《Eternal Sacred King》Chapter 966: Lan Yue's Attitude
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The massive Mystic Courtyard went completely silent.
The group of cultivators looked at the battlefield in a daze and the tall and terrifying figure on the battlefield, forgetting to breathe for a moment!
Who would have believed such an outcome if they had not witnessed it personally?
The Nascent Soul paragon of Snowdrift Valley, Ling Bai, was dumbfounded and his eyes were filled with shock. Fairy Luo Xue’s words were the only thing that remained in his mind.
‘Since he is here now, unless a Dharma Characteristic shows up at the Thousand Crane Tea Party, no one else will be a threat to him!’
It was a prophecy!
The encirclement of eight Void Reversions was easily destroyed by this person. Six of them died and two of them were severely injured!
That was the true number one Perfected Lord!
Nangong Ling, Liu Hanyan and Ru Xuan suddenly thought of something.
Previously, they met with danger outside Wind Cloud City and were abducted by a Dharma Characteristic of Hellfire Hall along with seven Void Reversions. However, they managed to return safe and sound later on.
Initially, the three of them thought that it was done by some supreme expert.
By the looks of it, that peerless expert was most likely Su Zimo!
“That Su Zimo is truly a fiend demon!”
“That’s right, he is completely exposed and the truth can’t be hidden any longer!”
“What fiend demon is that? Why didn’t the Demon Revealing Mirror reflect his true form?”
Gradually, the crowd broke into hushed discussions.
The group of cultivators instinctively looked towards the sect master of Thousand Crane Sect, Dao Lord Lan Yue.
At that moment, Dao Lord Lan Yue’s expression was extremely terrible!
Earlier on, when the eight Void Reversions attacked at the same time, she chose to ignore them and watch with folded arms. In fact, she even closed her eyes.
She had a good plan.
Su Zimo had already offended many super sects and at the most, he was backed by the declining Hundred Refinement Sect.
If Hundred Refinement Sect could not even protect themselves, how could they protect Su Zimo?
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Even if Su Zimo were to die here, it would be fine. No one would cause trouble for her or Thousand Crane Sect.
That way, she would be able to account for the deaths of Ye Tiancheng, Perfected Lord Pang Lan and the others.
However, not long after she closed her eyes, she heard an ancient howl that shook the world. Even her mind was shaken!
“Dragon roar?”
Dao Lord Lan Yue froze for a moment, unable to react.
Why was there a dragon roar in the Mystic Courtyard?
Instinctively, she opened her eyes and saw that two Void Reversions of the Buddhist monasteries were severely injured and Monk Xuan Ming was dead.
The Void Reversions of Chaos Essence Sect, Sword Sect and Hellfire Hall had just died as well.
A tall and strong figure with a terrifying aura and scarlet scales that covered his body charged towards Dao Being Chi Gai and the Void Reversion of Zephyr Thunder Palace!
Dragon race?
Dao Lord Lan Yue’s heart skipped a beat.
Although the tall figure before her did not take on the form of a dragon, the aura he exuded was no different from that of a dragon!
With that delay, the Void Reversion of Sword Sect was killed by the Illumination Dragon Eye.
Immediately after, Dao Being Chi Gai was killed by that person as well!
It was only then that Dao Lord Lan Yue realized that the tall figure with dragon scales and red-black eyes was Su Zimo!
Everything was too late!
While her eyes were closed, the battle was over and the dust was settled!
Dao Lord Lan Yue stood up slowly and exuded an extremely powerful aura, suppressing everything before summoning the Demon Revealing Mirror.
Whoosh!
A beam of light shone down and enveloped Su Zimo.
With a single thought, Su Zimo separated his two Essence Spirits and hid his scarlet-haired Yin Spirit – it was still within his consciousness.
Crackle!
In the blink of an eye, Su Zimo had already returned to normal, turning into that handsome cultivator with clear, pitch-black eyes with refined features.
Even under the cover of the Demon Revealing Mirror, his expression was indifferent.
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This change made Dao Lord Lan Yue feel like she was being toyed with!
Her expression darkened completely.
“Su Zimo, I don’t care if you’re a human or a demon. Since you dare to start a massacre at the Thousand Crane Tea Party, it’s equivalent to…”
“Sect master,”
Before Dao Lord Lan Yue could finish, she was interrupted by Su Zimo. “All the cultivators present witnessed the reason why I killed them. Everyone can naturally come to an agreement of whether it was right or wrong.”
Pausing for a moment, Su Zimo continued, “In addition, this conflict could have been avoided. Since someone chose to ignore it and stand by idly, don’t blame me for starting a massacre!”
“Are you accusing me?”
Dao Lord Lan Yue’s gaze turned cold as she asked murderously.
Her patience had been exhausted!
It was a complete failure for the Thousand Crane Tea Party to develop to this point.
As for the root of the failure, it was because of a single person!
It was Su Zimo who was right before her!
“I can’t say that I’m accusing you. However, I do have something that I wish to discuss with you, sect master.”
Glancing at Leng Rou beside him, Su Zimo nodded before raising his voice, “Sect Master Lan Yue, it’s fine if you want to make use of the marriage alliance to befriend Chaos Essence Sect and obtain their support. However, you should at least respect Leng Rou’s intentions!”
“What did you say?!”
Feeling guilty, Dao Lord Lan Yue hollered.
This was not a glorious affair and everyone knew what was going on.
However, it was another matter exposing it in public.
“None of the cultivators present are fools. Which of them can’t tell what you’re trying to do?”
Su Zimo replied indifferently, “Leng Rou is a disciple of Thousand Crane Sect and it’s not wrong for her to join you. However, you have no right to decide her future! You’re pushing her into a pit of fire!”
Leng Rou looked at Su Zimo and the coldness in her eyes gradually dissipated.
She knew that Su Zimo was speaking up for her!
Those were her heartfelt words, but she did not dare to say them.
Leng Rou did not dare to imagine what her outcome would be without Su Zimo.
Su Zimo shook his head and smiled mockingly. “Furthermore, the facts have proven that you have poor judgment. Ye Tiancheng isn’t some incredible monster incarnate either. I’ve already killed him!”
“The reason why you chose Chaos Essence Sect was because of the two paragons that rose to power in this generation. Now, one of them is dead. The other won’t get to live for long either!”
“Su Zimo, let’s see how long more you can be arrogant!”
A Perfected Lord of Chaos Essence Sect stood out and said deeply,
“Sect Master Lan Yue, Su Zimo is no different from a fiend demon. He massacred human cultivators wantonly at the Thousand Crane Tea Party. If you can’t account to us for this, our few immortal sects won’t let this go lightly!”
A Perfected Lord of Sword Sect mustered his courage and shouted, “I’ve already released a messenger crane. Once Sword Sect receives the news, a Dharma Characteristic Dao Lord will definitely descend personally! At that time, let’s see how your Thousand Crane Sect is going to explain things!”
“That’s right!”
A Perfected Lord of Heavenly Dipper Sect grit his teeth. “Dharma Characteristic experts from our sect will rush over immediately as well!”
“No, master!”
Leng Rou said hurriedly, “There’s nothing unusual about Su Zimo under the Demon Revealing Mirror. He’s a human! Perhaps it was just a secret skill that he cultivated earlier on.”
“Furthermore, it’s not his fault at all!”
Fairy Luo Xue stood out as well and cupped her fists. “Sect Master Lan Yue, don’t forget that a hundred years ago in Myriad Phenomenon City, Thousand Crane Sect owed Su Zimo a huge favor!”
Dao Lord Lan Yue’s gaze was cold and she said nothing.
The crowd turned to look at her, waiting for her attitude!
Her attitude would determine Su Zimo’s life and death!
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