"Where did you get this longsword from?" Bai Di was taken aback; she had no idea where the longsword came from.
She had no time to think, because Yang Feng's enormous fiery light had already slashed down from the sky.
She retreated several meters, holding a longbow, and drew it back sharply.
Previously, she had only pulled it open a little bit, yet it still had this much power.
Endless dark clouds gathered toward this place, and the longbow emitted a thunderous sound.
The weather changed instantly.
"Her longbow is actually a semi-divine artifact?!" With his chaotic memories, Yang Feng immediately recognized the longbow in her hand.
Immortal artifacts are superior to spiritual artifacts!
The Flame Sword in his hand was merely a third-tier spiritual weapon.
If she possessed enough power to wield that semi-divine artifact longbow, she could probably shatter the entire martial arts world.
"Wait a minute, I have something to say."
Yang Feng suddenly stopped his sword and spoke to stop him.
In fact, cold sweat was pouring down his back.
They have weapons that are almost at the immortal level, how can we fight them?
His purpose in coming to the martial arts world was not to dominate this place, but to bring Han Shilan back.
Why do we have to fight these people to the death?
"Speak."
The White Emperor stared coldly at Yang Feng, his longbow still drawn.
"Do you want to destroy the Temple?"
These words stunned everyone, including Bai Di, who stopped what he was doing in astonishment.
"Naturally, I want to unify the entire martial arts world; it's something I must do."
Bai Di said calmly.
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Chapter 633 Dragon's Roar?
"Xin'er, you're back?" The middle-aged man, lying on the bed and barely alive, reached out and tightly grasped Ling Xin's small hand, his emotions unusually agitated.
With tears in her eyes, Ling Xin nodded choked with sobs, looking at her terminally ill father, who was only in his fifties and was already preparing to leave her.
From now on, she will never be able to be with her father again. If she had known this would happen, she would never have left in the first place.
"Dad, I'm back. I'll never leave again. I'll stay by your side forever, okay?" Ling Xin's tears streamed down her face, and the tip of her nose turned incredibly red and sore.
"Okay, okay." Ling Guanglong nodded. When he learned that his daughter had left, his heart ached terribly. Now, having suffered so much from the Tang Clan's schemes, he had to thank them instead.
"Sect Leader, you must hold on, otherwise Xin'er alone will not be able to withstand the entire Gu Poison Sect." Ling Zheng, who was behind him, stared intently at Ling Guanglong and said earnestly.
Ling Guanglong, his face deathly pale, raised his eyelids and looked at Ling Zheng, saying, "Ling Zheng, from now on you must fully support Xin'er and never let the position be transferred to someone else! The Gu Poison Sect will always belong to our Ling family. If Xin'er is not up to the task, then you will take over as the sect leader!"
"Absolutely not! I cannot accept the position of sect leader. Although Xin'er is young, she is exceptionally talented. If given three years, she may be able to completely unify the Gu Poison Sect!" Ling Zheng said hurriedly.
"Sigh... Although I'm currently bedridden, I'm still quite aware of the situation outside. Two-thirds of the disciples of the Gu Poison Sect probably have grievances against Ling Xin, after all, what happened back then... sigh, let's not talk about it. And now I've lost my strength and become a useless person, my prestige has long since vanished, those disciples naturally harbor resentment towards Xin'er. Only with your support and the affirmation of the deacons can Xin'er possibly become the sect leader... cough cough cough..."
Ling Guanglong lowered his voice, but then coughed violently towards the end, and blood even trickled from the corner of his mouth.
The blood was dark black, indicating that the poisoning was severe.
"Dad! Don't say anything, just rest here. We're going to rescue the Tang Clan people. They'll definitely find a way to save you." Ling Xin's face turned pale with fright when she saw this.
Ling Guanglong's expression immediately hardened, and he said coldly, "Even if I die, I will not beg these despicable people! Besides, I am already terminally ill, and even if I get the Tang Clan's antidote, it will be impossible to save me!"
"Xin'er, let's go out first and let the sect leader rest properly. We can't disturb him any further."
Ling Zheng shook his head and sighed, then looked at Ling Guanglong and said, "Sect Master, rest assured, I will definitely support Xin'er well."
Ling Guanglong nodded, closed his eyes, and circulated his internal energy to suppress the flow of toxins.
Leaving the room, Ling Xin felt isolated and helpless. After all, she was still a woman, and it would take many times more sweat and effort to support a Gu poison sect.
"If only you were still here."
Ling Xin felt even more heartbroken when she thought of her former lover.
Soon, Ling Xin, led by Ling Zheng, arrived at the conference room of the Gu Poison Sect.
Strangely, when Ling Xin walked into the conference room, everyone's pupils contracted and their faces were filled with fear.
All the deacons were like frightened little rabbits, unable to sit still in their chairs.
From the Second Elder to the Sixth Elder, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
They were all, of course, threatened by someone.
"Sect Master Ling Guanglong has entrusted the position of Sect Master to Ling Xin. She is now the new Sect Master of our Gu Poison Sect. Does anyone have any objections?"