Chapter 70

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To be fair, the actions of the Quanzhen Sect cannot be said to be heinous.

In times of chaos, those who fight the enemy and serve the country are few, and what is called the legitimate succession is merely a game to many people, one that has nothing to do with them.

It's unrealistic to expect everyone to have the same sense of duty as Guo Jing.

However, what Zhao Hao most detests about the Quanzhen Sect is that it is far too restless.

If it were truly like Shaolin Temple, which had been secluded for a hundred years, Zhao Hao wouldn't have the time or inclination to bother with the Quanzhen Sect.

But whether openly or secretly, the Quanzhen Sect has been far too active.

And the Quanzhen Sect is a world-renowned major sect. During the era when Shaolin was in seclusion, the Quanzhen Sect held absolute authority in the religious world.

The Quanzhen Sect has eighty thousand disciples, and the number of followers it influences is even greater.

In such a situation, every statement made by the Quanzhen Sect represents more than just itself; it affects many people.

A man without power is not to be feared, but one who possesses such power will naturally be feared.

And if it stands on the opposite side, how much influence can it wield?

As the Crown Prince of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Hao's position is predetermined.

At such a time, mercy is not an option.

Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.

Even Guo Jing, who has always respected the Quanzhen Sect, has nothing to say about Zhao Hao's decision.

Only Sun Buer was so angry that she trembled all over, sneering, "The Power Gang is so mighty, to think they can command the Quanzhen Sect."

"Would it be different if I said this as the Crown Prince of the Song Dynasty?" Zhao Hao said solemnly.

"What?"

"Crown Prince of the Song Dynasty?"

"Did I hear that right?"

"I remember now, Great Hero Guo has always respectfully addressed Your Highness."

Zhao Hao's admission of his identity immediately caused a great stir.

The Heroes' Assembly was originally intended to assist the Song Dynasty, and now that the Crown Prince of the Song Dynasty was here, it held great significance for them.

Even Huang Rong could no longer remain calm.

"Jing, is it really the Crown Prince?" Huang Rong asked in a low voice.

Guo Jing nodded and said, "It can't be wrong. Who else could have developed the Power Gang to this extent? I once had a brief encounter with His Highness, and my father-in-law was there too."

Huang Rong was moved, her beautiful eyes flickering, lost in thought.

"Prince? You?" Sun Buer could hardly believe it.

Guo Jing cleared his throat and said, "Aunt Sun, it is indeed the Crown Prince."

Although Sun Buer appeared incredulous, she knew that Zhao Hao's identity was genuine.

In front of so many people, no one would dare to defy the world by impersonating the Crown Prince of the Song Dynasty, as it would be too easy to be exposed.

But she still harbored a glimmer of hope.

However, Guo Jing's words shattered her last bit of hope.

"So what if you're the Prince? Do you think the Song Dynasty is under your command now? Besides, the Zhongnan Mountains are not under the Song Dynasty's rule." Sun Buer said without thinking.

She was right; the Zhongnan Mountains were indeed under Mongol rule.

But such words were highly inappropriate in this setting.

Although the Seven Elders of the Quanzhen Sect did not want to support the Song Dynasty, the majority of the Quanzhen Sect's eighty thousand disciples were Han people, and their sense of identity with the Song Dynasty far exceeded that of the Mongols.

Most of them still considered themselves Song people.

Sun Buer's words were a classic case of digging her own grave.

Zhao Hao's gaze turned cold, and in a flash, he appeared in front of Sun Buer.

With a "slap,"

Sun Buer stumbled, a bright red handprint on her face, and even a trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth.

Zhao Hao did not hold back, giving Sun Buer a slap.

"The actions of your predecessors cannot be judged by us, but the Zhongnan Mountains will one day be the territory of the Song Dynasty. Sun Buer, remember every word I say today. When you return to the Zhongnan Mountains, do not omit a single word. Or you can try to see if I have the ability to destroy you." Zhao Hao said coldly.

"Amitabha, Your Highness, Sun is just speaking without thinking. Please do not be angry," Zhongxin clasped his hands and recited a Buddhist chant.

Zhao Hao's expression softened, and he said, "For the sake of the abbot, I will not hold it against you. Sun Buer, I have given the Quanzhen Sect a chance. Whether you seize it or not is up to you."

"Your Highness, Abbot of Shaolin, very well, I will remember this day." Sun Buer, holding her cheek, her gaze flickering between Zhao Hao and Zhongxin, then turned and left.

The Quanzhen Sect quickly followed, leaving the bodies of Zhao Zhijing and Zhen Zhibing untouched.

This time, Zhao Hao did not stop them.

The Quanzhen Sect was finished.

In the face of the state, any martial arts sect is insignificant.

Moreover, with Shaolin out of seclusion, the Quanzhen Sect, compared to Shaolin, is not even in the same league.

Unless Wang Chongyang were to be reborn, the Quanzhen Sect has no chance of rising again.

"Abbot of Shaolin, Huang Rong greets you." Huang Rong bowed to Zhongxin.

Earlier, both Huang Rong and Guo Jing were mostly focused on Zhao Hao, and Zhongxin was somewhat neglected.

But in reality, as the abbot of Shaolin, even though Shaolin had been in seclusion for a long time, Zhongxin was still a distinguished guest.

Among those present, except for Zhao Hao and Zhao Ling'er, the others were of a lower status than Zhongxin.

Guo Fu, seeing Zhongxin, brightened and said, "This little monk looks to be about my age, yet he is the abbot of Shaolin Temple."

Wu Dunru pursed his lips and said, "It seems Shaolin Temple has truly declined."

Zhongxin's ears twitched, but he remained composed, returning Huang Rong's greeting.

"Your Highness, what do you think?" Guo Jing was somewhat troubled.

A Heroes' Assembly that was supposed to go smoothly had turned into a denunciation meeting.

And the one being denounced was the Quanzhen Sect, which was once considered the orthodox of the martial world.

Guo Jing felt somewhat at a loss.

"The Quanzhen Sect had no sincerity to begin with. Whether they are here or not, it will not affect this assembly. Great Hero Guo, you need not worry," Zhao Hao said.

Despite his words, Guo Jing still sighed deeply.

At this moment, Huang Rong suddenly said, "Since Your Highness has come to Guiyun Manor, why not take on the role of the leader of the martial world?"

Zhao Hao's gaze fell on Huang Rong. Although she no longer had the beauty of her youth, the middle-aged Huang Rong was still well-preserved, and as a mother, she had an added charm.

But before Zhao Hao could speak, a voice said, "Apart from my master, no one has the right to be the leader of the martial world."

Accompanied by a wild laugh, a group of people appeared in Guiyun Manor.

A mocking smile appeared on Zhao Hao's lips again.

Another one looking for death.

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