The members of the Avengers Alliance were plotting against the Chaos Holy Land. One after another, they proposed sinister schemes, and the discussion was extremely lively.
In the end, they decided to proceed in two steps.
First, lure the tiger away from the mountain—separate Xiao Yun from the Chaos Holy Land, then seize the chance to deal with the Chaos Holy Land.
Second, recruit as many people as possible into the Avengers Alliance. The Wu Family, for example, along with other factions that had conflicts with the Chaos Holy Land, could all be brought in.
After all, the other factions also feared the strength of the Chaos Holy Land.
No one wanted a powerful faction hanging over their heads, capable of destroying them at any moment.
Sword Pavilion.
Lei Zhan sat in command here, with his son, the young master of Sword Pavilion, seated opposite him.
Although the young master of Sword Pavilion had had his cultivation sealed by him, he still retained his personal freedom. He simply could not use his power or leave Sword Pavilion, having been placed under house arrest by Lei Zhan.
"Tell me, what exactly is going on with you? Why can't I detect anything at all?"
Lei Zhan stared intently at the young master of Sword Pavilion before him and spoke with a frown.
With the strength of a quasi-Emperor, he had already examined every single cell in the young master of Sword Pavilion's body, yet he still had not detected anything unusual.
He had even risked searching the young master of Sword Pavilion's soul once, but had found nothing abnormal.
There was no sign whatsoever that the young master of Sword Pavilion's soul had been manipulated by someone.
"Father, how many times must I tell you? There is truly nothing wrong with me."