Chapter 13846 Heavenly Tribulation Guard
Many powerful men from the Holy Temple gathered together. They were dressed in gorgeous clothes and exuded a powerful aura, but at this moment everyone's face was filled with worry and anger. Arguments arose one after another, echoing in the hall like a surging tide.
The core of the dispute was Ling Xiao.
Today, the Batian City where Ling Xiao is located is developing rapidly, like a beast rising from the wilderness, expanding in an unstoppable manner.
The city is full of tall buildings, busy streets, prosperous business, and people living and working in peace and contentment. It is poised to become the number one city in the Great Town Dynasty.
Ling Xiao himself possesses an enchanting talent.
At a young age, he has demonstrated extraordinary strength and understanding, and his cultivation speed has improved by leaps and bounds, leaving countless people far behind.
"Ling Xiao must be eliminated, otherwise there will be endless troubles!" A white-haired old man said angrily, his voice was like thunder, echoing in the hall.
His hair and beard were all standing on end, his eyes were burning with anger, his hands were clenched tightly into fists, and his knuckles turned white from the force.
In his opinion, Ling Xiao's existence was like a time bomb that could bring a catastrophic disaster to the Dazhen Cathedral at any time.
"How can it be easy? He has the support of the royal family behind him. Besides, with the current strong men in our Dazhen Holy Hall, who can guarantee that we can kill him?" another middle-aged strong man retorted.
His brows were furrowed, and his eyes revealed a hint of worry and helplessness.
He knew very well that the royal family valued Ling Xiao very much. If he acted rashly against Ling Xiao, it would likely cause dissatisfaction and counterattack from the royal family.
Moreover, Ling Xiao’s own strength should not be underestimated. He has many experts around him to help him. It is not easy to kill him.
For a moment, the debate in the hall became more and more intense, with both sides holding their own opinions and refusing to give in.
Some advocated sending out experts immediately to get rid of Ling Xiao at all costs; others believed that they should observe the situation first and look for a more appropriate opportunity.
The entire hall seemed to have turned into a battlefield without the smoke of gunpowder, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.
Just as everyone was arguing and the atmosphere in the hall was as tense and heated as a volcano about to erupt, an old man in a black robe slowly stood out from the crowd.
The black robe was thick in texture, with dark gold mysterious runes embroidered on the edges. It flickered with a cold light under the flickering candlelight, as if hiding endless secrets.
The old man has a hunched body, but exudes a calm and sharp aura. His face is covered with wrinkles of time, like deep ravines, each of which seems to be engraved with the changes of the past.
He clasped his hands together, bowed his head slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Master Red Robe Priest, I suggest that you use the Heavenly Tribulation Guards!"
His voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the hall like thunder, instantly breaking the originally heated debate, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.
The red-robed chief priest sitting in the main seat was wearing a red robe as bright as flames, with lifelike patterns of mythical beasts embroidered on the robe, as if they would fly out of the robe at any time.
His eyes turned cold, like two sharp blades shooting towards the old man in black robe, and the aura around him instantly became cold and oppressive.
Before he could even open his mouth, the one-eyed old ghost at the side shouted like an enraged beast: "How dare you! The Heavenly Tribulation Guard is our last trump card, how can we use it so easily!"
The one-eyed old ghost was tall and muscular, standing in the hall like an iron tower.
His only remaining eye flashed with a fierce light, as if it could devour people.
His eyes were wide open, and the flesh on his face trembled as he roared. One hand was tightly gripping the sword at his waist, as if he would draw it and attack at any time.
The old man in black robe did not retreat. He straightened his hunched back, looked firmly at the red-robed chief priest and the one-eyed old ghost, and continued, "Master red-robed chief priest, one-eyed elder, Ling Xiao's threat is imminent.
Today, under his leadership, Batian City is at its peak of power and is expanding every day.
He has many experts under his command, and his army is well-trained and disciplined.
Moreover, his own strength is growing at an alarming rate, and it is said that he has made a new breakthrough recently.
If we don't eradicate him in time, our Dazhen Cathedral may be destroyed by him one day!
By then, our years of hard work and foundation will be destroyed, and how can we face our ancestors in the Holy Temple? "
The red-robed chief priest slowly shook his head. His movements were slow and steady, as if he was carrying a heavy burden.
He closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, his eyes revealed endless helplessness and worry.
"Back off. We'll discuss this matter in the long run. You should know what the Heavenly Tribulation Guard means.
It is a mysterious force formed by the souls of the powerful men of the Holy Temple throughout the ages. They possess strength beyond that of ordinary people and terrifying destructive power. They are the last resort for our Holy Temple to survive.
Not to mention that it cannot be used, even if it can be used, we are not qualified to make a decision on our own. We must consult with the Tianyuan Holy Hall on this matter.
The Tianyuan Holy Church is the superior of our Dazhen Holy Church. Their decisions are related to the fate of the entire Holy Church. We cannot make decisions on our own."
The old man in black robe had a look of unwillingness on his face, his lips trembling slightly, as if he wanted to say something else, but in the end he could only lower his head helplessly and slowly retreat.
His footsteps were heavy and slow, and every step seemed to be stepping on his heart. The resentment and unwillingness in his heart were like magma about to erupt, but he could only be forcibly suppressed in his heart.
The red-robed chief priest's eyes were deep, like two bottomless cold pools. He slowly glanced at everyone, sighed helplessly, and said:
"I understand your feelings. You are all thinking about the future of the Holy Hall. But don't forget that we are imprisoned in this Holy Hall by Ling Xiao's grandson.
I don't know what kind of evil magic he used to set up a powerful barrier around our temple. If he wants to get out, he must pay a huge price, and it may even cost us a lot of masters. And even if he gets out, we can't do anything to him with our current strength.
His current strength is far beyond our ability to contend with. Let's just leave it at that. The only one we can count on now is the Tianyuan Holy Hall. I hope they can make a decision as soon as possible and send us help, otherwise our Dazhen Holy Hall will really be in danger."
Just as the red-robed chief priest was about to stand up and leave, the hem of his heavy red robe swaying gently with his movements, as if foreshadowing the difficult situation the temple was in at the moment, a deafening roar suddenly came from the sky.
The voice seemed to come from an ancient giant beast, carrying endless anger and majesty. It instantly pierced through the clouds and echoed throughout the world.
The roof of the hall was rustling due to the powerful sound waves, and dust fell down as if gray snow was falling.
Inside the hall, the crowd, who were originally arguing over Ling Xiao's matter and in a tense atmosphere, turned around like frightened birds after hearing the earth-shaking roar, and all looked outside the hall. (End of this chapter)
