Those who provoked the Demon Venerable had to pay tenfold, a hundredfold.
Besides, there was not a single good person in the Heavenly Yin Sect.
It was time for it to be wiped out.
At this thought, he abruptly soared into the air, his Dharma Body growing larger once more as a mighty voice rang out.
"Convey my command! Activate the Blood Rain Order! Every hall and every disciple of the Blood Rain Cult is to march on the Heavenly Yin Sect and annihilate it!"
Amplified by the surging Dharma Body, his voice spread across the land.
Soon, figure after figure rushed out from within the Blood Rain Cult.
They formed a dense black mass, like dark clouds.
They swept toward the distance.
That grim killing intent could almost engulf everything.
Meanwhile, Fang Yang turned his gaze toward Ye Qinghong.
He looked at his eldest disciple, whose lips were tightly clenched and whose face was expressionless.
And at the five Matchmaking Points he had gained.
He sighed inwardly.
Sure enough, his eldest disciple's feelings for him were far from pure.
Otherwise, why would his Fated Bond Points have risen so quickly after that kiss?
And why would he have risked danger and suppressed his hatred to come help him?
Such deep hatred needed to be watered with love.
Perhaps only then could his eldest disciple's heart suffer a little less torment.
At this thought, Fang Yang shook his head helplessly.
He flew straight down.
Please, dear readers, let's go, go, go!
Chapter 80: My Disciple, You've Had to Endure So Much
By then, the Azure Shadow Sword had long since flown back into Ye Qinghong's hand.
Ye Qinghong's ponytail fluttered, his eyes cold and clear.
He was just about to head to the Heavenly Yin Sect as well.
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