Puyu smiled calmly, looking at everyone present with the gaze one reserved for a pack of dead men.
The one standing in the middle of the five old men behind him held a bloodied, mangled head in his hand. That small, savage face clearly belonged to Adi, who had fled at top speed after unleashing that earth-shattering strike just moments ago. Evidently, Adi had failed to kill Ying Zheng and the others. Instead, he himself had been intercepted and slain midway, his head taken as a trophy.
The bald old man lightly tossed Adi's head onto the ground, then crushed it beneath his foot. He slowly nodded to the three Lin Shan brothers. "The three of you are strong, but we have five men. Unless something unexpected happens... though there should not be any unexpected developments, should there?"
Puyu nodded with a smile. "Martial Ancestor, the only unexpected development was Martial Ancestor Wei Long's unfortunate death... but it was worth it. So long as everyone here is killed—including Senior Brother Miaowen—our Mingtuo Peak branch will surely rise to lead all others."
Miaowen's expression turned incomparably ugly. He shouted sharply, "Puyu, have you gone mad?"
Puyu looked coldly at Miaowen and said in a deep voice, "Things have come to this. Spare me the nonsense. I must give the elders of our sect an explanation for Martial Ancestor Wei Long's death. If the Mingtuo Peak branch replaces the Heavenly Temple Upper Court and becomes Heavenly Temple's true core lineage, that achievement will be enough to offset Martial Ancestor Wei Long's unfortunate death!"
With a cold snort, Puyu turned and bowed to the five old men. "I ask the five Martial Ancestors to take action!"
The five bald old men smiled. Three became afterimages as they lunged at the three Lin Shan