The national goddess she overturned

Chapter 866 I see who dares!

"Congratulations to the unpopular master!"

"Congratulations to the unpopular master!"

"Congratulations to the unpopular master!"

The fat man gritted his steel teeth and met Lao Guo's contemptuous gaze, wishing he could kill him on the spot.

Leng Yue looked around, brushed her hair behind her shoulders, and ordered in a cold voice, "In the organization, all statues and portraits about the previous head of the sect, as well as books and materials about her, are all smashed and burned, and there is no trace left. Don't stay!"

Before the words were finished, there was a sudden exclamation from the direction of the door.

A pitch-black figure stepped through the door, his hair was blown up by the wind, his demeanor was cold and cold, and his delicate and perfect face, which was comparable to that of a god, immediately amazed everyone's sights.

Even the men present who thought they were beautiful were all ashamed of themselves, they all sighed and followed his figure intently.

Needle drop could be heard at the scene, and wherever the man passed, the crowd automatically gave way to a wide avenue.

Walking to the front of the crowd, the man stared at Leng Yue with eyes colder than a falcon.

"I see who dares!"

The moment the voice fell, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

Intimidated by his aura, the person who recognized his identity immediately came back to his senses, and knelt down on one knee: "Master Hanyu!"

Fatty even forgot the pain on his body, looked at him with his mouth open, and murmured, "Ziliang, you've come! If you don't come, Fatty, I won't be able to keep my ass!"

Leng Yue looked at the handsome man in front of him in surprise, took a step back, "You are... you are... Ziliang?"

She joined the organization three years ago, and the description she heard about Ziliang was nothing more than a cold personality, second only to the sect master in power, but she never knew that he was so... stunning.

The ten elders were either standing or sitting, looking at the man who had disappeared from the audience for five years, and their palms were sweating coldly.

This man, who is more terrifying than the devil, is the head of Rashomon. When Lingyin was still there, his status was far above them.

But the evil thing is, he won't grow old.

Seeing that the original senior brother maintained his 20-year-old appearance, but they turned into a dry old man, it was inevitable to classify him as a different kind in private.

"Zi Liang, why are you back?" The First Elder concealed his inner panic and guilt, tried to save face and sat motionless on the chair, and never saluted him.

Since he chose to rebel, there is no need to maintain the superficial politeness.

Hanyu Ziliang's cold and sharp eyes swept over, even the god Da Luo would tremble.

Resisting the fear deep in their hearts, the ten elders looked at each other and made up their minds to take him down.

"Ziliang, don't blame us for being ruthless. You haven't shown up for five years, and the Rashomon is managed by us elders. Have you fulfilled your responsibilities for a day?" The fourth elder turned back with a righteous attitude. Hats off.

"Stop talking nonsense!" The fat man didn't give him any face. "Ziliang has been looking for a birth plate for so many years, and he almost lost his life. You old bastards are lying at home enjoying themselves, and you actually beat them up!"

"Who knows if the Luo Shengpan really exists, or is it just a cover?" the Great Elder sneered.

"I can go to you!"

The fat man stood up, rubbed his bound hands up and down, and moved in front of Ziliang, "Why are you standing there? Untie it for me!"

Ziliang drew out his long sword and waved it casually, but no matter how he moved, the rope fell to the ground naturally.

(End of this chapter)