Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

Bang!!

The tea splashed onto Song Xuan's sleeves.

The man looked down condescendingly at the old man with a face full of malice.

The eyes of the two men met, and the space was slightly distorted.

Powerful pressure crazily crushed in the air!

This was a confrontation on the surface!

It was conceivable that Ke Yongsheng was now at the end of his rope.

He even tore his face with Song Xuan in the main hall of the sect, regardless of the occasion.

The many elders and enshrined cultivators below all felt turbulent waves in their hearts.

"This... is the Grand Elder crazy?!"

"He actually confronted the Sect Master head-on in the hall... It seems that I have to think carefully about what to do next."

"Everyone is saying that the Grand Elder is a dying man, and that cultivators whose lifespan is about to end are all lunatics. This saying is indeed correct."

The faces of the people below changed one after another.

Song Xuan, who was in the main seat, saw everything in his eyes and snorted coldly. The pressure of a Golden Immortal instantly crushed Ke Yongsheng!

Bang!

The chair under the old man shattered, and even the cane in his hand cracked.

Ke Yongsheng's face turned pale, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he staggered slightly as he stood up in a somewhat disheveled manner.

"Good, good, good."

Song Xuan smiled, ignoring the strange gazes of the crowd, and said with a fake smile.

"Elder Ke is really getting stronger as he gets older. It doesn't seem like there's any need for a life-extending immortal herb..."

These words were full of profound meaning.

"Cough cough!!"

Ke Yongsheng was enraged and spat out another mouthful of blood.

The corners of Song Xuan's mouth curled up in a cold smile, and he raised his hand and said in a deep voice.

"Someone come, the Grand Elder is tired, take him back to his hall!"

His voice was sonorous and forceful, brooking no refusal.

Buzz!

Two figures wearing black armor suddenly appeared behind the old man.

The black-armored cultivators wore masks, and only two pairs of cold eyes could be seen.

Extremely strong immortal essence fluctuations surged from their bodies. Although they didn't say anything, their meaning was obvious!

Ke Yongsheng narrowed his eyes and glanced back. He was certain that he had never seen these two people in the sect before!

The old man didn't finish his sentence, but Song Xuan's expression remained the same, still indifferent.

It was as if he didn't take the old man's warning to heart at all.

This also made Ke Yongsheng frown slightly, his heart no longer calm.

It seemed... that the fangs he had revealed were not threatening to the other party at all.

The old man stepped out of the hall with a sneer.

If he really got to that point, he wouldn't mind destroying the entire Crane Peak Sect.

After the old man left, the atmosphere in the hall became even more oppressive.

Song Xuan slowly walked down the high platform and stood beside Chen Jianhui.

He raised his hand and rubbed it on Chen Jianhui's shoulder, wiping away the splashed tea.

This action made Chen Jianhui kneel on the ground, not daring to breathe loudly.

"I know that many of you are on the Grand Elder's side."

As soon as these words came out, the people in the hall immediately expressed their positions and denied it outright.

A strange smile appeared on Song Xuan's face.

"Oh? Is that not so?"

He leaned over to look at Chen Jianhui, grabbed his cheeks, and raised his head.

"Could it be... that I felt wrong?"

While speaking, Song Xuan's palms continued to exert force. The flesh on Chen Jianhui's face, who was kneeling on the ground, was torn apart, and a cracking sound came from his cheekbones.

"Jianhui, what do you say? How many people in our hall do you think are standing behind your master?"

How could Chen Jianhui dare to speak at this time?

He looked at the man in front of him with fearful eyes, his shoulders trembling slightly as he shook his head repeatedly.

It seemed... that so many years of peaceful life had made them forget who was in charge of this Crane Peak Sect!

Song Xuan, a decisive, scheming, and very skilled man.

Song Xuan stared at Chen Jianhui, the smile on his face incomparably hideous in Chen Jianhui's eyes.

Song Xuan smiled and casually threw Chen Jianhui away.

Bang!!!!

The man's body shot out like a cannonball, slamming heavily into the stone wall and smashing out a deep pit.

Song Xuan shook the blood off his hands, not caring at all.

"A person's life is determined by fate."

"When some people are destined to die, it is an inevitable fate."

"But..."

The man walked towards the high platform step by step, sat down, took out a handkerchief, wiped the blood off his hands, and slowly raised his eyes to sweep across the faces of everyone below.

"To disregard the safety of the sect's disciples for one person's selfish desires... that is very bad."

"A fellow who can retreat unscathed from the hands of six or seven of you True Immortals sounds very difficult to deal with..."

When he said this, many people below trembled.

Song Xuan lowered his eyes and played with the handkerchief.

"The Crane Peak Sect is not afraid of people seeking revenge."

"But... everything must be centered on the sect."

"You."

"Are the elders and enshrined cultivators of the Crane Peak Sect, not the elders and enshrined cultivators of Ke Yongsheng, understand?"

The people below nodded repeatedly, their throats wriggling as they swallowed their saliva.

The pressure Song Xuan gave them was too terrifying.

Even the enshrined cultivators who had joined the sect for a hundred years had never seen Song Xuan like this today!!

Song Xuan's actions today made them understand.

How ridiculous was the rumor in the sect that the Sect Master had been sidelined.

He could suppress the Grand Elder Ke Yongsheng with a flip of his hand, and two high-level True Immortal black-armored guards appeared silently with just a look.

But who knew how many black-armored guards Song Xuan had under his command?

What was even more terrifying was...

With Song Xuan possessing the black-armored guards, wouldn't he have been clear about the situation within the sect for a long time?

For a time, many elders with guilty consciences lowered their heads and dared not look at the person on the stage.

Song Xuan looked at these people with a smile, very satisfied with their reaction.

He wanted to tell everyone today who was the master of the Crane Peak Sect!

At this time, a middle-aged man with extraordinary bearing stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Sect Master."

"If that spear cultivator comes to seek revenge, how should we deal with him?"

Song Xuan had just stood up and was about to leave when he turned his head, smiled, and looked at the man, saying.

"Kill him, is there a need to ask me this?"

The man nodded slightly, hesitated for a moment, and spoke again.

"Then... the Jade Kirin Grass?"

Song Xuan smiled. He knew that this elder should have made a decision.

"The Grand Elder needs it, who do you think it should be given to?"

The man knelt on one knee and said in a deep voice.

"I believe it should still be handed over to the sect for disposal!"

Song Xuan didn't say anything, took a step, and disappeared from the spot.

That was exactly what he wanted to hear!!

Unknown to Song Xuan, after he left, the elder who had just spoken seemed to have been drained of all his strength, collapsing to the ground and panting heavily.

His face was pale, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, his eyes were terrified, and his pupils were trembling uncontrollably.

He knew that he had just walked through the gates of hell.

If he had said the wrong word, Song Xuan would have killed him on the spot!!

Not only him, but Chen Jianhui and everyone else present were all panting heavily.

The huge main hall of the sect was silent, without even a single sound of discussion, not even voice transmissions.

Everyone paused for a moment, then got up and left in a hurry.

In the empty main hall, only Chen Jianhui was left kneeling on the ground.

"Jianhui, come find me."

Ke Yongsheng's voice came from the jade slip, but Chen Jianhui's expression changed several times as he clutched the jade slip!!