Guangling's white robes billowed, and vast righteous golden light surged beneath his feet like a tide, spreading through the void:
"Qin Guan, you slaughtered the great Confucian scholars of my Confucian Sect. Today, This Seat has come personally to take your life."
Guangling's voice boomed like a great bell, transforming into circles of golden ripples that swept across heaven and earth.
From the direction of the Zhao Family's Back Mountain, a bloody sword light shot into the sky.
Qin Guan appeared opposite Guangling and the others.
The moment they saw Qin Guan, Guangling and the others began sizing him up.
This boy truly possessed some Supreme Treasure that had invisibly concealed both his aura and fate.
"Qin Guan!"
Qingran's eyes were bursting. "You killed my Junior Brothers and Senior Brothers. Today, the First Seat of our Confucian Sect has come in person—we will surely grind your bones to dust and scatter your ashes!"
Zhi Ming also glared fiercely at Qin Guan and shouted angrily, "little beast, even if you grew wings today, you could not escape! Hurry and call out everyone behind you so they can be buried with you!"
Qin Guan ignored Qingran and Zhi Ming's clamor, his calm gaze sweeping one by one across the eight elderly Confucian scholars.
Vast Righteous Qi around these eight men had condensed without dispersing. Their strength was clearly far greater than that of the thirty great Confucian scholars from that day.
Yet these eight posed no threat to him at all, and his gaze passed over them.
The two Nine Nether Hall assassins Sui Sui had mentioned had not revealed themselves. Qin Guan knew they must be concealed in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike.
But he was not worried either. He had also left two Great Demons at