Chapter 415 The Entrustment of Resurrection
Ji Wantang's spirit flickered. Before Lin Zhao completely extinguished it, she and Lin Zhao exchanged a telepathic message. Afterward, Lin Zhao's expression turned indifferent as he looked at Ji Wantang, a strong killing intent appearing in his eyes.

The next moment, she unleashed her Golden Crow Divine Fire, enveloping Ji Wantang's soul and threatening to annihilate it into nothingness in an instant.

However, a sigh came from the sky that made all the cultivators present feel their hearts pound.

Then, several white rays of light appeared out of thin air in front of Lin Zhao, and the next moment, Ji Wantang's somewhat transparent soul was already in their hands.

The white figure at the head seemed to give Lin Zhao a deep look before disappearing with Ji Wantang.

—They rescued Ji Wantang.

Lin Zhao frowned. Compared to the other cultivators present who felt a desire to submit to these suddenly appearing lights and shadows, she only felt apprehensive.

Theoretically speaking, even a True Immortal level expert could not interfere in this imperial election.

Therefore, these figures of light and shadow must be powerful beings at the True Immortal level or above?
The appearance of a powerhouse of this caliber here...

Lin Zhao stood in the air for a long time without any reaction.

The five True Immortals watching outside were already in an uproar when Lin Zhao launched his counterattack.

Perhaps because Wuya had been too arrogant before, even Qianxuan and Tianyin cheered for Lin Zhao this time.

"Mid-stage Nascent Soul realm, and with that spiritual energy foundation, it should be at least 250 million, right?" Fire Phoenix nodded approvingly: "Truly worthy of being a woman favored by the plane."

These words made Wuya's face turn ashen, for no other reason than this.

Isn't Ji Wantang a woman favored by the world?

However, they were outmaneuvered by the power of the Heavenly Phoenix Plane.

In the end, he could only say with a gloomy face, "What kind of real skill is it to borrow the power of another dimension?"

At this moment, even Tianyin from Hehuan Palace couldn't help but retort: ​​"Could it be that Ji Wantang's advancement to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm and the healing of her injuries in the Divine Soul World were all due to her own efforts? If it weren't for the intervention of the Upper Realm, her injuries would have been even more severe than Lin Zhao's, right? She won support through her own talent, each relying on her own abilities. How can that not be considered true ability?"

"That's not quite right." Qianxuan glanced at Wuya, not minding adding fuel to the fire at this moment: "The reason Ji Wantang was able to gain the upper hand before was largely because Lin Zhao used most of her strength to protect the disciples of various sects. So even though Lin Zhao was seriously injured, she was still able to fight Ji Wantang to a draw. Ji Wantang's best skill is probably taking advantage of others' misfortunes, isn't it?"

Wuya was repeatedly ridiculed and lost all face.

However, these two were only mocking his face, but Linghe, who had been holding back for a long time, wanted to make him lose both face and substance: "All your efforts were in vain. Didn't your Bright Hall also fail to get the position you wanted? You lost both your wife and your army."

Wuya clenched his fist, looked at Linghe, and squeezed out a "you" but didn't know what to say in response.

If their Bright Hall succeeds this time, then things will be fine.

History is always written by the victors. Outsiders might say that the Bright Hall is ruthless enough, but now they have been defeated and lost so many talented disciples...

Thinking of this, a sinister glint flashed in Wuya's eyes.

This matter, which has been authorized by the higher-ups of the Bright Hall, must absolutely not be leaked!

At the very least, no one within the Bright Hall should know that this was a decision made by the higher-ups.

Therefore, none of the victims in this incident should be left alive.

As long as everyone dies, the higher-ups of the Bright Hall will insist that this was Ji Wantang's personal decision and that he will take full responsibility for his reaction to the outside world. They will not allow the sect to be associated with the reputation of not valuing the lives of its disciples!

Otherwise, after Lin Zhao ascended to the throne, there would be no need for him to deal with the Bright Hall; the Bright Hall itself would be in chaos on its own.

Wuya looked at the remaining disciples of the Bright Hall, his gaze gradually turning cold.

The four True Immortals beside him had known Wuyai for many years, and they could tell what he was thinking just by sensing the change in his aura.

Ling He sneered, "To be blinded by a leaf, to deceive oneself is most laughable." Does Wuya really think everyone is a fool?

Even if he could silence the other forces, he couldn't silence the disciples of the other powerful forces.

What the disciples of the Bright Hall said at that time was witnessed not only by them, but by tens of thousands of other disciples.

Wuya naturally knew that his ideas were somewhat unrealistic.

But so what?

Are we really going to let Guangming Hall solidify its reputation for not valuing the lives of its disciples?
After losing Ji Wantang and a generation of young prodigies, Guangming Hall must not lose its reputation for treating its disciples well, especially given the subsequent targeting by the Ancestral Phoenix Emperor.

Even if it's just empty talk and sophistry, Guangming Hall still has to maintain its internal stability!

For now, let's not worry about what others think; the Guangming Hall must not descend into chaos.

Lin Zhao was unaware that the bigwigs outside were already debating future decisions. It was long after Ji Wantang was rescued that she began to move again.

The next moment, she appeared in front of the last remaining disciple of the Hall of Light.

The disciple looked at her with a complex yet cold expression: "You want to kill me?"

Lin Zhao's lips twitched: "You can't beat me, and you haven't done anything too outrageous to me, so I don't need to kill you. I'm looking for you because of this."

She laid out more than eighty complete soul entities in her hands.

"These were given to me by Ji Wantang."

The disciples of the Bright Hall and the disciples of other forces all had their pupils shrink when they saw these souls.

Isn't that the Bright Hall disciple that Ji Wantang killed before?!
Are their souls still alive?
"Oh, and this too." Lin Zhao took out a ring and took out more than eighty jade bottles from it: "This is the Qiankun Jade Purification Bottle. Inside are their nascent souls. Although Ji Wantang absorbed their spiritual energy and physical bodies, the nascent souls were sealed for them, and their souls are intact. When their souls merge with the nascent souls, they can reshape their physical bodies."

The disciple stared blankly at the eighty-odd divine souls and jade bottles handed to him, speechless.

"However, their soul lamps placed in the Hall of Light have been extinguished, and their physical bodies have been destroyed. They can no longer be considered disciples of the Hall of Light, and the Hall of Light has no way to detect their life or death..."

Lin Zhao paused for a moment, then said, "Ji Wantang asked me to tell you these things. Also, she wants me to say something to you."

The disciple of the Bright Hall embraced his fellow disciple's soul, his voice trembling: "What did she say?"

Lin Zhao's expression shifted, and in an instant, she seemed to transform into Ji Wantang, whose expression was indifferent yet ruthless and crazed: "I will bear the consequences of my actions alone. If we fail today, the Bright Hall should be destroyed."

The disciple opened the jade bottle and watched as his soul merged with the nascent soul inside, rapidly absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to restore his physical body. Suddenly, he burst into tears.

But the joy of his fellow disciples being resurrected brought a smile back to his face.

He laughed and cried at the same time, finally throwing his Bright Hall badge on the ground: "It's all meaningless."

Meanwhile, the five True Immortals watching the scene on the light screen also had different expressions.

Wuya sat in his original spot, his face completely drained of color.

No matter how ruthless he was, he could not kill more than eighty young prodigies who were not under the jurisdiction of their Bright Hall or the control of the Soul Lamp at the same time.

Because these disciples came from forces that were not ordinary either.

This time, the Bright Hall... has failed.

It wasn't because of Lin Zhao, it was because of...

Ji Wantang.


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