At the same time, the original headquarters of the other four waves of forces remain as backup bases.
In a few days, the overall plan was basically finalized, and the rest was infrastructure work.
Ling Hao's injury has recovered after two or three days of nursing. In addition, with his help, the cultivation levels of several core members of the Rakshasa Hall have been improved again.
White Tiger broke through to the peak of the War Sect, and the Blood Rakshasa not only broke the mirror and entered the sect, but also mentioned the War Sect Xiaocheng in one fell swoop, and Liang Quan, Ma Yu and others also received considerable promotions.
A week later, Ling Hao saw that there was indeed no movement in the Dark Territory Temple, so he took Lu Yue and others back to the country.
Go back to a few days ago.
The news that Feng Maorong was executed on the spot spread to the capital.
In the north of the capital, in the Feng family manor, in the lobby of an antique building.
"Asshole, what a bastard!"
Feng Huakun, the head of the Feng family, roared after answering the phone.
Then, he smashed a valuable antique vase into pieces with one kick, his face so gloomy that he almost dripped water.
Feng Maorong, as one of the most outstanding descendants of the Feng family, is the key training target of the Feng family, and the family has invested a lot of effort and resources in him.
Originally, Feng Huakun expected him to become the leader of the Feng family in the future!
But unexpectedly, he was beheaded like this!
One can imagine his anger!
"Master, this revenge must be avenged!" an older member of the Feng clan said with anger.
"Yes, Lord, the King of the West has gone too far to bully others. He is using our clan as his stepping stone!" Another person said in the same voice.
"Master, when he returns to China this time, I will take people to find him directly and ask him to give us an explanation for the Feng clan!" A guest from the clan said in a deep voice.
"..."
In the hall, all the members of the Feng clan began to chatter, each one filled with anger and rage.
"Okay!" After a while, Feng Huakun frowned and waved his hand: "It's all gone!"
"Master, can this be settled like this?" The elder spoke again.
"Hmph! How could it be possible to just forget about it!" Feng Huakun's tone was cold.
"Does he really think that our Feng family members are soft persimmons and can be manipulated by him? He also overestimates himself!"
"Master Valve, what are your plans?" the old man asked again.
"Don't worry about this, I have my own plan!" Feng Huakun waved his hand again: "Let's all go!"
"Yes!" Everyone bowed and retreated.
After the group of people left, Feng Huakun stared ahead, word by word.
"King Xi, you forced me to do this. If you want to blame me, you can only blame yourself!"
"Master, this matter needs long-term consideration!" An old man's voice came from the inside of the hall, and no one could hear it.
"It is said that King Xi killed Cheng Mu, the first elder of Zixia Sect, in the East District some time ago!"
"As far as I know, Cheng Mu is already a true warrior emperor!"
"Huh? When did his skills become so strong?" Feng Huakun was slightly stunned.
"Perhaps we underestimated him from the beginning, or perhaps his injury deceived us!" the old man responded.
After a brief pause, he continued: "In addition, the legend about his origin has basically been implemented!"
"Really? Where are you from?" Feng Huakun was slightly stunned.
"The top of Tianshan Mountain!" the old man replied after taking a deep breath.
"Huh?!" Feng Huakun's pupils shrank: "Are you sure?"
"Nine times out of ten!" the old man responded again.
call!
Feng Huakun breathed out a heavy breath, and a look of solemnity appeared on his face.
He lit a cigar and took a deep puff: "Even so, Maorong's debt must be settled with him!"
After finishing speaking, he picked up his cell phone from the coffee table and dialed a number.
