The silence in the hall continued, and the hourglass hanging in the corner flipped silently.

After a long time, Sikong Lei finally spoke very slowly: "To gather everyone today, I will inform you about a major event."

"The soul jade tablet of the third master has just broken!"

Among some major forces in the central region, usually each member has a soul jade plaque so that the leader can grasp the latest trends of the sect at any time. The location and the breath of life can be reflected most intuitively on the soul jade plaque.

The heavier the weight of a jade token, the higher it will be placed. Similarly, if any piece is in trouble, it can cause alertness in the door in the shortest time.

The fragmentation of the soul jade plaque often symbolizes only one result.

"The third master of the hall has fallen!"

Even though everyone had a premonition, when Sikong Lei spoke the bad news in a heavy voice, the people at the stairs still changed their expressions.

"How is this possible?" Sikong Sheng shouted first, "Uncle San is a strong man in the Tongtian realm! How could he die at the hands of that Qi-level boy? Did you make a mistake?"

"Qi cultivation level... What a Qi cultivation level..." Sikong Lei sneered repeatedly, his five fingers clenched tighter and tighter on the throne's hand. Every sound was a tragic breath of air, and the cruelty of bloodthirsty flowing. His patience finally reached the limit. He suddenly lifted a teacup from his side and smashed it hard at the person below.

"Huangfu Li! Your report clearly stated that the boy had just entered the Qi cultivation level, and he was only able to compete with you with some strange means... Now I'll ask you again, what is his real strength!"

Amid the crisp sound of tea cup shattering, Huangfu Li also knelt down in a hurry, endured the pain in his chest, and replied with difficulty: "When I fought with him a month ago, he really only had one part of cultivating qi, which was true... But as for today... I am not very clear..."

Somehow, the more he talked about this sentence, the less confident he was. For the boy who was strange in the way that he brought him a second defeat after Mo Gucheng, he felt that all the common sense he knew seemed to have failed on him. If someone could even reach a few great realms within a few months, he would only believe that that person had this ability.

Sikong Sheng sneered disdainfully: "Absurd! What's wrong with it? Do you want to say that in just a few months, he broke through from the Qi cultivation level to the Tongtian Realm? I think you feel that the hall has treated you badly, and you just lied about your opponent's strength and wanted to see us fall into a big fall?"

Huangfu Li didn't care that his legs had been ground into blood by the teacup fragments, and he raised his hand to the sky in a hurry: "Heaven and Earth have a conscience... I will never do such a thing!"

The church members below had already divided into two factions, led by Sikong Sheng and Huangfu Li, each holding the viewpoint of the other party and quarreled fiercely.

In Xueyun Hall, due to the disagreement between the young master and the branch leader, and these two people are both top players in the younger generation, two factions have been formed in a subtle way. Open and secret struggles are indispensable on weekdays, and at this time, they have worked hard to maintain their own master. The entire hall is in a blink of an eye.

On the throne, Sikong Lei's face was getting heavier and heavier. He began to feel that why he had raised such a bunch of waste! He had been bullied by outsiders and did not think of a plan to fight the enemy, so he only knew to make noise, quarrel, and quarrel here!

"Don't say anything more!"

A loud shout containing the pressure finally calmed down the noise in the hall.

"No matter whether that kid is really cultivating the Qi level, the younger generation has made such a tough trick. It seems that it is necessary to report to Jiuyou Palace." When he said the last sentence, he bowed to the sky solemnly.

Sikong Sheng was surprised: "But that boy came from the territory under our jurisdiction. Will the report in this way make them feel that we are incompetent?"

Sikong Lei's expression was still gloomy: "Jiuyou Palace has always closely monitored the trends of the world, especially the changes in the younger generations. Even if we don't talk about that kid's affairs, others will say it in the future. At that time, we will know and not report it, which is a serious crime!"

Sikong Sheng opened his mouth and wanted to take advantage of the anger of the hall master to add another crime to Huangfu Li, but looking at the pool of bright red blood that melted on the ground, his voice suddenly became hoarse in his throat.

It was only because he realized that he had planned to deal with Ye Shuo himself until now. If Huangfu Li had not stopped him at that time and really let him go, then now he would be the one who died...

In this way, no matter whether he was willing or not, Huangfu Li became his "benefactor". Sikong Sheng had a war between heaven and man in his heart, and finally he was tolerant and decided to let him go for the time being.

"But no matter what, the capture must not be delayed. In the territory under our jurisdiction of Blood Cloud Hall, each city gate strengthens its defense." Sikong Lei stood up suddenly, slapped his palm on the throne, and tightened it hard in the air, "I want to dig out his heart and intestines and sacrifice to my third brother!"

...

Later, in a secret room in Xueyun Hall.

Sikong Lei knelt on his knees, kowtowed a few times at a huge jade slip in front of him, and injected spiritual power into it and sent a message request.

The energy ripples swayed, and after about ten breaths, a sharp sound came from the jade slip.

"Isn't this Sikong Lei? The time for offering sacrifices has not yet come, why are you so anxious? Oh, may you have discovered some rare treasures recently and plan to give them to me in private?"

The voice was clearly a male voice, but he deliberately pinched his voice and spoke, which made people feel strange for no reason.

There was no abnormality on Sikong Lei's face, and he still said respectfully: "The Eight Venerables were joking. That's it..."

As he told, the Eight Venerables pretended to be amazed from time to time on the opposite side to show their consent. It was not until Sikong Lei finished speaking that the Eight Venerables sighed in a slight manner and said slowly:

"Sikong Lei, this is not what I said to you. You are in danger now." After a pause, Sikong Lei was frightened, and then he continued casually: "You don't know yet, there was a venerable death in our Jiuyou Palace some time ago."

Sikong Lei was shocked. The shock brought to him by this news was several times stronger than when he saw Sikong Wei's soul jade tablet shattered with his own eyes. His voice was trembling when he replied.

"How is this possible?! Who dares to make trouble on Tai Sui's head?"

A qi-level boy who killed his Xueyun Hall has been a great humiliation by Sikong Lei, and now it is the Jiuyou Palace! The top dark forces on the spiritual world continent have always been the only ones who killed others, so no one dared to kill them? Even the people from Tianxiao Pavilion may not dare to do such a thing, right?

The Eight Venerables smiled hoarsely, but the next sentence made Sikong thunder fall into an ice cave.

"The Lord of the Palace killed him because he was not good at doing things."

Speaking of this, the Eight Venerables sighed again: "So Sikong Lei, if you can't catch that kid, I'm really afraid that you will become like our tragically dead Nine Venerables... Do you understand?"
Chapter completed!