Jiang Hao stood behind the hall, struggling not to laugh.
Yan Shaozhe was trying just as hard to keep a straight face.
Ma Xiaotao, meanwhile, had already had her mouth stuffed shut with a handkerchief by Wooden Door Bro.
Who would have thought that old bastard would cry and play the victim?
Jiang Hao's Spiritual Sea was bustling. The many Clones could barely keep from laughing at the sight.
Banner Bro had reached the secret underground train station.
He boarded the Train waiting specifically for him and left the Dou Ling Empire.
The remaining Clones who had seized the Xuanming Sect had changed their clothes and accessories.
They had successfully taken the Xuanming Sect's place.
In the great hall, Xue Caikun looked up at Du Busi, who sat in the seat of honor disguised as Xu Wuwei.
His grip on the armor in his hand tightened. He glanced around, sweeping his gaze over the other seven elders present.
They were sitting there perfectly well, without a single injury.
How was that "gravely wounded"?
They simply didn't want to help him!
Xue Caikun gritted his teeth and cupped his hands. "Since the Xuanming Sect is also in grave danger, I'll take my leave."
He tried to hurry away, but Du Busi flashed in front of him.
"Wait. This old man has more to say."
"This sudden attack by the Evil Soul Masters has dealt the Xuanming Sect a devastating blow."
"I want to know exactly which Evil Soul Master organization you've provoked."
"To strike both the Dou Ling Empire and the Xuanming Sect without a shred of restraint—they've come to tear all ties apart!"
As he spoke, Du Busi, disguised as Xu Wuwei, extended his aged right hand.
He gripped the armor on Xue Caikun's shoulder and gave it a light