For the sake of revenge, Han Qianye and his son had prepared for more than 20 years.
However, Han Qianye only had the time to shoot a cannon at Light Summit before he died lightly at the bottom of the Icy Jade Pool.
Even before he died, he didn't leave a last word.
From the time Han Qianye went into the water to Yang Zhao carrying Han Qianye's corpse onto the shore, it had only been a cup of tea's time.
The people from the Ming Cult who thought that there would be a world-shaking battle only sighed.
What the young cult master said was really very reasonable.
In this day and age, any Tom, Dick, or Harry could run to Light Summit's Sacred Fire Hall to challenge their Sect Master.
Sigh, it's all Left Emissary Yang's fault. He's too unorganized.
He was really going back in time.
After Yang Zhao came ashore, Hu Qingyang's pretty face flushed as he helped Yang Zhao put on his clothes. The surrounding Ming Cult members who were watching the battle all looked at Yang Xiao with disdain.
At this moment, Yang Xiao's heart was also collapsing.
Damn it, there was no reason.
In Yang Xiao's plan, Han Qianye was a grandmaster and Yang Zhao had just advanced to Xiantian.
Han Qianye grew up by the sea, and Yang Zhao spent many years on the Light Summit.
Han Qianye had prepared for revenge for twenty years, and Yang Zhao was caught off guard by his own digging.
With Han Qianye's help, even if he couldn't kill Yang Zhao, he could still send Yang Zhao into the abyss without batting an eyelid.
There was no reason for a flawless plan to fail.
He was even f * cking seen by the people in the sect as having no structure and living more and more backwards!
Things shouldn't be like this.
Pondering for a long time, the very aggrieved Yang Xiao finally found a reason to comfort himself. It wasn't that his plan wasn't perfect enough, it was that Han Qianye that fellow was too useless.
He then arranged for his subordinates to dig out that fellow's corpse and grind his bones into ashes.
Being stared at by everyone strangely, Yang Xiao only felt extremely ashamed and furious.
However, since things had come to this, Yang Xiao could only grit his teeth and endure it, turning around and leaving silently.
"Left Emissary Yang, next time remember to open up the structure!”
Yang Zhao's figure came from behind.
Yang Xiao staggered and couldn't hold it in any longer. He activated his qinggong and disappeared from everyone's sight.
At this moment.
Even if the Ming Cult members were slow-witted, they could see the battle between Yang Zhao and Yang Xiao.
One was the young cult master, and the other was the Left Light Emissary.
Most of the people from the Ming Cult did not dare to get involved in this kind of top-notch power struggle. They all laughed dryly and greeted each other before leaving.
On the contrary, the other three Shakyamuni and five itinerant people stayed behind.
Wei Yixiao was the first to smile." Young Cult Master is indeed worthy of being a celestial being. You have done a great service in capturing Han Qianye. Old Bat, congratulations."”
Yang Zhao humbly replied," Bat King Wei, you're overpraising me. This is just a small contribution. It can't stop the Bat King from praising me."”
Wei Yixiao laughed. It's bone-chilling here. I, the old bat, can't stand the cold. Let's talk again another day.”
Yang Zhao smiled and said,"I'll definitely pay a visit to the Bat King Palace in the future."”
They exchanged pleasantries.
The cloak behind Wei Yixiao spread open and he instantly turned into green smoke, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
It had to be said that Wei Yixiao's talent in lightness skill was unparalleled. Even a martial grandmaster might not be able to compare to him.
As for the reason why Wei Yixiao had left in such a hurry, Yang Zhao could also guess.
Wei Yixiao wasn't very ambitious. It was one thing that he couldn't stand the stimulation of the cold air, but it was also a major reason that he wasn't willing to participate in the battle between Yang Zhao and Yang Xiao.
However, Wei Yixiao didn't know that.
Regarding Wei Yixiao and his intelligence network, Yang Zhao was already determined to obtain them.
With the Nine Yang Divine Skill in hand, Yang Zhao didn't think that Wei Yixiao could escape from his grasp.
He would let it endure for a period of time.
The bone-piercing cold air of the Icy Cold Palm could not be easily dispelled.
Only after he experienced despair would he know how rare hope was.
Wei Yixiao left.
Xie Xun and Yin Tianzheng quickly came forward to welcome them.
Xie Xun had a head full of golden hair and a large figure. He had a straightforward personality and had a heroic and heroic aura, but at the same time, he was also a stubborn person.
Fortunately, in terms of friendship, Yang Zhao and Xie Xun were actually quite close.
When Yang Zhao was young, Xie Xun had taught Yang Zhao his secret techniques, Lion Roar and Seven Injured Fist.
However, this closeness was mostly because Xie Xun treated him as Yang Zhao's elder, nothing more.
Yang Zhao had already begun to make preparations to control the Ming Cult. He had already begun to ponder in his heart. He wanted to upgrade the friendship between the two of them. No matter what, he had to make Xie Xun grateful and obey his orders.
Coincidentally, Xie Xun had a good teacher.
Cheng Kun was a very good chess piece.
Yang Zhao still had to ponder how to use Cheng Kun as a chess piece and to what extent he could make use of him.
As he thought about it, many thoughts flashed through Yang Zhao's mind.
And at this time, Yang Zhao had already caught up with Xie Xun and looked towards the White-Browed Eagle King, Yin Tianzheng, who had come up to welcome him.
In Yang Zhao's impression, Yin Tianzheng had a straightforward and fiery personality.
He was attracted by Yang Dingtian's charisma and followed Yang Dingtian to fight against the Hu Krupp. Halfway through, he brought many subordinates to join the Ming Cult.
During the years when Yang Dingtian was focused on the Ming Cult, Yin Tianzheng was absolutely loyal.
However, as Yang Dingtian went into seclusion more and more, the Ming Cult became more and more useless.
Perhaps Yin Tianzheng already had the thought of breaking out of the sect and establishing another mountain. At most, he was a little hesitant and had yet to make up his mind.
Their gazes met, each of them hiding their thoughts.
For a moment.
Whether it was Yang Zhao or Yin Tianzheng, they both noticed the other party's peculiarity.
After Yin Tianzheng left, other than the five unaffiliated members, only Doris was left.
Ming Cult's Purple, White, Golden, and Green Guardian Kings.
The Green-winged Bat King was in charge of intelligence gathering, spying, and assassination.
Golden Lion King is in charge of punishment, supervision and religious rules.
The White-Browed Eagle King was in charge of killing and was in charge of battles and attacks.
The purple-robed Dragon King was in charge of the administration.
Doris herself was extremely capable, had strong martial arts, and was as beautiful as a fairy. She was deeply loved by the Hierarch Madame and was also highly regarded by Yang Dingtian.
In the imperial court, Doris was like the Prime Minister and the Eldest Princess.
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