<h2 ss="wp-block-heading">Chapter 5107</h2>


    Eighth Pce!


    Huo Zhao, Huo Jingjing, and Huo Feng were in the main hall, and their faces were very ugly!


    Especially Huo Feng, his face was full of fear and tension! On


    the main seat of the Eighth Pce, a monk who looked very young sat on it, holding a teacup in his hand, drinking tea gently!


    This person was the Seventh Pce Master from the Three Heavens.


    Huo Zhao and the other two looked at the Seventh Pce Master with great fear!


    “Pce Master Huo, you don’t have to be afraid, I just came to see you. I heard that you betrayed the temple, and the Fourth Pce Master notified me toe and take a look!”


    “I’m also very curious, who on earth could make you resolutely betray the temple?”


    The Seventh Pce Master asked lightly!


    “If we don’t betray the temple, we have no way to survive. People like you and me who are outside the temple get less and less resources each time.”


    “And we are not allowed to practice dual cultivation and intermarry with foreigners. This is self-contained. Sooner orter, our temple and even the entire God n will be lonely!”


    Huo Zhao said to the Seventh Pce Master!


    “How dare you…”


    The Seventh Pce Master frowned, waved his hand lightly, and Huo Zhao flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground!


    At this moment, Huo Zhao’s blood surged, and he almost rolled his eyes!


    The Seventh Pce Master began to disperse the peak of the fairnd, which was not something Huo Zhao could deal with at all!


    “Father…”


    Huo Jingjing and Huo Feng hurried forward and helped Huo Zhao up!


    Huo Jingjing looked at her father Huo Zhao spitting blood, and red anger instantly ignited in her eyes.


    She suddenly drew her sword from its sheath, and the sword trembled as spiritual energy surged. She pointed at the Seventh Hall Master who was sitting high in the main seat, and her voice trembled with anger: “Seventh Hall Master! You dare to hurt my father! Disciples of the Eighth Hall, listen to my order. Even if you risk your life today, you must make him pay for what he did!”


    Before she finished speaking, dozens of cultivators in the Eighth Hall responded with a roar. Spirit des and magic weapons were sacrificed together, and the spiritual power fluctuations gathered into a scorching wave, rolling towards the Seventh Hall Master.


    Huo Feng’s face was pale, but he gritted his teeth and clenched the weapon in his hand, blocking Huo Zhao.


    The Seventh Hall Master put down the teacup, and a cold disdain appeared at the corner of his mouth.


    He didn’t even stand up, but just casually pointed his fingertips, and a golden breath that was as solid as a substance suddenly burst out, crashing into the crowd like a crushing force.


    “An ant trying to shake a tree.”


    He chuckled faintly, and wherever his aura passed, the monks from the Eight Halls flew backwards like kites with broken strings, their magic weapons shattered, blood sttered, and they instantly fell all over the hall.


    “Jingjing! Stop!”


    Huo Zhao struggled to get up and grabbed his daughter, “He is at the peak of the realm of scattered immortals, we… are no match for him at all!”


    Huo Jingjing shook off her father’s hand, her hair disheveled and her eyes full of unwillingness: “Are we just going to watch him bully us?”


    The Seventh Pce Master slowly stood up, his eyes like a knife sweeping over everyone, his tone filled with biting sarcasm: “A bunch of ants dare to talk about betrayal? Eighth Pce Master, the David you mentioned is the reason you dare to be the enemy of the Temple?”


    He paused, and his voice suddenly rose and echoed in the hall, “David! If you don’t show up again, I will clean up the door for the Temple today and have the Eighth Pce removed from the list!”


    “Seventh Pce Master, I said David is not here. Even if you really destroy us, David will not be able to show up!”


    Huo Zhao said to the Seventh Pce Master!


    “Really? Since David is not here, I will kill you first.” The Seventh Pce Master smiled coldly: “After I kill you, I will go find David and see who he is!”


    As soon as he finished speaking, two hurried footsteps came from outside the pce.


    David supported Mo Qingyun’s shoulders and walked slowly into the pce.


    His face was slightly pale, and there was still a trace of blood at the corner of his lips. It was obvious that his injuries had not healed, and the fluctuations of his internal breath were also slightly disordered. The previous fight with the strong man of the third heaven had greatly reduced his strength.