Mortal Bone: Practice Makes Perfect, Hard Grinding to Become a Martial Saint
Chapter 1228

The Pomp

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More than a dozen Heavenly Vessels lined up in the sky and slowly came to a halt. Each vessel was filled with martial artists: True Lords, Nascent Soul Tribulation Realm cultivators, and large numbers of True Man Realm and Transcendent Realm martial artists.

On the central Heavenly Vessel stood Black Armor Guards clad head to toe in armor. Their aura was even stronger than that of the Holy Son's guards.

Even the weakest among them were True Man Realm martial artists. Simply standing there, they exuded a grim, murderous air.

As expected of the Sect Master—what a grand display.

He finally understood why Yunhe had been unwilling to relinquish the position of acting Sect Master. Yet it truly held little appeal for him.

With a single thought, he could summon dozens of Heaven Penetrating Level battle beasts. He even dared to contend with Void Comprehension Realm cultivators. To him, combat strength was everything.

"Greetings, Deputy Sect Master!"

All the martial artists bowed respectfully, their voices shaking heaven and earth.

The crowd looked at this Deputy Sect Master, young beyond belief. Their faces remained respectful, but their thoughts varied—curiosity, shock, doubt, and dissatisfaction. A man who had never even set foot in the sect had somehow become its Deputy Sect Master.

Such an absurdity had never appeared in the history of the Tianli Sect, yet it had now become reality!

Qingshui said with a smile, "junior brother Fang, these are the people sent by the Sect Master Hall, the Five Peaks, and the Secret Realm Elders' Hall to welcome you!"

Fang Mo disliked such occasions; they wasted time. But since he would be managing the Tianli Sect in the future, there were people and matters he needed to understand. He nodded. "Let's go to the Sect Master Hall first. Introductions can

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