Nangong Wentian's face darkened. He shook his head with a mocking smile.
"To be honest, I never thought that today, after a thousand years of brotherhood, you would push the Saint Weapon Pavilion into the abyss for your own benefit.”
"Right now, I really want to kill all of you.”
At this point, he paused for a moment and looked around with a murderous gaze.
The elders were terrified, and even the Second Elder of the Saint Weapon Pavilion could not help but tremble. Why? Because Nangong Wentian's prestige had been deeply engraved in their hearts.
He laughed mockingly." But, I'm looking at this foul and foul Saint Artifact Chamber. So what if I kill you?" He still couldn't be saved, hahahaha.”
The current Sage Tool Pavilion would only make him feel disgusted.
Why? Because the entire sect was rotten to the core!
Other than scheming, they would kill each other. Fighting for benefits became the development of the entire sect.
It was also because of this that everyone in the Saint Weapon Pavilion was arrogant. It was also why there was such an arrogant young pavilion master who had brought disaster upon himself.
He had already detached himself from the situation and was watching the entire game as an outsider.
It was a dead end. The Saint Artifact Pavilion was already in a dead end.
No one could save it, even if the Saint Weapon Pavilion doubled its strength.
This was because many warriors would beg the Sage Tool Pavilion to forge Numinous Treasures. Even Venerable experts would show some courtesy to the Sage Tool Pavilion's disciples. After all, who didn't ask for help?
Moreover, the smithing arts of the Saint Weapon Pavilion could indeed be considered the best in the world. Otherwise, based on the temperament of the world's martial artists, would they let you off if they were unhappy with you?
The thinking of everyone in the Sage Tool Pavilion was, I'm the boss, Tian Er!
The Second Elder narrowed his eyes and suppressed the fear in his heart. He mocked,"Heh, foul air? The Saint Artifact Pavilion is at its peak now. No one in the world dares to defy our abilities!”
"Right now, countless martial artists in the world are begging us to forge a spirit weapon treasure for them, even if it's twenty percent or even double the price of a spirit treasure of the same rank.”
"Now, all the warriors in the world are begging us. If we want to improve, we have to expand and expand!”
"Under your leadership, there was no competition in the entire sect. Anyone who hears the name of the Sage Tool Pavilion will be terrified.”
"Moreover, we are taking revenge for your disciple! Listen carefully, it's yours! Your disciple! Not us!"
With a leader, the elders were less afraid of Nangong Wentian and quickly said.
"That's right. During the three hundred years that you were in seclusion, Pavilion Master, we were the ones who managed the Sage Artifact Pavilion. Now that he's slowly rising, what does a mere Fang Clan mean to him?”
"Even if the Nine Suns Holy Land and the Heavenly Palace form an alliance with us, we won't be afraid. As long as we spread the word that anyone who can help us fight will be able to forge spirit weapons and treasures for free.”
"In this way, all the martial artists in the world will stand on our side.”
The elders 'eyes were filled with fanaticism. In these 300 years, they had already cultivated their eyes to be above their heads.
Nangong Wentian shook his head, completely disheartened.
There are many sects in the world who don't like the Sage Tool Pavilion. It's already good enough that they didn't kick you when you're down, but you actually expect them to help?
"My disciple deserves to die.”
"Since you want to rely on this battle to continue strengthening the Saint Artifact Pavilion, ha…forget it, forget it. Just wait and see.”
"I will watch you fall into the abyss.”
Then, he flicked his sleeves and left. The First Elder followed behind him silently.
Just like that old servant and that young man, one master and one servant, roaming the world.
However, at this moment, four shadows stepped out from the void.
They were the Supreme Elders of the Saint Weapon Pavilion and Nangong Wentian's original team. However, they didn't like fighting and chose to be Supreme Elders, cultivating in seclusion.
"The four of us are willing to follow big brother!”
"It's fine if we don't have the Sage Tool Pavilion now.”
"I wonder if big brother is willing to continue leading us brothers to conquer the world!”
"To rebuild a transcending power, six Saints are enough!”
They walked out of the hall without looking at any of the elders as if they were nothingness.
"The four great grand elders…are they all leaving the Saint Artifact Pavilion?”
"It can't be. If that's the case, can the Fang family really withstand the loss of six Saints at once?”
Some elders began to question him.
The departure of the six Saints had greatly reduced the strength of the entire Saint Weapon Pavilion. They had lost nearly half of their high-end combat strength.
They had a total of 14 Saints, of which the eight Sages were the original group. Now, only the Second Elder and the Third Elder were left, and two of the six priests had died.
Now, there would only be six Saints left in the Saint Weapon Pavilion.
If the three transcending powers attacked, they might not be able to hold on.
The Second Elder's eyes flashed with a trace of hatred. He let out a long sigh and said,"It's just that six Saints are missing. I don't care about the Fang family.”
"Immediately issue a reinforcement order. Kill any of the three clans 'martial artists and you'll receive a Numinous Treasure of the same rank as yourself!”
"If you kill a Supreme Realm expert, you will be rewarded with an incomplete sacred weapon or a semi-sacred weapon!”
"Killing a Saint will reward you with an intact Saint Weapon that I refined!”
"All the martial artists in the world are at my disposal. What is there to fear from a mere Fang family?”
"Also, announce to the world that the Fang family's heir will use the heads of the nine families of the Fang family to pay homage to my young pavilion master!”
The Second Elder's deep voice echoed in the air above the Saint Weapon Pavilion.
He wanted to use this battle to expand the Saint Weapon Pavilion and become the number one sect in the world.
From now on, all the holy lands and invincible empires had to kneel!
As for the Fang family…Hehehe, they were just a stepping stone for him.
Nangong Wentian shook his head and flew away without looking back.
Stupidity wasn't scary. What was scary was that you didn't know that you were stupid. Becoming enemies with the three transcending powers was simply courting death.
"Buzz…"
At this moment, the void trembled slightly.
"I didn't expect that even after I haven't been born for 10,000 years, there would actually be a younger generation who wants to use the heads of my nine clan members to worship the heavens.”
"I was going to leave a joss stick for the Sage Tool Pavilion, but it seems like there's no need for that.”
The Saint Domain enveloped the entire Saint Weapon Pavilion in an instant.
Endless thunderclouds surged, and the aura of destruction ran amok in the world. The laws of the Great Path collapsed, as if the end of the world.
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P.S. After writing for the whole night, I wrote about three chapters. When I was about to go to bed, I suddenly realized that I hadn't uploaded it…How embarrassing.
He had slept. He had one update in the afternoon and the rest after he woke up in the afternoon.
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