Entering the Dao Through Formations

The four hall masters of the Martial Suppression Four Halls were such a selection that Chen Yuan did not even know how to describe it.

Three traitors who betrayed their own side, plus one greedy piece of trash. Who knew where Chao Hongtu had dug up these four fools in the first place?

Perhaps, just as Liu Suifeng had said, the former elites of the Heavenly Martial Alliance had all been killed or crippled in that battle. Those left behind were people like Cui Wenzhong, petty schemers and self-serving scoundrels.

Ling Baiyan wanted Yang Yanxing dead; it was likely the Heaven-Forgetting Pavilion that had instructed her from behind the scenes.

Although the Heaven-Forgetting Pavilion had not acted yet, they too coveted Ningzhou.

Wei Yuanlong, meanwhile, had the imperial court behind him. The orders he had received were likely to weaken the Martial Suppression Hall as much as possible. Naturally, the more Martial Suppression Hall members died, the better.

"Hall Master Chen, are you saying they are all traitors? Do you have proof?"

Yang Yanzhao was still somewhat unable to believe it.

Cui Wenzhong being a traitor had been one thing, but now the hall masters of the other two halls were traitors as well. How had their Martial Suppression Hall endured until now?

Chen Yuan said flatly, "No proof. But if they stood by and watched Lord Yang die, do we still need proof? The Martial Suppression Hall has reached a critical juncture. One wrong move, and the whole game will be lost. Where do we have the time to waste on tangling with them?

"Two burdens who do nothing but hold us back have long since earned their deaths!"

Chen Yuan had not moved against Ling Baiyan and Wei Yuanlong before for two reasons: first, there was no evidence;