The inner energy of the Heavenly Heart Technique flowed continuously. His mind was calm, but there was a hint of anger.
He had a greater ambition for the Holy Church of Light. He wanted to control the Holy Church of Light for his own use. Now that he had gained Sun Mingyue's full trust and made a few more contributions, his prestige in the church would increase.
When that time came, his power would only be below Sun Mingyue's. Once he said a word, the Holy Church of Light would obey him. With the Holy Church of Light's help, he would be able to do many things.
Therefore, he regarded the Holy Church of Light as his own force. The sudden death of a branch made him extremely angry. It was as if his pet had been killed. He hated the murderer very much and wanted to destroy the murderer.
Anger and calmness were originally opposites, but under the circulation of the Heavenly Heart Technique, they were strangely compatible and were in a strange state.
He suddenly felt that the world had suddenly become quiet. It was as if the world had stopped moving and time had stopped flowing. Everything was still, and his mind was exceptionally calm. He could do whatever he wanted. All restraints had been removed, and his mind had completely regained its freedom.
With a flash of inspiration, he used the Heavenly Heart Technique's inner energy to activate the Peering Technique.
A cold aura flowed through his hand and into his mind. A distorted shadow suddenly appeared in front of him. This distorted shadow gradually became clearer, and he could clearly see who was inside and what was happening.
As this scene appeared, the aura in his mind dissipated and his eyes became clear again. What he saw earlier was like a dream.
He squinted his eyes. This was the Peering Technique under the Star Stone. It was indeed different from using the Peering Technique himself. It was a completely different situation!
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A bright moon hung high in the night sky, slowly sprinkling down its light. Everything around it became mysterious as if there were countless secrets hidden in the dark that could jump out at any time.
Ever since the Qiu Dynasty and the Li Dynasty stopped fighting, Falling Autumn City suddenly became prosperous.
The trade between the two countries was reopened. Falling Autumn City was where the trade between the two countries was located. The trade that was affected by the war rebounded in retaliation, and it was several times more prosperous than usual. Falling Autumn City became prosperous in a short period of time.
There was a big house on a street next to the Central Street. It was the Tiger Fury Clan where the White Tiger Sect was located.
Even though it was midnight, the street was still bustling and brightly lit. However, the place where the Tiger Fury Clan was located was quiet as if the people had fallen asleep.
Ten figures in dark gray clothes silently landed in the courtyard of the Furious Tiger Hall.
Their footsteps were soundless and their clothes were soundless. They arrived outside a house as light as a feather. The four of them stood guard outside. Two of them put their hands together and pressed on the door of the house. Soundlessly, they removed the door and moved it open. The remaining four people entered the house.
Two muffled groans could be heard from within the house. Then, silence returned, and the four of them floated out.
They each had their own roles, and they cooperated with tacit understanding. They dealt with the situation cleanly. The two Tiger Fury Hall disciples had already silently died. They entered another room, and then two more Tiger Fury Hall disciples silently died.
"Who is it!" A shout suddenly resounded through the entire Tiger's Fury Hall.
Suddenly, the lights were turned on.
The large and quiet Tiger's Fury Hall suddenly became brightly lit. All the disciples ran out of the house, and more than a hundred people surrounded the courtyard in the blink of an eye. The ten men in gray were exposed to the light and were glared at by the crowd. They were ready to pounce on them at any time.
Four middle-aged men in white clothes slowly walked over. The crowd quickly made way for them. The four middle-aged men in white clothes split into two groups and stood on the left and right. Hall Master Zhang Teng walked out from the center. He was dressed in a loose nightgown and stared at the ten men in gray with a gloomy expression.
The ten men in gray did not conceal their faces. They looked at Zhang Teng and the crowd calmly.
"Monk Zhi Shan!" Zhang Teng's expression was extremely gloomy.
A tall and burly monk stood in the middle of the ten men. His bald head gleamed under the light, and his eyes were bright like torches. He put his palms together calmly and suddenly smiled brightly. "Hall Master Zhang, sorry to disturb you!"
"What are you doing!" Zhang Teng said coldly. "Why are you killing the Tiger Fury Hall disciples for no reason?"
"Hehe, Hall Master Zhang, that's a funny question." Zhi Shan's handsome face revealed a sarcastic smile. "Isn't it obvious? We're here to kill and avenge the Qiu Dynasty's soldiers!"
"Are you trying to start a war again?" Zhang Teng asked in a deep voice. "We just stopped fighting and you're already provoking us again. Do you really want to fight to the death?"
"We don't care what the army does." Zhi Shan shook his head. "But the Li Dynasty's martial arts world can forget about this. We'll continue to kill until the Li Dynasty's martial arts world admits defeat!"
"How arrogant!" Zhang Teng sneered. "Alright, the White Tiger Sect will fight you to the end!"
"Hall Master Zhang, you're the one who's arrogant!" Zhi Shan said with a smile. "Do you think the White Tiger Sect can afford to fight us? Today, we'll let Hall Master Zhang know how powerful we are. Everyone, let's do it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the nine grey-robed men immediately pounced on the crowd and attacked first. Instantly, the shadows of swords and sabers flashed, fist force and palm wind whistled, and the battle became chaotic. From time to time, Tiger Fury Clan's disciples fell.
Zhi Shan stood where he was with a smile and looked at Zhang Teng. Since Zhang Teng did not move, he did not move. The other nine men were like wolves that had entered a flock of sheep. They were invincible and no one could match them. In just a short while, ten Tiger Fury Clan's disciples had fallen.
Zhang Teng gritted his teeth and glared at Monk Zhi Shan. "Hai Cang Mountain, Royal Blade Palace, come at me together!"
"Yes." Monk Zhi Shan pressed his palms together and smiled. "Our three sects have joined forces. Do you want to join forces too? Won't the Holy Church of Light destroy you first? "
"You did it!" Zhang Teng shouted. "You killed the Holy Church of Light's branch!"
"At least you're not hopelessly stupid." Monk Zhi Shan shook his head and sighed. "Sigh, the world is like a wheel. Yin and Yang coexist, and life and death go hand in hand. You don't have to worry too much. After the Tiger Fury Clan is destroyed, we'll frame the Holy Church of Light. What do you think will happen? Haha! "
He laughed heartily, looking extremely joyful.
"What a vicious method!" Zhang Teng gritted his teeth and felt a chill run down his spine. "As a Buddhist disciple, how could they use such a vicious method? Aren't they afraid of retribution?"
"Life is death, and death is life. The cycle of life and death is endless. Why do you need to be so stubborn?" Monk Zhi Shan shook his head. "Don't worry. After you die, you'll only need to experience nine reincarnations. You'll be reborn as a human. Don't be afraid."
Zhang Teng glared at him and secretly channeled his energy.
Once the Tiger Fury Clan was destroyed, they could frame the Holy Church of Light. The consequences could be predicted.
Because the disciples of the White Tiger Sect cultivated the White Tiger Power, all of them were hot-tempered. They were like dry firewood that could be easily ignited. They were not as calm as Zhao Dahe. Once they found out that the Holy Church of Light had killed them using martial arts, they would immediately take revenge. The Holy Church of Light would not be lenient either. A war between the two sects would greatly damage their strength, but the real culprit would be able to get away with it.
When he thought about this, he felt angry and worried. He immediately let out a long whistle.
The whistle spread out like a tidal wave. It could be heard in half of Falling Autumn City.
However, Monk Zhi Shan was calm. He shook his head and said, "You want to ask them for help, don't you?"
"How dare you! The Tiger Fury Clan isn't the only sect in Falling Autumn City!" Zhang Teng scoffed.
Monk Zhi Shan shook his head and sighed. "I'm really sorry. I haven't told you about this yet, Clan Leader Zhang. Actually, we're not the only sect. The Tian Luo Sect and the Flaming Sun Palm have sent people to greet them. They can't even take care of themselves, so it's impossible for them to come and save you. You should just sweep away the snow in front of your own sect!"
Zhang Teng frowned and stared at him.
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