His screams drowned out the wretched cries of the dead.
The Poison Sect's upper echelons could see Pavilion Lord Fo's ruthlessness, but no one stepped forward to stop him. They all thought this was how it should be.
They didn't have a good impression of traitors and wanted nothing more than to kill them all. This pair of master and disciple were no exception.
Xiao Yang couldn't help but sigh at the sight. Life wasn't easy to come by, so why didn't they cherish it? Why did they have to walk this path of death?
He hadn't expected the sect's punishment to be so cruel as to directly kill them.
However, this was different from Xiao Yang's previous guesses.
If they wanted to kill a chicken to warn the monkeys and uphold the sect's dignity and rules, they should've killed him back at the vegetarian restaurant. Why leave him alive until now?
Moreover, look at Pavilion Lord Fo's killing methods. They're very different.
When he killed the vice pavilion lord, he killed him straight away. But when he killed Wuhua, he didn't cut to the chase, nor did he give him a quick death. Instead, it seemed like he was tormenting him and stalling for time. It was as if he was waiting for something to appear.
Killing traitors wasn't something worth watching in the first place. It wasn't as if there hadn't been traitors since the Poison Sect's founding. In the end, it was Pavilion Lord Fo or Pavilion Lord Fo who cleaned up the sect themselves. This time, almost ninety percent of the Poison Sect's upper echelons had gathered. It was too special.
Sure enough, just as Xiao Yang thought, when the last terrifying Buddhist power was about to destroy No Flower's body, a black shadow suddenly condensed next to No Flower. The shape of the shadow was that of a person. If one looked closely, the shadow condensed a little more clearly. One could see that the shadow was an old woman.
With the appearance of this old woman, the situation in the surroundings immediately changed dramatically.
First, it was No Flower's hands. The old woman pointed in the air as if she was touching some kind of law. The exploding blood mist gathered and reappeared in the air. Then, it poured into No Flower's hands. Not long after, No Flower's hands were back to normal.
Wu Hua's legs were the same. The old woman only repeated the technique once, and then the blood mist from the previous explosion converged into Wu Hua's legs. Wu Hua recovered in an instant.
In addition, the terrifying Buddhist power that had gathered in his body was suppressed the moment the old woman appeared.
Next, the old woman stretched out her withered and wrinkled hand and patted Wuhua's shoulder. With this pat, the Buddhist power lingering around Wuhua dissipated in an instant.
Wu Hua only felt his whole body become relaxed, and the original pain had all disappeared. What was left was the pleasure of being healthy. It was as if he had been reborn. It was an indescribable feeling.
He raised his head and glanced at the person. He recognized him at first glance. It was the ancestor of the Wuhua Clan, the only Martial Saint. He hadn't expected the ancestor to appear here for him. It was unbelievable.
"Old, Old Ancestor, it's really you. Why are you here? Your children and grandchildren are useless and have embarrassed you. "
After Wu Hua recognized the old woman, he burst into tears again. Then he immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
If the old woman had not come, he would have been killed by Pavilion Lord Buddha. His fate would have been even worse than that of the Vice Pavilion Lord.
From this, it could be seen how much the old woman doted on Wuhua. She actually appeared here.
"Don't cry. Get up. Men don't cry easily. You have embarrassed the Wuhua family. I didn't save such a person."
The old woman comforted him. She pointed with one hand and a gentle force spread out from her finger. It acted on Wuhua's body and made him slowly stand up.
Wuhua only felt that his body was out of control. He slowly got up and stood behind the old woman.
The old woman glanced at the Vice Pavilion Lord and frowned. Then she looked at Wuhua.
Wuhua hurriedly said, "Old Ancestor, that's my master. He died for me. If …"
His meaning was obvious. He hoped the old woman would also save the Vice Pavilion Lord. However, before he could speak, he was immediately stopped by the old woman. The old woman waved her hand as if she had touched some kind of law. A seal was placed on No Flower's mouth. No matter how hard No Flower tried, he could not speak.
This method was truly unimaginable. Both Wuhua and Pavilion Lord Buddha were shocked. At the same time, the Poison Sect's upper echelons were equally shocked. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. This old woman who had appeared out of nowhere wasn't simple at all. She was simply unfathomable.
Only Xiao Yang saw the trick clearly. Because he was the Unparalleled Ruler of All Ages in his past life, he had seen many things and understood many things. Judging from the old woman's method, it was Wu Zun's unique ability to use the power of laws.
"It looks like Wuhua was telling the truth."
Xiao Yang muttered to himself. He'd doubted Wuhua's identity before, but now that he saw this old woman, there was nothing to doubt.
He also knew that his guess was right. The reason why Pavilion Master Fo and the others did not kill the Vice Pavilion Master and Wuhua in the Vegetarian Restaurant was that they were afraid of something. Now, the thing they were afraid of had appeared. It was this old woman.
An old woman whose cultivation was comparable to Wu Zun's. Even the Poison Sect Master had to be wary of her. In Chaos City, Xiao Yang had seen other Wu Zun. Anyone at Wu Zun's level was a powerful existence who guarded a region.
It looked like Wuhua's background wasn't ordinary at all. How enviable.
"Who hurt my great-grandson to this extent?"
The old woman's gaze was very calm. There was no surprise or danger, and it was very ordinary. Her gaze naturally fell on Pavilion Lord Buddha.
She ignored the Vice Pavilion Lord and Wuhua's previous suggestion.
She'd come here to save people, and she'd only appear when Wuhua was in a life and death situation. She'd only saved Wuhua, and no one else.
Thus, she'd only glanced at the Vice Pavilion Lord's death a little longer than necessary, but didn't react.
Pavilion Lord Buddha was a little nervous. His face was a little pale, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. After all, he was facing Wu Zun, and he was only a seventh-level Martial Ancestor Pavilion Lord. Shouldn't someone as powerful as Wu Zun be left to the sect master?
Once the other party killed him, there was no guarantee that the sect master would avenge him. Thus, Pavilion Lord Buddha acted very carefully.
He tried his best to maintain a neither servile nor overbearing appearance as he cautiously said, "Senior, Wuhua and the Vice Pavilion Lord are both traitors of the Poison Sect. According to the Poison Sect's rules, all traitors are to be executed."
Since he couldn't compare to the other party in terms of strength, he had to rely on morals to influence them. This was Pavilion Lord Buddha's idea.
He had absolute reason and stood on the moral high ground. He was only dealing with his own sect's affairs and cleaning up his own sect. There was no reason to blame him.
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