Many powerful people from the temple gathered together. They were dressed in gorgeous clothes and exuded a powerful aura, but at this moment everyone's face was filled with worries and anger, and the debates were heard one after another, echoing in the hall like a surging tide.

The core of the debate is Ling Xiao.

Now, the Batian City where Ling Xiao is located is developing rapidly, like a beast rising in the wilderness, expanding in an unstoppable posture.

The city is full of tall buildings, the streets are full of traffic, the business is prosperous, and the people live and work in peace and contentment, which makes it vaguely the first city of the big town dynasty.

Ling Xiao himself has a monster-like talent.

At a young age, he showed extraordinary strength and understanding. His cultivation speed was a thousand miles a day, making countless people far beyond their reach.

"Ling Xiao must be eliminated, otherwise there will be endless troubles!" A white-haired old man said angrily, his voice sounded in the hall like thunder.

His hair and beard were all open, his eyes were filled with angry flames, his hands were clenched tightly, and his knuckles turned white due to the force.

In his opinion, Ling Xiao's existence is like a time bomb, which may bring disaster to the Great Town Hall at any time.

"It's not easy to talk about it. He has the support of the royal family behind him. And with the current strong man in our Great Town Hall, who can guarantee that he will definitely be killed?" Another middle-aged strong man retorted.

He frowned, and a hint of worry and helplessness appeared in his eyes.

He knew very well that the royal family valued Ling Xiao very much. If they rashly attacked Ling Xiao, it would likely cause dissatisfaction and counterattack from the royal family.

Moreover, Ling Xiao’s own strength should not be underestimated. There are many experts around him to help, and it is not easy to kill him.

For a time, the debate in the hall became more and more intense, and both sides held their own opinions and refused to give in to each other.

Some advocate sending experts immediately to get rid of Ling Xiao at all costs; some believe that they should first observe the situation and find a more suitable opportunity.

The entire hall seemed to have become a battlefield without gunpowder, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Just as everyone was arguing and the atmosphere in the hall was as tense and hot as a volcano about to erupt, an old man in a black robe slowly stood out from the crowd.

The black robe has a thick texture, with dark gold mysterious runes embroidered on the edges, and shining with cold light under the swaying candlelight, as if there are endless secrets hidden.

The old man was hunched over, but he exuded a calm and sharp aura. His face was covered with wrinkles of time, like deep ravines, each of which seemed to be engraved with the changes of the past.

He clasped his fists with his hands, lowered his head slightly, and said in a deep voice: "My Red Rou Palm Sacrifice, I suggest using the Heavenly Tribulation Guard!"

His voice was low and powerful, echoing in the hall like thunder, instantly breaking the original fierce debate, and everyone's eyes focused on him.

The red robe sitting in the main seat was wearing a red robe as bright as flames. The red robe embroidered with lifelike patterns of divine beasts, as if it would fly out of the robe at any time.

His eyes turned cold and shot at the old man in black robe like two sharp blades. The aura around him instantly became cold and depressing.

Before he could speak, the one-eyed old ghost beside him angrily rebuked like an angry beast: "Bold! Heavenly Tribulation Guard is our last trump card, how can we use it easily!"

The one-eyed old ghost is burly and has a thorny muscle, standing in the hall like an iron tower.

The only remaining eye flashed with fierce light, as if it could swallow people.

He glared wide, and the flesh on his face kept trembling with the roar. He held the sword on his waist tightly with one hand, as if he would draw his sword at any time.

The old man in black robe did not retreat. He straightened his hunched back and looked firmly at the Red Rou Palm Sacrifice and the One-Eyed Old Ghost, and continued: "The threat of the Red Rou Palm Sacrifice, the One-Eyed Elder, Ling Xiao is imminent.

Now, under his leadership, Batian City is at its peak and is expanding every day.

There are many masters under his command, and the army is well-trained and disciplined.

Moreover, his own strength has grown at an astonishing rate, and it is said that he has made a new breakthrough recently.

If it is not eradicated in time, our town hall may be directly destroyed by him in the future!

By then, our years of hard work and foundation will be destroyed, so how can we face the ancestors of the Holy Church!”

The Red Rou Palm Saint shook his head slowly, his movements were slow and steady, as if carrying a heavy burden.

He closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and when he opened it, his eyes revealed endless helplessness and worries.

"Get out, you have a long-term plan for this matter. You should also know what the Tianjiewei means.

It is a mysterious force transformed by the souls of the powerful people of the Holy Temple. They have strength beyond ordinary people and terrifying destructive power, and are the last means of saving lives in our Holy Temple.

If we don’t say that we can’t use it, even if we can use it, we are not qualified to make a decision without authorization. For this matter, we must ask the Tianyuan Holy Hall to ask for instructions.

Tianyuan Temple is the superior to our big town temple. Their decisions are related to the fate of the entire temple, and we cannot make decisions without authorization."

The old man in black robe looked unwilling, his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something else, but in the end he could only lower his head helplessly and slowly retreat.

His steps were heavy and slow, and every step seemed to step on his heart. His resentment and unwillingness were like the magma that was about to erupt, but could only be forcibly suppressed in his heart.

The red robe palm sacrifice had a deep gaze, like two bottomless cold pools. He slowly glanced at everyone, sighed helplessly, and said:

"I can understand your feelings. You are all thinking about the future of the Holy Church. But don't forget that we have been imprisoned in this Holy Church by Ling Xiao's grandson.

He didn't know what kind of evil magic he used, and set up a powerful barrier around our temple. If he wanted to go out, he had to pay a huge price, and it might even damage many of our masters. And even if he went out, with our current strength, he would not be able to do anything to him.

His current strength is far from what we can compete with. Let’s give up this matter, the only thing we can count on now is the Tianyuan Temple. I hope they can make decisions as soon as possible and send help, otherwise our big town temple will be in danger."

Just as the Red Robe Palm Sacrifice was about to get up and leave, the heavy Red Robe Sheet swung gently with his movements, as if indicating the difficult situation of the Holy Temple at this moment, a roar suddenly came from the sky.

The sound seemed to come from an ancient giant beast, with endless anger and majesty, instantly penetrated the sky and echoed throughout the world.

The roof of the hall was rustling by the powerful sound, and dust fell down, as if a gray snow had begun.
Chapter completed!