Chapter 13379 This old guy is quite strong

"High priest," someone spoke cautiously, with a hint of tentativeness in his voice, "How should we deal with that Hun Wuxu?" His eyes revealed complex emotions towards the character of Hun Wuxu, with both vigilance and a hint of imperceptible fear.

When the high priest heard this, his eyes became as sharp as torches, as if he could see into people's hearts.

He spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful:
"This person is disloyal and unjust. He will do anything to achieve his goal and has no moral principles in his heart. We can only use such a person as a tool and never really use him. If he wants the resources of the temple, then let him exchange them with his merits. How can the resources of our temple fall into the hands of such a disloyal and unjust person so easily?"

At this point, the high priest's tone became more resolute: "We still focus on training Bai Yan, A Ke and others. They are loyal, brave, and just, and they are the hope for the future of our temple. People like Hun Wuxu, no matter how talented and powerful they are, are only a flash in the pan and will not last long."

Everyone nodded in agreement after hearing this. They knew that the high priest's decision was a far-sighted one, taking into account both the long-term development of the church and the current situation.

"Then next time we target the Demon Suppression Mansion, let Hun Wuxu take action. If he dares not to take action, we will directly detonate the Holy Temple Seal in his body."

The second high priest nodded slightly, his eyes flashing with a deep light, as if he was weighing every detail. After a moment, he slowly spoke, his voice carrying unquestionable majesty.

"Okay. Three days later, order the forces of the Demon Suppression Palace Holy Hall and the Soul Suppression Palace to attack Long Yingtian's Demon Suppression Palace. We should also attack secretly and try to hide our identities. After all, it will be bad for our image if we are exposed."

The high priest's words were like the final word, and the entire conference hall fell silent in an instant, leaving only the occasional sound of wind coming from outside the window, which seemed to be a silent foreshadowing of the coming storm.

His face was stern, his eyes revealed an irresistible determination, and every word he spoke seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying an unquestionable force.

"Three days later!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment. This sudden decision caught them off guard. After all, for such a major operation, three days was too tight, and many details and arrangements could not be completed in time.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Shouldn't we get rid of the Soul Rain first?" The question was asked with a hint of confusion and anxiety. It was from the former Palace Master of the Empress Palace, Qian Feng.

She was wearing a simple robe, and although her face looked a little haggard, her eyes still sparkled with an unyielding light.

Since she fled here and joined the Soul-Calming Palace, she has been planning all the time how to make a comeback and restore the glory of the Empress' Palace. At this moment, facing this sudden decision, she couldn't help but feel a little confused and worried.

The atmosphere in the conference hall became subtle because of Qian Feng's question. Everyone's eyes were focused on the high priest, waiting for his answer.

The chief priest asked in a cold voice: "Should we let them rest and recuperate?"

The high priest's voice echoed in the empty meeting room, with an unquestionable firmness and coldness. His eyes were as deep as the abyss, as if he could see through everything, and seemed to hide endless secrets and strategies.

That mixed tone of voice was both a calm analysis of the current situation and a spur to everyone's indecision.

Qian Feng was silent. This was indeed true. If they didn't attack now, they would be finished once Long Yingtian destroyed the Demon Suppression Mansion and stabilized his position.

Her furrowed brows revealed deep worry, but more of it was reluctance and determination. She knew very well that once she missed the opportunity, it would be extremely difficult to fight back. Therefore, even though she had many concerns in her heart, she had to admit that the decision made by the high priest was wise.

If we attack immediately, Long Yingtian might not have the chance to suppress the Empress Palace and the Demon-Suppressing Temple. In this way, we can attack from both inside and outside, making Long Yingtian unable to defend himself.

This thought flashed through Qian Feng's mind, like a flash of lightning that cut through the darkness, allowing her to see the dawn of hope. A hint of determination flashed in her eyes, as if she had already seen victory in sight.

"But the Demon Soul King's clone..." Qian Feng was still a little worried. Although her voice was light, it was heavy and could not be ignored. She looked at the high priest, her eyes were full of expectation and trust, as if she was looking for an answer that would reassure her.

"Don't worry, I will personally deal with the clone, you don't have to worry." The high priest said confidently, his tone revealed unquestionable dominance and determination. His eyes were firm and deep, as if he had seen through the true and false of the Demon Soul King's clone and was sure of victory.

His words were like a shot of adrenaline, instantly dispelling the doubts in Qian Feng and others' hearts, and were replaced by an unprecedented confidence and courage.

"Why not ask the Holy Lord to come out of seclusion?" There was a hint of anxiety and confusion in Qian Feng's voice. She looked at the high priest with burning eyes, her eyes flashing with faith and expectation in the strength of the Holy Lord of Zhenhun Mansion.

In her heart, the extraordinary strength of the Holy Lord of the Soul-Suppressing Mansion is enough to crush all enemies, including the dreaded clone of the Demon Soul King.

The Holy Lord of the Soul-Suppressing Temple is famous and his strength is unfathomable, far beyond the reach of the Holy Lord of the Demon-Suppressing Temple.

Qian Feng firmly believed that if the Saint Lord of the Soul-Calming Mansion took action, he would be able to easily resolve this crisis and make the Demon Soul King's clone nowhere to hide. This belief, like a blazing flame, burned in her heart and could not be extinguished.

However, in response to Qian Feng's proposal, the high priest simply looked at her coldly, his eyes revealing an unquestionable majesty and confidence.

His voice was deep and powerful, as if it contained endless majesty and power: "To deal with a clone, why bother the Holy Lord? I am enough. Don't you think highly of me?"

As he spoke, the high priest's aura suddenly burst out, surging like a raging wave, instantly sweeping across the entire conference hall.

The terrifying aura oppressed everyone's mind like a substance, making people feel fear and awe involuntarily. Qian Feng was the first to bear the brunt of it. She felt an unprecedented pressure like a mountain, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

At that moment, Qian Feng's face turned pale as paper, her eyes widened, full of disbelief and shock. She had never thought that the strength of this high priest was so terrifying, and the aura was so strong that it was unimaginable.

She couldn't help but feel a deep sense of awe and fear in her heart, but at the same time, she also had a hint of expectation and hope. Perhaps, as the high priest said, he really had the strength to defeat the Demon Soul King's clone.

This old guy is really a hidden talent. Although he is also the chief priest, he is much more powerful than the third chief priest. (End of this chapter)