Throne of Gods: Divine thunder descends, and the Qilin descends upon the world!

Chapter 96 Deputy Hall Master? That's terrifying!

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"Commander, should we submit a joint petition directly to the Holy City Government?" Chen Ying'er suggested.

Yuehui sneered: "Overstepping one's authority in reporting is inappropriate. However..."

A sharp glint flashed in his eyes. "Isn't this the territory of the Warrior's Temple? We're just about to pay them a visit, so let them handle it first."

"If the Warriors' Temple does not take action, it is not too late to report to the Holy City."

Han Qianyu's confidence and fearlessness must mean he has someone backing him.

But even the strongest backer can't outdo his Demon Hunter Squad's background.

You should know that these six people are the "crown princes" of the six great temples!
Behind them stood the only two titled demon hunter groups in the Holy Temple Alliance—the Fall of the Demon Gods!
Even the six temple masters had to act like grandsons in front of the fall of the demon god.

An impeachment order forced even the leader of the Temple Alliance to resign!

“I know the way to the Temple of Warriors well, I’ll lead the way!” Wang Yuanyuan said.

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Due to the previous unpleasantness, the group abandoned their plan to rest in Starseeker City and set off directly for the Warrior's Temple in the Southeast Fortress.

As the sun set, the seven of them, led by Wang Yuanyuan, arrived at the majestic main hall of the Warrior's Temple.

"Please inform them," Moonbeam said, showing the Demon Hunter token to the gatekeeper. "The entire Sixty-Fourth Demon Hunter Squad, Commander-level, requests an audience with the Temple Master of the Warrior Temple."

The guards' eyes sharpened – who among those who could stand guard in the main temple wasn't exceptionally perceptive?

Not to mention the chilling rage emanating from this young demon hunter team, which was practically tangible.

"Please wait a moment." The guard nodded solemnly, gave a standard soldier's salute, and immediately turned and hurried into the hall to report.

Before long, the guard returned quickly, followed by a middle-aged man who looked to be in his early forties and had a burly build.

"Huh? Such a young demon hunter team?" The middle-aged man's gaze swept over the crowd, suddenly stopping on Wang Yuanyuan. "Yuanyuan? Long time no see!"

“Uncle Xu.” Wang Yuanyuan nodded slightly.

"Is this your demon hunter group?" the middle-aged man asked kindly.

“Hello,” Yuehui stepped forward, “I am Yuehui, the leader of the 64th Demon Hunter Team (ranked as Commander).

"Excuse me," the middle-aged man laughed heartily, "I am Xu Zhongliang, the deputy head of the Berserker Hall of the Warrior Temple. May I ask what brings you all here today?"

Moonlight looked around: "This is probably not the place to talk."

“It was my oversight,” Xu Zhongliang slapped his forehead and stepped aside to make way for everyone. “Please follow me.”

Yuehui nodded in acknowledgment and led everyone to follow Xu Zhongliang into the temple.

The architectural style of the Warrior's Temple is completely different from that of the Priest's Temple. It is less refined and elegant, but more rugged and bold.

Upon entering the main gate, one is greeted by a magnificent hall that rises to a height of thirty meters, its expansive dome conveying a sense of grandeur and power.

In the very center of the hall, a lifelike statue stands quietly.

Wang Yuanyuan and Long Haochen stopped in their tracks and solemnly bowed to the statue.

"And who is this young friend?" Xu Zhongliang looked at Long Haochen with curiosity.

Since he and Wang Yuanyuan belong to the same demon hunter group, Long Haochen obviously cannot be a warrior.

He was quite surprised that a non-warrior would bow to Ye Wushang's statue.

“Master Xu,” Yuehui explained at the right moment, “we have two purposes for coming to the Warrior’s Temple. One is about him—Long Haochen, a knight in our group.”

"Oh?" Xu Zhongliang frowned slightly, his face full of doubt.

Long Haochen stepped forward and gave a standard knightly salute: "I wonder if the Holy Temple has heard of the awakening of Senior Ye Wushang's sword in the Holy City a few months ago?"

"what?!"

Xu Zhongliang's pupils contracted sharply as he stared at Long Haochen in shock, his breath catching in his throat.

The Warriors' Temple was aware of this news and even sent a deputy temple master to investigate.

Unfortunately, Ye Weiyang kept his mouth shut, and in the end, he had no choice but to give up.

Upon hearing Long Haochen bring up the matter again, Xu Zhongliang was so shocked he couldn't speak. But what shocked him even more was what followed—

Long Haochen slowly raised his right hand, and his entire arm instantly radiated a dazzling golden light.

As the light faded, a sharp sword intent suddenly erupted, instantly sweeping across the entire temple hall.

"This is..." Xu Zhongliang's eyes widened, his lips trembling uncontrollably.

All the warriors in the temple stopped in their tracks, drawn by the familiar sword intent.

Upon seeing the divine sword in Long Haochen's hand, Xu Zhongliang did not hesitate to give a warrior's salute of the highest standard.

Immediately afterwards, all the soldiers in the hall bowed in unison.

There is no other reason than that the possessor of this sword intent is the eternal legend of their Southeast Fortress, the supreme hero in the hearts of every warrior—Ye Wushang!

"I have come here today hoping to leave a trace of sword intent for the statue of Senior Ye Wushang," Long Haochen said solemnly, putting away the Aria of the Goddess of Light.

"Please wait a moment, I'll go and fetch the Palace Master right away!" Upon hearing this, Xu Zhongliang hurriedly left.

Before long, the sound of orderly footsteps came from the steps on the side of the hall.

More than ten imposing warriors descended in succession, led by an elderly man with white hair wearing a golden robe—none other than Qiu Yonghao, the current head of the Warriors' Temple.

Behind him were all high-ranking members of the Holy Temple, at least at the eighth rank.

"Young friend," Qiu Yonghao's voice trembled slightly, "may I take another look at the divine sword?"

Long Haochen nodded solemnly, and his right hand once again emitted a dazzling golden light.

The familiar sword intent from the Aria of the Goddess of Light instantly filled the entire temple hall.

When that familiar golden hue reappeared before their eyes, all the high-ranking members of the Warrior Temple held their breath.

Several elderly elders were overcome with emotion, tears streaming down their faces.

The most excited person was Qiu Yonghao himself.

The Temple Master of the Warriors Temple, at this moment, gripped the sword tightly like a child, sobbing uncontrollably:

"Brother! Brother! I've finally seen your sword again. You've become a hero to all mankind, but you've made me lose my most beloved elder brother forever."

With his mournful cry, all the warriors of the Temple bowed deeply to the divine sword once more, filling the entire hall with a solemn and sorrowful atmosphere.

Qiu Yonghao took a deep breath, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, his voice still choked with emotion:

"I apologize for my rudeness. You must be Long Xingyu's son, Long Haochen?"

As a witness to the formation of the Moonshine Demon Hunter Team, he naturally knew Long Haochen's identity.

“That’s right,” Long Haochen replied respectfully.

"Please accept my condolences, Lord Temple Master," he said solemnly. "Although I cannot leave behind the divine sword, I wish to infuse the statue of Night Marshal with a sword intent."

"Arrogant!" a soldier of similar age to Qiu Yonghao interrupted sharply.

"The Night General's statue has stood here for a hundred years. How dare you, a junior, disturb it? What if it gets damaged? In my opinion, the right thing to do is to leave the divine sword behind and enshrine it beneath the statue!"

His eyes were wide open, radiating an imposing aura. The other high-ranking officials in the hall nodded in agreement, clearly indicating that the proposal had received considerable support.

Yuehui frowned and said bluntly, "Ye Wushang's descendants have recognized Long Haochen, and Ye Wushang's divine sword has also recognized Long Haochen. What right do you have to demand that the divine sword be left behind?"

He sneered, his gaze sweeping across everyone present like lightning: "The divine sword has been sealed away in the Ye family for a hundred years. In these hundred years, has any of you been able to gain its approval?"

"Do you know why?" Moonlight's voice suddenly rose, "Because you—don't deserve it!"

These words were like a resounding slap in the face, instantly turning the faces of all the high-ranking members of the Warrior Temple present ugly.

The old man who was publicly refuted was furious, and the aura of a ninth-level expert suddenly erupted.

"How dare you! I am the Vice Temple Master of the Warrior's Temple. How can I allow a junior like you to spout such nonsense here!"

However, this oppressive force, which was enough to suffocate anyone below the eighth rank, was like a gentle breeze to Yuehui.

A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips:

"Vice Hall Master? Ha, that's terrifying!"

(End of this chapter)