Chapter 347: Chen Yundao’s fury!
As soon as the deacon spoke, hall immediately erupted with noise!
“What? Chief Feng died?”
“Who dares to touch a disciple of the Supreme Dao Palace?”
“This has never happened to the Supreme Dao Palace!”
“That’s right, this is impossible!”
“Are you mistaken?”
Disciples discussed amongst themselves, and their expressions were doubtful and incredulous.
This news was truly too shocking, making them momentarily unable to believe it.
Even Chen Yundao was stunned. “Are you telling the truth? Is Feng Wanjiang’s jade tablet really broken?”
“That’s right.”
Deacon knelt on the ground and slowly took out a handful of fragments. Without daring to raise his head, he said, “This is Chief Feng’s Divine Soul Jade Plate. When I was inspecting it, I discovered that it had already shattered.”
The jade plate was the size of a palm but was now in pieces.
It really was Feng Wanjiang!
Hall instantly fell silent!
Divine Soul Jade Plate, also called the Divine Soul Jade Slip, was a magic treasure that every sect would use.
Principle of this thing was very simple.
So long as a strand of Divine Sense was placed within it, or if it was stored within it for three days, then his own soul would be bound to it, equivalent to the extension of one’s soul.
Destruction of the body had no effect, but once the soul died, the jade token would instantly shatter.
It was the same, even if they were in a formation or a secret realm. For the time being, there was no way to cover up the jade plate.
So long as the jade plate shattered, then the soul would surely be destroyed and the body and dao destroyed!
There was no other possibility!
In other words, Feng Wanjiang was dead!
Disciples’ eyes were wide open, and their heads were buzzing.
Although Feng Wanjiang’s reputation in the sect had plummeted since the last incident, he was still the Chief disciple!
He was the personal disciple of Chen Yundao, the future successor of the Supreme Dao Palace!
Did he die?
This was a vicious event that hadn’t happened in hundreds of years!
Boom!
A thunderous roar rang out from the void!
Terrifying pressure filled the hall. All of the disciples couldn’t help but kneel on the ground. Their bodies seemed to be bound, unable to move. Pressure from the depths of their souls made them tremble.
Chen Yundao’s black robe fluttered, his expression extremely gloomy.
“What’s going on?”
His eyes were furious, and his heart filled with true anger.
Even though Feng Wanjiang’s innate talent and temperament weren’t superb, he was still Chen Yundao’s disciple!
This was a provocation!
Chen Yundao waved his sleeve, and the disciple who had just answered the question sucked into his hand.
“Sect, Sect Master…”
Disciple’s expression was somewhat terrified.
Chen Yun said coldly, “Did you just say that Feng Wanjiang and a guardian left the sect?”
Disciple nodded, “That’s right.”
“Who is that guardian? Have they ever returned?”
Disciple replied, “That person’s surname is Sun, and he’s Taiwei Hall’s protector. His cultivation is at the mid Deity Transformation. As for whether or not he will return… In any case, the disciples haven’t seen him these past few days.”
“Taiwei Hall?”
Chen Yundao waved his hand, and the disciple floated back into the crowd.
He then stretched out a finger and tore through the void. Reaching out into the darkness with his right hand, he forcefully pulled out a white-bearded old man!
The old man was still dumbfounded. “Chief? Are you looking for me?”
Chen Yundao asked, “Are you in charge of Taiwei Hall?”
The old man nodded. “That’s right. I’ve always been in charge.”
Chen Yundao asked, “You have a guardian surnamed Sun under you. Did you know that you left the sect with Feng Wanjiang the day before yesterday?”
“Ah?”
The old man’s eyes were somewhat fl.u.s.tered. “There’s, there’s still such a thing…”
Chen Yundao narrowed his eyes and grabbed his head.
“If you don’t want to become an idiot, then release your consciousness for me!”
The old man’s body trembled like a sieve, his eyes turning white.
Looking at this scene, the disciples were all stunned.
He could search through his memories just because of a single disagreement. Was this still the elegant and easy-going Sect Master?
A moment later, Chen Yundao let go of his hand, and the old man collapsed to the ground helplessly.
He was breathing heavily, his face like golden paper, even his soul a bit unstable.
Protector served the sect, and even the Chief disciple could not easily use it. Feng Wanjiang had promised a great benefit, so Protector Sun reluctantly agreed.
Old man knew about this.
However, he usually had a good relationship with Feng Wanjiang, so he only turned a blind eye.
“The secret realm of the East Sea, Death Prison? Could it be that Feng Wanjiang killed by Bai Jiangye?
“Supreme Dao Palace has been quiet for too long. They thought I was easy to bully!”
Chen Yundao’s face was like frost as he stepped through the void and disappeared from the platform.
Hall was deathly silent.
After a long time, the old man finally came back to his senses. For a moment, his headache was splitting.
Even though he hadn’t resisted just now, his soul had suffered quite a bit of damage under Chen Yundao’s brutal methods.
He rubbed the s.p.a.ce between his brows and hoa.r.s.ely said, “What’s going on? Why is the Sect Master suddenly enraged?”
After a moment of silence, the deacon whispered, “Because Chief Feng is dead…”
“What?!”
Old man’s expression stiffened, his eyes filled with fear.
Feng Wanjiang, accompanied by a Deity Transformation guardian, had actually died?
When he recalled the rage of the head master just now, his throat immediately tightened.
This matter would implicate him!
…….
In the far west of vast land.
Broken Soul Cliff.
Devil Sect Death Prison hidden within the layers of mist.
Palace at the top was extremely luxurious.
In the eaves of the pavilion, the atmosphere was boundless.
This was the place everyone yearned for.
First h.e.l.l.
At this moment, in the palace…
Bai Jiangye sat on a chair, his face as pale as paper, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.
Across from him sat a black-robed man.
He wore a hood, and his face could not be seen clearly. His pitch-black robe contained dark red lines.
He was the Sect Master of Death Prison. His surname was Shen, and his single name was Tu.
Shen Tu said in a low voice, “Are you saying that Protector Cheng is dead?”
“Dead.” Bai Jiangye nodded. “He died at Li Tiezhu’s hands.”
Shen Tu was puzzled, “Protector Cheng is still at the peak of Deity Transformation. That Li Tiezhu has just entered the Myriad Sword Pavilion, yet she has such strength?”
Bai Jiangye’s eyes trembled slightly as if he had recalled something terrifying.
“That Li Tiezhu is not a mortal! Not only could her Sword Qi transform into a dragon and kill demons, but she was also terrifyingly powerful!”