Haotian Sect. Front yard.

Completely different from the cleanliness when we arrived yesterday, at this time, there were at least 150 people gathered in the courtyard. Most people were standing around, and in the center of the courtyard, the sect leader Tang Xiao and five white-haired old men stood there.

These five old men all looked to be at least eighty years old, but they were all energetic and glowing. One of the old men was talking to Tang Hao with a serious expression.

Everyone came to the courtyard under the leadership of Tang Yuehua.

"Taitai, Baihe, Niu Gao, Yang Wudi, this is a gathering within our direct lineage of Haotian Sect. It seems inappropriate for them to come here!" said an old man next to Tang Xiao.

Hearing this, Yang Wudi, who had a bad temper, was about to get angry immediately. But Tang Xiao spoke first.

"This matter seems to have something to do with them, so they are naturally qualified to participate."

The elder didn't continue to say anything. No matter what Yang Wudi and the four said, they were only at the Contra level, so they didn't take it too seriously.

No one continued to speak, and the scene fell into silence for a moment. At this moment, someone shouted, "Tang Hao's trash, get out of the Haotian Sect. You don't deserve to be here."

Following these provocative words, many young people from the sect immediately responded, and the courtyard suddenly became chaotic.

Tang San's eyes narrowed slightly, and just when Tang Xiao was about to say something to stop him, suddenly, a layer of faint white light spread from Tang San's body, instantly turning colorless.

However, the disciples of the Haotian Sect all felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. The cold and murderous aura instantly spread to every corner of the front yard.

The chaotic sounds suddenly stopped as if they were cut off by a sharp blade. Who would have thought that Tang San, who looked calm and elegant before, could actually release such tyrannical and murderous aura as if it were substantial.

Tang San glanced around and almost immediately found the sect disciple who spoke first. He was a young man who looked about the same age as him. He relied on his ability to identify positions by listening to voices and his tyrannical

Mental power, directly locked.

The strong murderous aura emanating from the surrounding air also condensed at this moment, all converging on this person.

The dissipated colorless murderous aura turned into white again, like a bridge connecting Tang San and the young man. Tang San's dark blue eyes had a faint layer of blood red. At this moment, Tang Yuehua seemed to be there again.

I saw Tang San when he first came to Yuexuan.

The moment the God of Death domain condensed on the young man in his early twenties, his whole face suddenly changed horribly, and a heavy chill directly invaded his skin. In his eyes, Tang San seemed to have turned into a bloodthirsty devil.

However, he is worthy of being a disciple of the Haotian Sect. Although he is not old, his cultivation is not shallow.

With a loud shout, black light surged from his right hand, and a black Clear Sky Hammer about one meter long suddenly came out, and four soul rings, two yellow and two purple, were released. With the powerful momentum of the martial soul, he could barely stabilize himself.

My own wavering mood.

This was the Clear Sky Hammer, and if it were a lower spirit, it would probably have collapsed under the impact of Tang San's God of Killing Domain combined with his mental power.

Tang Xiao shouted: "Tang San, don't be impudent in front of the elders."

Tang San didn't really intend to do anything. The white light calmed down. As if he had done nothing, he faced Tang Xiao again, bowed and saluted, "Greetings to the sect master, and greetings to the elders."

The five elders naturally felt the tyrannical murderous aura released from Tang San, and their expressions couldn't help but change. An elder with long white eyebrows said in a deep voice: "Killing God Domain."

Tang San didn't hide it, "Exactly."

Another slender elder sneered, "You have inherited Tang Hao's evil talent, but what if you have good talent? If another Tang Hao comes out of the sect, I'm afraid it will be destroyed. You, a third-generation descendant, will see you

Why don’t we kneel down yet?”

Tang San hesitated for a moment, but he still knelt down, not only because he was surrounded by his elders, but also because of his father's debt to the sect.

"Tang San is willing to forgive his father's sins and do his best to help the sect regain its glory. I ask the sect master and elders to allow me to recognize my ancestor and return to the sect."

The slender old man said angrily: "Fart, even if you blame your father for what he did, you can't even think of returning to the sect. You are his son and that evil soul beast, you are just a bastard. Although the Haotian Sect has closed the mountain gate,

But I won’t let a bastard return to the clan.”

"Seventh brother, be careful what you say, there are so many juniors watching." The long-browed old man frowned and said with some dissatisfaction.

Upon hearing the word bastard, Tang San's expression suddenly calmed down, and he still knelt there, slowly raising his head and looking at the thin elder.

"Who are you calling a bastard?" Although he did not release the God of Death Realm, the chill he released at this time was even colder than before.

Tang Xiao did not stop Tang San from questioning the thin elder. At this time, his face was livid with anger.

"Let's just talk about you, little bastard." The anger on the skinny elder's face was undisguised, and his body was already trembling with excitement. "If that beast Tang Hao hadn't caused trouble for the sect, my eldest son wouldn't be purchasing for the sect.

He was attacked and killed by Wuhun Palace on the way."

"According to your opinion, if my whole Su family was wiped out, the Wuhun Palace should not be blamed, but your Haotian Sect should be blamed?" Su Mucheng couldn't help but say after hearing what the seventh elder said.

"Who are you? Do you have the right to speak here?" Being contradicted, the Seventh Elder suddenly stood up from his seat. He burst out with the soul power of his titled Douluo and pressed towards Su Mucheng.

"Hmph~" Su Mucheng snorted coldly, and her soul power surged out, directly pressing the seventh elder back.

"Title Douluo."

The expressions in the eyes of several elders changed when they looked at Su Mucheng. Such a young Titled Douluo made them feel as if they were living as old as a dog. Only Tang Xiao's expression did not change, instead he showed a smile.

"Rumors in the world say that the leader of the War Soul Hammer is the Weiwei Haotian Sect. Today, it seems that it is just a joke."

"presumptuous."

Several elders immediately became furious and joined forces to put pressure on Su Mucheng.

"The No. 1 sect in the world, a disciple of the sect was being hunted down, but he didn't care. Afterwards, without any questioning, he was expelled from the sect and all the blame was placed on him alone.

I just ask, was Tang Hao a disciple of your Haotian Sect back then? No matter what he did, whether he was wrong or not, should the Haotian Sect handle it himself? Wuhun Palace ignored the Haotian Sect and directly attacked the disciples of the sect.

, you are afraid of Wuhun Palace, but now you are still here blaming and humiliating a junior.

Please tell me, where is the rumored outstanding battle soul hammer, the Weiwei Haotian Sect?"

Su Mucheng was completely ignoring the momentum and spoke slowly, but it made everyone feel a kind of unspeakable pressure.

At this moment, something surprising happened. Tang San suddenly faced the thin elder and kowtowed three times, "I'm sorry, Seventh Elder. I apologize to you on my behalf. But, your real enemy

It should be the Wuhun Palace, not us father and son."

When he said these words, Tang San's expression looked very sincere, and he kowtowed three times very hard. When he raised his head again, bloodshot eyes already appeared on his forehead.

Su Mucheng's words left everyone speechless, and Tang San also seized this opportunity to apologize to the Seventh Elder.

"Anyway, what happened back then was all caused by Tang Hao. If it weren't for him, how could we be in this situation now." Facing Su Mucheng and Tang San, the Seventh Elder once again emphasized Tang Hao's fault.

"Weak words, six years ago, I killed several Wuhun Temple bishops who participated in the massacre of my Su family, and three years ago, I even caused a riot in Wuhun City. No wonder you are so old that you can't reach the level of a titled Douluo

level." Su Mucheng's tone was calm, but extremely insulting.

"You..." The Seventh Elder was so angry at Su Mucheng that his whole body was a little confused.

Tang San stood up again, his originally sincere gaze suddenly turned sharp, "Although I don't think my father can be entirely blamed for what happened to the sect, but my father also implicated the sect after all. So I apologize to you. But, you

My previous words insulted my late mother, but I must seek justice. Seventh Elder, I challenge you, even if I die, I will have no regrets."

These few words were categorical. Although he had a handsome appearance and elegant temperament, at this moment everyone in the Haotian Sect felt the strong and sturdy aura from Tang San.

"You...want...to...challenge...me...?" The Seventh Elder felt that his anger had gone straight to his forehead. Forget it if he was retorted by Su Mucheng, after all, judging from the momentum just now, he should not be able to defeat him. But Tang San came up

It made him very uncomfortable to join in the fun.

Tang San said affirmatively: "Yes. Please give me advice from the Seventh Elder."

"Hahahaha." The seventh elder laughed loudly, and the wild laughter with rich soul power seemed to make the entire Haotian Sect tremble. "Okay, I will grant you."

"Senior sister..." Tang San actually challenged a titled Douluo, and seeing that the elder didn't seem to show mercy, Xiao Wu was a little flustered.
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