Chapter 67

If you want to perform, I'll let you pick up the stone to drop on your own foot.

Zhao Hao never indulged such scum.

When Yang Guo heard Zhao Hao's words, his eyes flashed with a sharp light. He gripped the long sword in Hao Datong's hand and pulled hard, but the sword did not budge.

Yang Guo laughed heartily.

The group from the Quanzhen Sect all turned pale and lowered their heads.

It was too embarrassing.

"Hao Datong, didn't you want to die? Didn't you say you wouldn't fight back if I avenged Grandma Sun? Why don't you let go?" Yang Guo laughed loudly to the sky.

The others also began to look at Hao Datong with disdain.

If you're going to put on a show, you should do it all the way. Since you asked to die, for the sake of the Quanzhen Sect's reputation, you should grit your teeth and finish this act.

But it was clear that Hao Datong had changed his mind.

"You... Yang Guo... You... Forget it." Hao Datong spoke incoherently, threw away the long sword in his hand, and turned to leave.

"Did I give you permission to leave?" Zhao Hao said coolly.

"What more do you want? The Power Gang may be powerful, but our Quanzhen Sect is not to be trifled with." Sun Budan said angrily.

A mocking look appeared on Zhao Hao's face. "I don't know if the Quanzhen Sect is easy to bully, but Hao Datong, once you've spoken, it's like water that has been poured out. Since you said you would let Yang Guo finish you, you should keep your word. I said I would take full responsibility for this, and I won't go back on my word like you. In the world of martial arts, if you say you'll kill someone, you must kill them. This is a matter of integrity."

"You..." Hao Datong seemed to only know how to say "you."

"What 'you'? I'm too lazy to argue with you. Yang Guo, send him to his death. Anyone who dares to interfere will be considered an enemy of the Power Gang." Zhao Hao looked around, and everyone took a step back, no one daring to get involved in this matter.

In their eyes, this was a struggle between the Power Gang and the Quanzhen Sect, two giants. No one wanted to get involved in this conflict.

Only Guo Jing clasped his hands and said, "Your Highness, when you can forgive, do so."

Guo Jing's way of addressing Zhao Hao finally caught the attention of those with ulterior motives.

But Zhao Hao waved his hand and said, "Great Hero Guo, one word is a nail. You only consider Hao Datong's life as a life, but isn't Grandma Sun's life also a life?"

Guo Jing was speechless.

Yang Guo had already taken Hao Datong's long sword in his hand, and at the same time, figures moved behind Zhao Hao.

In the next moment, Sun Budan, Zhao Zhijing, Zhen Zhibing, and Hao Datong all stood there, stunned.

They had all been struck by a point.

Zhao Hao and Zhao Ling'er had not moved at all; the ones who truly acted were Zhongxin and Yiyi.

Complete dominance.

The strength displayed by Zhongxin and Yiyi made everyone in Guiyun Manor shudder.

Zhao Zhijing and Zhen Zhibing were not much to speak of; they were third-generation disciples and had no great reputation in the martial arts world. Their true level of martial arts was not well known.

But Hao Datong and Sun Budan were well-known seniors. Among the Seven Quanzhen, although Hao Datong and Sun Budan were at the bottom, they were still far more powerful than most people in the martial arts world.

Yet even they were instantly defeated by Zhongxin and Yiyi.

People then remembered that the person who announced earlier had said that the leader and deputy leader of the Power Gang, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, and the members of the Power Gang had arrived.

The abbot of Shaolin Temple, the members of the Power Gang.

These two terms might not have meant much in the past.

But after witnessing this almost instant defeat, everyone present clearly knew that the people these terms represented would have more weight in the martial arts world than the Seven Quanzhen in the future.

Yang Guo came to Hao Datong's side, staring at the motionless Hao Datong, and said in a deep voice, "Hao Datong, you asked for it. You said you would let me finish you and not fight back. Your words came true; I indeed finished you, and you did not fight back."

As he spoke, the long sword in Yang Guo's hand pierced through Hao Datong's chest.

Hao Datong's eyes were wide open, not accepting his fate.

But few people cared about the thoughts of the dead.

Yang Guo pulled the sword out of Hao Datong's body without expression, then without a second glance, threw the sword on the ground and let Hao Datong's body slide down.

In the next moment, Sun Budan returned to normal.

Sun Budan quickly caught Hao Datong's body, felt his breath, and immediately trembled all over. Her eyes, filled with hatred, stared at Yang Guo, and she said with a hateful voice, "Yang Guo, you are very good, very good."

"I am naturally good, but I don't think you are doing well," Yang Guo said coolly.

Sun Budan did not waste any more words and said, "It seems this Hero Assembly does not welcome our Quanzhen Sect. Until we meet again. Let's go."

Sun Budan did not wait for Guo Jing and Huang Rong to speak and turned to leave.

She did not want to stay here for a moment longer.

But it was not as easy as she thought to leave.

"Did I give you permission to leave?" Zhao Hao's voice sounded again.

"Hao Datong is already dead, what more do you want?" Sun Budan said angrily.

"There are some things I need to question the Quanzhen Sect about," Zhao Hao said solemnly.

The moment of truth had arrived.

Sun Budan laughed in anger, "Question? Even the emperor dares not question the Quanzhen Sect."

"Stupid, ignorant," Zhao Hao said coldly.

Indeed, the Quanzhen Sect had been too high and mighty for too long, and Sun Budan actually still naively believed that the Quanzhen Sect was invincible.

Zhao Hao snapped his fingers, and a commotion came from the back of the crowd.

A moment later, a girl who looked exactly like Yiyi led a Mongol woman and a child into the scene.

The moment the Mongol woman and the child appeared, Zhen Zhibing's face turned deathly pale.

"Zhen Zhibing, can you explain your relationship with this woman and this child?" Zhao Hao asked.

Zhen Zhibing stammered and did not speak.

Sun Budan, seeing Zhen Zhibing's abnormal behavior, looked at the Mongol woman and the child, and her heart sank. She said sternly, "Zheng Bing, speak up. You have nothing to do with these two people."

"Uncle, I have committed a grave sin. I have married and had a child. Please punish me, Uncle," Zhen Zhibing suddenly knelt down and said.

Sun Budan's face turned ashen.

She was not smart, and her emotional intelligence was even lower. But Sun Budan knew that this was a big problem.

Most importantly, this was a Mongol woman.

In Sun Budan's eyes, Zhen Zhibing was silent, steady, and a rare talent.

But at this moment, Sun Budan only felt immense irony.

But this was not the end.

Zhongxin found a silk scroll on Zhao Zhijing's body.

Zhongxin opened it and read it aloud.

To the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, Zhao Zhijing:

You are specially appointed as the Grand Master of the Immortal Dao, the leader of the Daoist Sect, the Master of Literature and Dao, the Great Master of Benevolence and Righteousness, in charge of all Daoist temples.

The signature was none other than the current southern campaign commander, Kublai.

Zhao Zhijing was stunned, and Sun Budan was dumbfounded.

Each word was a stab to the heart, each sentence a matter of life and death.

They could not accept this reality.