Warning! A hidden dragon has emerged!

"Master, back then you led my junior brother and me to rob various sects in Kunlun, didn't you?"

Ling Yuyan's eyes lit up as if she had discovered a new continent, and she quickly echoed her, completely unaware of Su Qingyan's increasingly dark expression.

Su Qingyan's face darkened, and she glared fiercely at Ling Yuyan, gritting her teeth as she said:

"Was that robbery? I went to their door to reason with them, clarify right and wrong, and incidentally help them vent their anger. How can that be the same as what you're saying?"

"Yes, yes, yes! We're here to reason with them, clarify right and wrong, and incidentally avenge our Second Senior Sister and the fellow Daoists of the Wind and Rain Pavilion!"

Qin Quan quickly picked up the conversation, smiling sinisterly:

"They've turned the Wind and Rain Pavilion into a chaotic mess and killed many fellow Daoists from the Penglai Sect. This debt must be settled with them. Since we can't find Mo E, let's take our anger out on them and make them pay with their lives!"

"That's right! We still have Kane's body in our hands. The Church of Life can't escape; they have to give us an explanation!"

Gao Yuan echoed, her eyes filled with anger. Thinking of the fellow Daoist who had just died tragically, she felt indignant.

"Uh... okay!"

Looking at her disciples, who were filled with righteous indignation and expectation, Su Qingyan recalled the tragic scene at Fengyu Tower and the potential dangers Ling Yuyan might face in the future. In the end, she could only compromise, sighed softly, and agreed.

"Sect Leader Hong, we'll leave it to you to continue guarding the Wind and Rain Pavilion, tallying the casualties, and comforting the crowd. My disciples and I will go to seek justice for you and the Wind and Rain Pavilion, and for all the fellow cultivators who perished!"

Qin Quan patted Hong Feng on the shoulder and said with a smile.

Hong Feng subconsciously looked around, still shaken by the terror of the demonic attack, and hesitantly asked:

"Ninth Elder, what if Mo E launches a surprise attack? I'm afraid I won't be able to defend the Wind and Rain Tower."

"Don't worry, he definitely won't come back anytime soon."

Qin Quan said with great certainty:

"Although I wasn't there just now, my divine sense had already locked onto this place, and I saw everything that just happened clearly."

"My master's sword strike was far more powerful than the one I used on Penglai Island. Even if Mo E's soul was not destroyed, he was severely injured. Even if he devoured all the experts from the Hidden Immortal Sect and the White Eagle Alliance, he might not be able to recover to his previous level of cultivation. He simply won't have the strength to launch another sneak attack for a while."

Hearing Qin Quan say this, Hong Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief and bowed, saying:

"With Elder Jiu's words of reassurance, I am relieved! I will certainly live up to your trust, guard the Wind and Rain Tower well, and await your triumphant return!"

Time passed quietly, and night soon enveloped the earth.

Ling Yuyan quickly finished dealing with the mess at Fengyu Tower.

After everything was arranged.

Qin Quan and his four disciples then took to the air, carrying Kane's corpse, and transformed into four streaks of light, heading straight for the headquarters of the Church of Life at an extreme speed.

Meanwhile, the conference room in the White Eagle Alliance's Octagon building was brightly lit, and the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Clutching the battle report handed to him by his subordinates, Chuant was so angry that he felt dizzy and trembled all over. He couldn't sleep for several days. Now, he was raging at his subordinates, and his roar made the entire conference room tremble slightly.

"You bastard! What happened to your promise of absolute certainty? It was all a lie!"

Trump slammed the report in his hand onto the table, scattering the papers all over the floor.

"Where is Yang Zhentian? Tell him to come see me immediately. I want to ask him, is this the guarantee he gave me?"

In order to take down the Wind and Rain Tower in one fell swoop, Chuan Te dispatched almost the strongest force of the White Eagle Alliance, each of whom was a genetically engineered warrior he had carefully cultivated and was his darling.

But the result?

His prized genetic warriors did not die under the cannon fire of the Wind and Rain Tower, nor under the swords of the cultivators. Instead, they were devoured by the demons to restore their cultivation, and none of them returned.

That's not the worst part.

Currently, the war between the White Eagle Alliance and the Persian Ming Cult has reached a fever pitch.

They thought they could easily defeat the small Ming Cult and use the war to drive up energy and gold prices, making a fortune to make up for the previous trillion-dollar losses.

But things just didn't go as planned, and things didn't go as expected.

In just a few days, the White Eagle Alliance not only failed to gain any advantage in the war, but also suffered heavy losses and suffered repeated defeats.

What frustrated Chuan Te even more was that Qin Quan and Long Guo intercepted two-thirds of the spot gold and energy, cutting off his source of income.

The Persian Ming Cult became even more determined after each setback, with even the neighboring "Slipper Guy" joining the battle, thus endlessly stretching the White Eagle Alliance's battle lines and putting them in a difficult position.

"I have been unable to contact Sect Leader Yang, and I cannot reach him by phone."

The subordinate lowered his head and answered tremblingly, not daring to look up at Trump's furious expression.

Unable to contact them?

Chuant was furious. He slammed his hand on the table, instantly cracking the wooden surface. He shouted angrily.

"If we can't contact him, we'll go to the Hidden Immortal Sect. Even if we have to kidnap him, bring him to the Octagon Building. I want to find out for myself what he's really up to!"

"Yes! I'll take care of it right away!"

The subordinate dared not delay, quickly accepted the order, and turned to leave.

"What's wrong with the Alliance Leader? Aren't you afraid of hurting yourself by throwing such a tantrum?"

Just as his subordinate was about to leave, a mocking voice suddenly rang out, and Yang Zhentian's figure appeared out of thin air in the room, with a lazy smile on his face, not taking Chuant's rage seriously at all.

Chuant abruptly stood up, grabbed the remaining combat report from the table, and slammed it onto Yang Zhentian, roaring angrily:

"Sect Leader Yang! Take a good look! Is this the absolute certainty you promised me? My gene warriors didn't die under enemy guns, but were devoured by that so-called Demon King!"

"Tell me, what exactly happened?"

Yang Zhentian patted the papers off his body, didn't even glance at the reports, and walked straight to the chair next to the main seat, where he crossed his legs in front of Trump.

He was still playing with a cigar in his hand, and his arrogant demeanor made it seem as if the Octagon was not the headquarters of the White Eagle Alliance, but his own Hidden Immortal Sect, and he didn't take Chuant seriously at all.

"Yang Zhentian, watch your words and actions! This is the Octagon, White Eagle Alliance territory, not a place for you to run wild!"

Chuan Te was trembling with rage, pointing at Yang Zhentian, his voice filled with fury.

"Your Excellency, at this critical juncture, do we still care about these empty formalities?"

Yang Zhentian lit a cigar, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled the smoke.

"Have you considered that if we don't eliminate the Wind and Rain Tower, we'll eventually be attacked from both sides?"

"In front, the Persian Ming Cult is blockading the seas and cutting off our supplies; behind, the Fengyulou is reaping the benefits while watching our weaknesses."

"Alliance Leader, if the war drags on, our losses will only increase. By then, let alone making up for the losses, the White Eagle Alliance might be completely destroyed!"

"Do you think I don't know that? But what can I do now?"

"I can't breathe," Chuan Te said through gritted teeth, his face full of frustration and helplessness.

He is now in a dilemma. He originally wanted to launch a blitzkrieg to defeat the Ming Cult, but he has been caught in a protracted war. He has long lost the initiative and can't stop even if he wants to.