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Chapter 339: The Ancestral Land of Haotian Sect

As soon as Wang Zhao finished speaking, he raised the Necromancer's Scythe high in his hand and began to chant a magic incantation. Soon, a gray energy ball containing powerful destructive force appeared on the Necromancer's Scythe, and the size of the energy ball continued to grow.

Once he had accumulated enough power, Wang Zhao casually swung the Death Spirit Scythe towards the ancestral mountain of the Haotian Sect not far away.

"boom!"

Instantly, the gray energy ball flew out and blasted a large hole in the mountain.

Wang Zhao then shouted loudly, "You scoundrels from the Haotian Sect, get out here!"

"Who dares to invade my ancestral land?!"

Wang Zhao then heard a roar, and several figures appeared on the mountain one after another.

Seeing this, Wang Zhao stepped into the void, holding the Necromancer's Scythe behind him, his gray soul rings swirling around him, and slowly arrived above the ancestral land of the Haotian Sect, looking down at the crowd outside the main hall below.

By this time, many disciples of the Clear Sky Sect had gathered after hearing the commotion. Among them, one could vaguely see quite a few disciples who had suffered severed limbs due to the punishment inflicted by the Spirit Hall army when they visited the Clear Sky Sect.

Of course, Wang Zhao's main focus was on the group of high-ranking members of the Haotian Sect who were walking out of the main hall below.

Oh, that woman's here too...

Upon spotting a familiar figure among them, Wang Zhao raised an eyebrow but didn't pay much attention. After all, he was now Li Ming, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, and was still somewhat unfamiliar to many people on the continent. However, he quickly turned his gaze to Tang Xiao.

"You are Tang Xiao, the sect leader of the Haotian Sect?"

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"The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall..."

Looking at Wang Zhao's appearance, Tang Xiao quickly deduced Wang Zhao's identity from the recent news his sister, Tang Yuehua, sent back. His expression darkened, and with a hint of caution, he asked in a low voice:

What are you doing here?

"Oh, you still recognize me? The sect leader of Haotian Sect who has retired from the mountains. You're quite well-informed."

Wang Zhao smiled and glanced meaningfully at Tang Yuehua, who was standing behind Tang Xiao.

Tang Xiao frowned even more upon seeing this, subtly shifting his body to shield Tang Yuehua, and then secretly transmitted his voice to her, "Yuehua, go back to the main hall first, don't come out."

Unexpectedly, Tang Yuehua shook her head at Tang Xiao, then stepped forward instead, looked at Wang Zhao in the sky, and asked with a hint of politeness:

"Your Highness, what brings you to our ancestral land today?"

Wang Zhao glanced at her, then smiled and said to Tang Xiao, "Look, your sister is much more eloquent than you. She's been the sect leader for so many years, how come she's not as composed as your sister?"

"..."

A faint "well" character appeared on Tang Xiao's forehead.

Before we even met, you blew up my sect without saying a word. Who the hell is going to be polite to you? If you weren't the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, I would have pulled out my big black hammer the moment we met...

"Your Highness, please speak plainly about what you need."

Tang Xiao took a deep breath and said again.

Wang Zhao then stopped wasting words.

"I have come to your Haotian Sect's ancestral land today mainly to demand an explanation."

"Explanation? What explanation?"

Tang Xiao suppressed his anger and asked with some confusion.

Wang Zhao turned the Necromancer's Scythe in his hand to face him and aimed it directly at Tang Xiao. Tang Xiao instantly felt an unstoppable sharpness and couldn't help but clench his right hand, summoning his own Martial Soul, the Clear Sky Hammer. At the same time, he looked at the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall with vigilance, fearing that he would attack without warning at any moment.

However, Wang Zhao then stopped moving, only his expression turning righteous and awe-inspiring as he said, "According to the investigation by our Spirit Hall, the fallen Soul Master Tang Hao has slaughtered countless ordinary villagers on the continent, committing boundless sins..."

"You're talking nonsense!"

Upon hearing Wang Zhao's words, Tang Yuehua could no longer maintain her composure and elegance and couldn't help but retort:

"Brother Hao would never do such a thing."

"Yuehua, stop fooling around!"

The Grand Elder of the Clear Sky Sect keenly sensed something amiss in the current situation. For some reason, he even had a vague feeling of Bibi Dong, who was still the Holy Maiden at the time, leading the Spirit Hall army to intimidate the Clear Sky Sect. He couldn't help but step forward.

In any case, he didn't want any of the juniors in the sect to cause trouble again, giving the cunning Spirit Hall people an easy handle to use against him.

"Step back!"

Upon hearing this, Tang Yuehua paused for a moment before Tang Xiao pulled her to the back.

Then, the Grand Elder cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Wang Zhao, neither refuting nor admitting Wang Zhao's words, but simply stating:

"Your Highness, no matter what kind of monster Tang Hao has become or what sins he has committed, he has nothing to do with my Haotian Sect anymore."

Tang Xiao, who had stepped forward again, opened his mouth upon hearing this, but still didn't say anything.

The Grand Elder continued, "Besides, this is the ancestral land of my Haotian Sect. I remember that your esteemed High Priest made an agreement with our sect's former sect leader..."

"The Spirit Hall is forbidden from setting foot on this ancestral land of the Clear Sky Sect, is that right?"

Wang Zhao smiled nonchalantly.

"Uh, yes."

Upon hearing this, the Grand Elder was taken aback, then nodded.

"So, Your Highness, you attacked my ancestral land without provocation just now. Shouldn't you...?"

"Pah!"

Wang Zhao interrupted the Grand Elder again, his tone arrogant and disrespectful, which was in line with the persona he had created for himself under this pseudonym.

"You old bastard, are you planning to turn around and blame this Holy Son?"

The Grand Elder's face darkened, but the situation was beyond his control, and he dared not confront the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall directly.

After all, this "Li Ming" is said to be able to compete with that monstrous Dragon King Palace Master. According to what Tang Yuehua just said, the Dragon King Palace Master was able to fight to such an extent with Chen Xin of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School in the sect competition. It seems that this Holy Son is not much different.

In contrast, the current Haotian Sect... apart from the elderly Tang Xiao, who is barely a level 95 Super Douluo, there is only Tang Xiao, who has only broken through to become a level 95 Super Douluo in the last two years.

After pondering for a moment, the Grand Elder could only whisper, "Your Highness, you've misunderstood me..."

"Heh~"

Wang Zhao then let out a cold laugh.

"Since you're bringing up this old agreement with me, then that's perfect, I'll give you a good 'Great Memory Restoration Technique'."

"You are the Grand Elder of the Clear Sky Sect, right? If that's the case, you must have been there when my Spirit Hall army stormed your Clear Sky Sect's territory. Do you remember that your Clear Sky Sect promised my Spirit Hall that if Tang Hao caused any trouble outside, your Clear Sky Sect would bear all the responsibility?"

Upon hearing Wang Zhao's words, the expressions of several high-ranking members of the Haotian Sect changed drastically.

(End of this chapter)