Chapter 339
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"I didn't expect that the Sect would send Hall Master Wang to invite me back." The corners of Long Bufan's mouth curled up into a faint smile as he looked at Wang Yi. His gaze shifted to the ten black-robed men behind him. The aura emanating from their bodies was extraordinary. Judging from their attire, it was obvious that they were Inner Hall Deacons of the sect.
The Deacons of the Sect were divided into four levels: Silver Deacons, Cyan Deacons, Black Deacons, and Blood Deacons. The black-robed warriors were one of the more powerful forces in the Inner Hall of the Sect. Everyone's cultivation was at least at Lv 1 of the Divine Sea Realm.
The most mysterious Blood Deacons would only appear when the Sect was in danger, and only the Sect Master could mobilize them.
Long Bufan could roughly estimate the strength of the Black Deacons, but what about the Blood Deacons? Only the higher-ups of the Sect knew about them.
"I killed the people of the Yin-Yang school to help the disciples of the Sect." Long Bufan frowned and said.
"We are just following orders. We don't care about anything else!" Wang Yi's voice was still calm and impartial.
Looking solemnly at Palace Master Wang Yi and the ten black-robed deacons, Long Bufan's brain cells quickly turned. He compared the strength of the two sides. Although he had the Black Underworld, a rune armor soldier at the second tier of the Spirit Sea Realm, with the unfathomable strength of Palace Master Wang Yi, even if he could stop him, how could he deal with the ten black-robed deacons?
There were ten masters at the First Lv 1 of the Divine Sea Realm. Even if he transformed into the Dragon Blood Demonic Soldier, one black-robed Deacon was enough to give him a headache. Bo Xiong and the other Berserkers were only generals in the army, whose strength was at most at the Late Stage of the Sky Origin Realm. They could only kill the masters of the Sect in seconds.
As disciples of the Sect, Wu Yi and his brothers dared not offend their superiors. Long Bufan would certainly sacrifice himself for his brother, but Long Bufan didn't want to implicate his brother.
"Well, I will go back to the Sect with you." After quickly calculating the difference in strength between the two sides in his mind, Long Bufan sighed in his heart and could only nod.
"Master!"
"Boss …"
"Let's just fight it out with them. What's the big deal? There are so many of us, what's there to be afraid of …"
An Sen, Long Yunfei, Da Meng and the others shouted almost simultaneously. Xiao Bai leaped onto the dining table and bared his teeth at Wang Yi and the others.
Bo Xiong immediately roared, "Enemy attack! Help!"
In an instant, hundreds of Berserkers guarding inside the City Lord's Mansion rushed in from the various passages of the courtyard, instantly surrounding Wang Yi and the others in the courtyard.
The Berserkers present all looked excited. In their eyes, Long Bufan was now a great hero of their Berserker Race. Now that the hero in their hearts was about to be taken away, how could they be at ease? Chief Boxiong of the Berserker Tribe took the lead and drew his weapon. Just as he was about to lead his troops to charge, he was stopped by Long Bufan!
"Don't be impulsive. You are no match for them!" Long Bufan screamed, frowning.
"Your Excellency, although we're not powerful, we're all fighters who dare to risk our lives. For your Excellency, we'll never be stingy with our lives!" Bo Xiong clenched his fists as he looked at Long Bufan and said resolutely.
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