"I've never heard of this sect. Is it some powerful hidden sect in the starry sky?"
"I don't know. Even the Ice Clan, one of the ten major families in the Sixth Heaven, has joined the God-killing Pavilion. It seems very powerful!"
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Amid the hustle and bustle of discussion, Ling Luo's family happened to be waiting in line.
"Ling Yao Nu?!"
Shi Qiansong recognized Ling Luo at a glance. His earthy yellow eyes were filled with deep hatred, and he wanted to eat her alive!
"You killed my second brother, I will kill you!"
After all, Shi Qiansong was young and couldn't hold himself back. A layer of extremely rich earth elemental aura condensed on his hands, and he covered Ling Luo's forehead with his thick palm.
"Third brother! Stop!"
The boss, Shi Yisong, had a stern look on his face and his eyes were full of forbearance. He stretched out a hand and clasped Shi Qiansong's arm firmly, "Ancestor Qingyang has an order not to touch Ling Luo's family."
The right wing of the Holy Alliance is nominally supported by the heads of more than a dozen big families and sects, but the real decision-makers are the teachers and ancestors of these heads. They are either in retreat in the Cave Heaven Paradise or traveling in the stars outside the territory. Qing
Ancestor Yang is such a heavyweight existence.
"But -" Shi Qiansong was so angry that he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood from his internal injuries.
Shi Yisong held Shi Qiansong's hand tightly and forced his third brother's arm down. Although his heart was burned by the flames of hatred, he could only endure it.
"We're going to board the ship."
The corners of Ling Luo's lips were raised slightly, her beautiful eyes narrowed dangerously, and she looked at the scene in front of her that was almost a farce, her voice was very calm.
Shi Yisong took a deep breath and said in a very depressed voice: "If you want to board the Great Burning Light Ship, you must do it in the name of the sect..."
"We are the sect." Ling Luo took over Shi Yisong's words, the curvature of his lips deepened, he spread his hands, pointed behind him, and said, "We are a newly established sect, called God-killing Pavilion."
God-killing Pavilion?
Shi Yisong's body trembled slightly, and his khaki eyes glanced down at Bai Ziyue who looked extremely humble and respectful behind Ling Luo and Xuanyuan Yu in surprise.
"Madam, don't be ridiculous. Including Laogui Bai, you are only thirteen people, how can you be called a sect?" Shi Yisong's face became serious and refused to give in even a single point.
At this moment, the strange demon Muyue was in the form of a silver thread, wrapped around the desolate master's wrist, and had no body at all.
"In the entire Sixth Heaven, is there any heavenly rule that clearly stipulates that thirteen people cannot form a sect?"
Ling Luo raised her head slightly, her sharp and smooth chin stood against the light, and the corners of her lips curved into a stunning curve.
Shi Yisong was speechless.
He thought about it carefully, and it seemed that there really was no such rule in the Sixth Heaven.
"But madam, if we distribute crystal cards to all 13 sects and let you board the ship, then wouldn't all the tens of millions of small sects on the sixth level have a reason to insist on boarding the ship?" Shi Yisong said in khaki yellow.
His eyes narrowed dangerously and he said coldly, "Please don't hinder our work."
At this point, the meaning of rejection is already very obvious.
"Who said there are only thirteen people in the God-Slaying Pavilion?" Bai Ziyue shouted, "The entire Ice Clan has been merged into the God-Slaying Pavilion. The five hundred elite disciples accompanying me are all affiliated with the God-Slaying Pavilion!"