As soon as Wan Heyu gave this order, countless of his men immediately started attacking like they were desperate for their lives.

The manor, which originally had an elegant environment, was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Listening to the shouting and killing outside, Lin Xiaofeng and others sat quietly in the mourning hall.

In a battle involving so many people, Lin Xiaofeng and the others couldn't do anything to help.

"It's not an option to keep waiting like this." Lin Xiaofeng frowned slightly and asked, "Do we still have hope of making a comeback now?"

"It's difficult." Pang Chen shook his head. He glanced at Xiang Zhu and Uncle He: "In fact, as long as we find a way to get rid of Wan Heyu, it will be fine, but..."

He didn't say the next words.

He probably wanted to complain that even at this time, Xiang Zhu and Uncle He were still unwilling to kill Wan Heyu.

Xiang Zhu didn't want to explain this either.

Uncle He on the side said: "Everyone knows that once Wan Heyu dies, the names of the young lady and the young master will not be able to suppress the people below, alas."

"We can only wait here to die?" Fatty Huang asked speechlessly.

Elder Niu nodded: "Although I really want to kill that bastard Wan Heyu, what Uncle He said is true. It's really a headache."

Just like that, about half an hour later, everyone was sitting in the mourning hall without moving.

At this time, there were less than two hundred people in white robes guarding the manor.

Everyone was covered in blood and covered in scars.

Now, Wan Heyu did not continue to attack fiercely, but asked the people below to suspend the offensive.

And he came in front of more than two hundred people.

Wan Heyu is also wearing a white robe. Although he is old, his heroic spirit is not any less than that of a young man.

Coupled with the more than 2,000 men in white robes behind him, I really felt like I was alone.

But there was a strong uneasiness between his brows.

"Let Her Royal Highness the Saint and the young master come out." Wan Heyu said calmly to the two hundred people left: "You are the most powerful warriors of the Holy Religion, and you should not die here."

"I don't want to rush into the Holy Lord's mourning hall. It's better to let the two of them come out and confess their sins on their own." Wan Heyu said.

His words did not make the more than two hundred people in white robes have the slightest intention of retreating. No one said a word, and they looked as if they were dead.

"Why are you doing this?"

Although they were enemies, Wan Heyu also felt a sense of respect for these two hundred people in his heart.

He said loudly: "Your Highness the Saint, you have already reached this point, are you going to continue to be a coward and let these two hundred people die here in vain?"

The sound naturally reached the mourning hall.

Xiang Zhuben was observing the situation outside, then sighed and stood up.

Uncle He hurriedly stopped in front of her: "Miss, we are not at the end of the road yet, we can still fight!"

"How can I still fight?" Xiang Zhu shook his head.

Uncle He said: "This is the mourning hall of the Holy Lord. With Wan Heyu's courage, he does not dare to disturb the mourning hall."

"We have come to this point, Wan Heyu still doesn't dare to break into this mourning hall?" Lin Xiaofeng stood up and said seriously: "I will accompany Xiang Zhu out. As for you, break out from behind."

"Xiaofeng." Fatty Huang looked at Lin Xiaofeng.

"Needless to say." Lin Xiaofeng shook his head slightly: "Xiang Zhu and I are staying. As for you, there is no need to die here."

Qing Shui stood silently behind Lin Xiaofeng, wanting to follow.

"Why are you following me?" Lin Xiaofeng looked at the expressionless Qing Shui: "There is no need to die with me."

Qing Shui shook his head slightly: "If you don't want to die, with their ability, they can't kill me."

"I'm going to be with you. I'm just going to die. No matter how big the deal is, we'll have a companion on the road to hell."

Fatty Huang also came behind Lin Xiaofeng, and Uncle He and the loyal ministers of the Holy Lord, needless to say, all came behind Xiang Zhu without any intention of leaving.

Pang Chen looked around, then followed suit.

There is no other way, everyone has to go out and "die". It is probably useless for him to escape alone. He might as well go out with him and die with more courage.

A group of people walked out of the mourning hall in a mighty manner. The more than two hundred people in white robes moved to both sides, and Xiang Zhu and Lin Xiaofeng came to the front of the formation side by side.

Wan Heyu looked a little surprised when he saw so many people walking out not far away.

Although he was accompanied by a group of elders protecting the law, if he was forced to the point where Xiang Zhu was, I am afraid that the group of people around him would either rebel against the enemy or escape.

"Your Highness the Saint, Young Master, the two of you imprisoned the Holy Lord privately, causing the Holy Lord to pass away. Are you guilty of this?" Wan Heyu looked at the two of them coldly.

No matter what, we cannot let them live today.

As long as you kill them, the Holy Religion will fall into your hands.

"Why would you want to incriminate someone?" Lin Xiaofeng said: "Isn't it that Deputy Leader Wan just covets the throne of the Holy Lord? If you want to just rob it openly, you still have to find an excuse?"

"Nonsense." Wan Heyu snorted coldly.

Lin Xiaofeng said: "Why are you talking nonsense? Xiang Zhu is the daughter of the Holy Lord, how could he murder his father? I am the direct disciple of the Holy Lord, how could I harm my master?"

"You two covet the throne of the Holy Lord!"

Lin Xiaofeng couldn't help but laugh and said: "Vice Leader Wan, are you old and confused? The two of us are the heirs of the Holy Lord, how can we harm the Holy Lord?"

Wan Heyu's face was extremely ugly. He said that the two men imprisoning the Holy Lord was just a fabrication made up by him.

What is fake is fake. It cannot stand up to scrutiny. Just a few words will expose the fake thing.

"It's useless to talk anymore, kill them all!" Wan Heyu shouted loudly.

"yes!"

The people below listened to the order, and the men in white robes held long knives and rushed towards Lin Xiaofeng.

There are two thousand people in these white robes, more than ten times more than they are here.

Lin Xiaofeng and Xiang Zhu held each other's hands tightly, with no intention of retreating.

"That's enough."

Suddenly, an old man sighed softly.

The sound didn't sound loud, but everyone in the manor heard it very clearly.

Wan Heyu was shocked when he heard this voice, with an incredible look on his face.

Equally incredible are Xiang Zhu, He Bo, Lin Xiaofeng and others.

However, Wan Heyu's face was not only in disbelief, but also a little fearful.

But Lin Xiaofeng and the others had looks of surprise on their faces.

Fatty Huang, Pang Chen and the others were a little confused.

At this time, an old man in white robes was standing on the roof behind Xiang Zhu and the others.

He clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the battlefield below with complicated eyes. His white robe was flying in the wind, and the bright moonlight shone on his face, allowing everyone to see his appearance clearly.
Chapter completed!