointed at
the Seventh Hall Master who was sitting high in the main seat, and her voice trembled with anger: “Seventh Hall
Master! You dare to hurt my father! Disciples of the Eighth Hall, listen to my order. Even if you risk your life
today, you must make him pay for what he did!”
Before she finished speaking, dozens of cultivators in the Eighth Hall responded with a roar. Spirit blades and
magic weapons were sacrificed together, and the spiritual power fluctuations gathered into a scorching wave,
rolling towards the Seventh Hall Master.
Huo Feng’s face was pale, but he gritted his teeth and clenched the weapon in his hand, blocking Huo Zhao.
The Seventh Hall Master put down the teacup, and a cold disdain appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He didn’t even stand up, but just casually pointed his fingertips, and a golden breath that was as solid as a
substance suddenly burst out, crashing into the crowd like a crushing force.
“An ant trying to shake a tree.”
He chuckled faintly, and wherever his aura passed, the monks from the Eight Halls flew backwards like kites with
broken strings, their magic weapons shattered, blood splattered, and they instantly fell all over the hall.
“Jingjing! Stop!”
Huo Zhao struggled to get up and grabbed his daughter, “He is at the peak of the realm of scattered immortals,
we... are no match for him at all!”
Huo Jingjing shook off her father’s hand, her hair disheveled and her eyes full of unwillingness: “Are we just going
to watch him bully us?”
The Seventh Palace Master slowly stood up, his eyes like a knife sweeping over everyone, his tone filled with
biting sarcasm: “A bunch of ants dare to talk about betrayal? Eighth Palace Master, the David you mentioned is
the reason you dare to be the enemy of the Temple?”
He paused, and his voice suddenly rose and echoed in the hall, “David! If you don’t show up again, | will clean up
the door for the Temple today and have the Eighth Palace removed from the list!”
“Seventh Palace Master, | said David is not here. Even if you really destroy us, David will not be able to show
up!”
Huo Zhao said to the Seventh Palace Master!
“Really? Since David is not here, | will kill you first.” The Seventh Palace Master smiled coldly: “After I kill you, |
will go find David and see who he is!”
As soon as he finished speaking, two hurried footsteps cfrom outside the palace.
David supported Mo Qingyun’s shoulders and walked slowly into the palace.
His face was slightly pale, and there was still a trace of blood at the corner of his lips. It was obvious that his
injuries had not healed, and the fluctuations of his internal breath were also slightly disordered. The previous
fight with the strong man of the third heaven had greatly reduced his strength.
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