"As for the standpoint of the Holy Divine Palace and the Holy Palace, you can tell my disciple about them. He is one of the five great authorities, and I am just a wanderer."
Dao Qiongcang waved his hand to cut off the saint calamity. He stared intently and was about to speak.
"Two!" Mu Ling interrupted again.
Dao Qiongcang's eyes narrowed.
If he was still the Dao Qiongcang, one of the Ten High Nobles, with the backing of the Dao Clan, he would not fear any pressure.
However, he was now Hallmaster Dao, and his words and actions affected the lives of millions of people. He could no longer act arbitrarily.
Even so, he said indifferently, "Bai Lian was wrong. He should never have collaborated with the Saint Servant. Justice..."
Mu Ling pretended not to hear it and scoffed, "There are tens of millions of righteous soldiers. The Infernal lineage is passed down from generation to generation. Whoever dares to kill my disciple, I dare to bury them together!"
This was...
