The Holy Spirit Cult Comes Calling
The fiery red figure quickly disappeared at the entrance of the council hall.
Only Qiangu Dongfeng remained, standing alone in the empty hall, his chest heaving violently, unable to calm down for Jiujiu.
Leng Yaozhu's resolute back view was like a red-hot needle, piercing his heart again and again.
He was burning with rage, his eyes almost overflowing with bloodlust.
"You bastard!"
Qiangu Dongfeng Feng slammed his hand hard on the table in front of him.
"Boom--!!!"
With a deafening roar, the long table, already riddled with cracks, could no longer withstand his furious blow and shattered on the spot, turning into countless fragments that scattered in all directions. The terrifying Soul Power spread along the ground, causing the bluestone floor of the council hall to crack inch by inch.
Splinters of wood and dust fell in a flurry.
Qiangu Dongfeng's chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath, the anger in his eyes finally subsiding slightly.
He turned around, walked to the head of the table, and plopped down in his seat.
The chair beneath him groaned under his weight.
Qiangu Dongfeng leaned back in his chair, slowly closed his eyes, and forcibly suppressed his surging blood and qi.
But as soon as she closed her eyes, what appeared in her mind was Leng Yaozhu's cold face, and the name she kept mentioning.
Yun Ming.
Also, Bai Yushan.
One was the woman he longed for but could not have, the man he yearned for.
One of them was a greenhorn he had never even given a second glance, yet in just six months, he turned the entire Federation upside down.
Now, these two people have become thorns in his side, a thorn in his flesh.
Qiangu Dongfeng opened his eyes, his gaze gloomy and somber it seemed as if water could drip from them.
He sat quietly in the chair, motionless, seemingly lost in thought.
The council chamber was deathly silent, save for his heavy breathing, which echoed slowly in the empty hall.
A moment later.
In the corner of the council chamber, the heavy shadow suddenly twisted eerily.
Immediately afterwards, a figure emerged silently, as if growing out of the shadows.
The man was completely shrouded in a large black robe, his face hidden by the hood, revealing only a pale chin. There was no fluctuation of Soul Power on his body; it was as if he had merged with the surrounding shadows.
"Pagoda Master Qiangu, what brings you such anger?"
The man in black spoke, his voice hoarse and eerie, carrying an indescribable chilling laugh, echoing Youyou in the silent council hall.
The gaze of the Qiangu Dongfeng suddenly sharpened.
He turned his head sharply, his sharp, eagle-like eyes sweeping coldly at the person who had entered from the shadows like two blades.
A powerful surge of Soul Power erupted from his body like a tidal wave, raging wildly towards the man in black!
"Who gave you permission to set foot here!"
His voice was icy and filled with murderous intent; the air in the entire council hall seemed to freeze under his oppressive aura.
How terrifying is the pressure exerted by Level 99 Limit Douluo?
Even a mere, unintentional leak of such a detail is enough to make Titled Douluo- level expert kneel and tremble, their soul scattered.
But the man in black, facing this terrifying pressure that could crush a person to death, showed no fear whatsoever.
He simply stood quietly in the shadows, without moving an inch.
The power of the Limit Douluo seemed to pose no threat to him.
Hehehe...
The man in black chuckled softly, a cold and grating laugh, "The Pagoda Master Qiangu, what a display of power."
He slowly raised his head, and two points of eerie green light flashed beneath his hood. "However, our relationship is merely one of cooperation, not one of superior and subordinate."
"If the Pagoda Master Qiangu harbors resentment towards the cooperation with the Holy Cult, that's simple."
The man in black shrugged, his tone nonchalant, "Our Holy Spirit Cult will henceforth have no further contact with you."
To retreat in order to advance.
These words sound light, but their weight is astonishing.
Upon hearing this, Qiangu Dongfeng's pupils contracted slightly, and the oppressive aura emanating from him also faltered.
He stared intently at the man in black, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.
If the cooperative relationship were exposed, it would be a catastrophic disaster for the Spirit Pagoda.
But the Holy Spirit Cult is no better.
Over the years, the two sides have been secretly dealing with each other, each taking what they need; neither side has a clean record.
If things really come to a head, resulting in a lose-lose situation, no one will benefit.
The man in black clearly understood this, which is why he dared to be so fearless.
Qiangu Dongfeng snorted coldly and slowly withdrew his oppressive aura.
Don't give me that crap.
He spoke curtly, his tone still icy, "What do you want this time, sneaking around like this?!"
"Speak your mind, or shut up. I don't have time for playing riddles with you."
The man in black chuckled and slowly stepped out of the shadows.
His footsteps were very light, landing on the ground without making a sound.
"The Pagoda Master Qiangu a man of few words and a quick temper."
He walked to a spot about ten feet away from the main seat, stopped, and slowly said, "Then I will speak frankly."
"The Holy Cult sent me here this time to try and get information about someone from the Pagoda Master Qiangu."
one person?
What a coincidence!
Qiangu Dongfeng raised an eyebrow slightly.
His mind raced, and almost instantly he understood the other party's intentions.
"Bai Yushan?"
He uttered those three words coldly, a sneer curling at the corner of his lips, "You also believe those rumors, thinking that kid possesses some kind of otherworldly inheritance?"
"I still believe I'm part of the Holy Spirit Cult; what power do I have?"
"So, it's nothing special after all."
The man in black shook his head, causing his hood to sway slightly.
Does right or wrong even matter anymore?
His voice echoed Youyou, "Pagoda Master Qiangu, you and I are both sensible people. A mere ten-year-old brat, a Three-Ring Soul Elder, is able to transcend several major realms and even defeat Soul Saint."
"No one would believe that such a person has no secrets whatsoever."
"Whether it's inheritance, opportunity, or even if he's a born freak, the Holy Cult wants to understand it all."
The Qiangu Dongfeng remains silent.
He had to admit that what the man in black said made sense.
Being one step ahead is genius.
Three quick steps, that's a monster.
If someone can move ten steps faster, then there's definitely something fishy going on.
In recent days, members of the Long Clan have been making moves one after another; the attitude of the War God Temple has become subtle; the military of the Sun Moon Federation has also been secretly mobilizing manpower; in addition, Leng Yaozhu has been desperately protecting them, and now the Holy Spirit Cult has personally come to their door.
Various forces followed one after another.
All of this made Qiangu Dongfeng, to some extent, develop a certain interest in that little devil named Bai Yushan.
He was very curious.
What secrets does that boy hold that could attract so many behemoths to flock to him?