Chapter 1273
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"Long Bufan actually managed to kill ninety-nine people!"
"Then wouldn't his final opponent be the young Lord Bai Weng?!"
Inside the hall, many young elites secretly swallowed their saliva. Their faces were filled with shock as they stared at the number flashing with scarlet light above Long Bufan's head.
Even if Long Bufan was defeated by the young Bai Weng, it was enough to be proud of. At the very least, he had reached the level of a hall master.
Of course, Long Bufan's current strength was not the same as the old hall master's. Instead, he had the foundation to advance to the hall master level in the future.
For example, if a man wanted to enter politics and become an official, he would need to at least be knowledgeable and have a strong foundation. Only then would he have the ability to pass the imperial examinations and be appointed as a high official by the empire.
Hence, as long as there were no accidents, Long Bufan would develop steadily in the Shrine Pavilion based on his current potential. It was extremely likely that he would become a hall master in the future.
"Oh? Someone's coming. "
It was at this moment that the old hall master's heart suddenly shook. He lifted his head and looked above the crowd as he muttered to himself in a low voice, "This aura is …"
* Boom! *
Before the old palace chief could finish speaking, an unusual sound was suddenly emitted from the top of the hall. Everyone present was immediately startled. They lifted their heads to look at the sky, only to be shocked to see that the invisible space had unknowingly been torn apart. Soon after, a searing purple-red flame suddenly seeped out from the spatial crack line that had been torn apart.
"The Purple Sacred Flame. It's from the Fire Pavilion, one of the eight core halls. Moreover, it's a high ranking member!"
The old hall master's expression abruptly changed. The Purple Sacred Flame was the Fire Scale Pavilion's martial art. Only a high ranking member of the Fire Scale Pavilion could control the Purple Sacred Flame to burn through space and travel here.
Each of the eight core halls of the Shrine Pavilion was managed by a pavilion master or hall master.
Hence, there was no doubt that it was the pavilion master of the Fire Pavilion.
In the sky above the palace, as the flames slowly dispersed, a middle-aged man in a red brocade robe and two warriors in purplish-red scale armor appeared in everyone's sight.
The eyes of the old hall master, Yang Yunfeng, and the others widened when they saw the three people, especially the middle-aged man leading the group. Their hearts suddenly jumped. As expected, the pavilion master of the Fire Pavilion had arrived.
As for the other disciples who had just entered the Sky Hall, they did not express any opinion. They simply felt that the powerful aura of these people made them feel pressured, because they did not know who these people were. However, their confusion only lasted for a moment, before they suddenly revealed astonishment.
The old hall master, Yang Yunfeng and the rest had already bowed towards the red robed middle-aged man. Their tone was extremely respectful as they said, "Greetings pavilion master Chu Yun!"
Pavilion Master? Chu Yun!
Everyone's expressions changed drastically when they heard the old hall master and Yang Yunfeng address the red robed middle-aged man as they stared dumbfoundedly at the sky. The red robed middle-aged man before them was pavilion master Chu Yun of the Fire Scale Pavilion, one of the eight core halls?
Everyone knew that the eight core halls were the true core strength of the Shrine Pavilion. The outer Sky Hall and Earth Hall disciples like them were merely nobodies. This difference was akin to the difference between the regular army of an empire and the ragtag army of a small town. It was like the difference between heaven and earth.
"Fire Scale Pavilion … pavilion master …"
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