Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams
Chapter 381 - 217: You Dare to Point and Shout?_3

Chapter 381: Chapter 217: You Dare to Point and Shout?_3

"Mr. Zhou, do you know why I must pursue this matter?"

"I am all ears." Zhou Wuren restrained his irritation and said sincerely.

"Years ago, I traveled south and met someone who called himself Invincible."

"Arrogant and aggressive, he injured my friend, and I chased him through the night, intending to teach him a lesson."

In a calm tone, the white-haired elder finally looked at the coffin: "After days of effort and hardship, just as I was about to succeed, Xie Xiao appeared and obstructed me."

"Tell me, should I not ask for an explanation?"

As his words fell, the atmosphere became still.

No one expected there was such a reason underlying it.

Nor did anyone expect that it involved the only Absolute Supreme in the Southern Martial Arts World, Yang Wudi.

Zhou Wuren’s face gradually fell, his fist clenched but he did not rebut.

"Then why did the elder wait until today to come?"

Someone in the crowd couldn’t stand it and asked pensively.

The white-haired elder didn’t hide anything, bluntly said: "I can’t afford to provoke Yang Wudi, but now he likely has no time to spare."

"So, I’ve come."

Admitted his own inadequacy but also didn’t deny wanting an explanation.

The crowd was silent, the sound of rain continued to roar.

Lion Heart Sect disciples in the procession had their hair soaked and clothes in disarray, Tan Long and several Sect Leader elders looked despondent.

The sects of masters are so glorious, but once the master passes, it becomes so desolate.

"Shameless old thing."

Suddenly, Zhao Meng spoke up, cursing.

The white-haired elder frowned as he looked, others were also in dubious surprise.

"You didn’t come when Xie Xiao was alive, and now that he’s deceased, debts are settled, don’t you understand this principle?"

"Today I declare, if you dare to act, then you are an enemy of my Black Crystal Group!"

Buzz!

As she spoke, her aura surged, her empty left sleeve moved without wind.

Zhou Wuren opened his mouth but refrained from saying more, the white-haired elder was silent for a moment, finally speaking.

"This is a matter of the Martial Arts World, are you certain you want to intervene?"

"Nonsense!"

Zhao Meng’s attitude was firm, Tan Long and others showed hope in their eyes.

However, in the next second.

"Then, I apologize."

As the words fell, the faces of Tan Long and others became rigid.

The crowd looked up to see a figure walking out of Maple Forest.

Wearing a long white robe, his mustache and hair were gray, somewhat thin.

"Hehe, Old Xu, you finally decided to use this favor."

Tap tap.

He walked in cloth shoes, his aura gradually spread.

One stage, two stages, three stages.

His aura was even slightly stronger than Zhao Meng’s, Zhou Wuren’s face changed again.

"Master Wang?"

Giant Elephant Master and others were also in dubious surprise, quickly recognizing the newcomer.

"It’s the former protector of the Northern Sacred Sect."

As these words emerged, Zhao Meng’s expression darkened, Tan Long and others’ mood sank to the bottom.

But, nevertheless.

The white-haired elder did not hurry to act, but shifted his gaze, finally resting on the young man among the crowd.

"Master Chen, if you are willing to observe and let go today."

"I am willing to request the Holy Sect to invite your Flame Tiger Sect to move north, allowing you to view the Divine Soul Skill."

His tone was certain, believing that this talented young grandmaster would make the correct decision.

As long as there is a desire to climb the Martial Arts path, such temptation couldn’t possibly be refused.

For a moment, various eyes looked over.

Tan Long and others felt despair, Giant Elephant Master and others had particularly complex expressions.

Moving north, Divine Soul Skill.

These were their long-desired goals, being under the Northern Sacred Sect’s protection also means a greater chance to initiate the Divine Soul.

Unfortunately, they lack the qualification.

"Master Chen?"

Seeing the young man not replying, the white-haired elder named Master Xu spoke again.

But at that moment, countless eyes looked over.

Chen Feng, dressed in a black long coat, merely raised his head to gaze at the sky.

The crowd was puzzled, and followed suit to look up.

Outside the umbrella, amidst the drizzling sky.

A black crow was still hovering, exceptionally abruptly.

The crowd paused, then saw Chen Feng retract his gaze and look ahead.

"I don’t have a deep connection with Master Xie."

The white-haired elder’s face relaxed, nodded gently.

Zhao Meng’s expression slightly changed, Tan Long and others were even more desperate, feeling today their school might be eradicated with no aid.

"However... I am quite curious about one thing."

"Go ahead." Master Xu asked.

Between glances, droplets splashed on the umbrella.

Chen Feng’s eyes swept over those blocking sects one by one, finally resting on the white-haired elder.

"When did our Southern Martial Arts World affairs become your Northern ones to point and shout?"

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