Supreme Sovereign

One stone stirs up a thousand waves.

Uncle Zhao simply said two words, decisive and straightforward. It was as if a sharp sword light had cut the throats of everyone present. Not only were they speechless, but it was even difficult to breathe.

In the main hall, the temperature dropped sharply. It was like a huge mountain pressing down on our heads, leaving everyone breathless.

Faced with Uncle Zhao's decisive answer, the Zhao family leader finally found it difficult to control. His face was as gloomy as water, and he looked like a wild beast about to go crazy, giving people an extremely dangerous feeling.

However, Uncle Zhao remained motionless. Like a tall and straight green pine, no matter how strong the wind blows, it still refuses to bend.

"Zhao Mo, it seems that the head of this family shouldn't make any detours with you."

After a long time, the Zhao family leader finally regained his composure, but the sound was like the cold wind blowing from the Nine Nether Hell, making people feel cold to the soul.

Uncle Zhao looked at the Zhao family leader calmly, his eyes were like a bottomless abyss, without any flaws: "It should have been like this a long time ago. Why are you pretending to be here?"

"you!"

The head of the Zhao family's eyes were cold, and the momentum on his body was uncontrollable and spewed out like a huge wind and huge waves. Although he quickly restrained himself, he could still see his unusually strong strength.

"How brave Zhao Mo! How dare you talk to the head of the family like this!"

"If it weren't for the fact that you are also a direct descendant of my Zhao family, just what you just said would be enough to make you die a thousand times!"

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The elders' eyes were about to burst, and they stood up one after another to scold Uncle Zhao. It looked like a group of dogs that were loyal to their master and gritted their teeth when they saw their master being insulted.

Of course, not all elders are like this. The three elders who occupied the first three seats on the right always had their eyes half open and half closed, looking listless and indifferent to everything happening on the scene.

At this moment, the scene was a little out of control. The old man sitting first on the right finally opened his eyes slightly. That turbid gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing towards Uncle Zhao.

"Quiet."

The old and weak voice has infinite magic power.

The other elders at the scene seemed to have been cast into mute spells and were completely speechless.

"Zhao Mo, hand over your things."

The old man's voice was hoarse, as if he would die after just one word. But in his words, there was domineering and strength that could not be rejected.

Uncle Zhao finally couldn't help it and frowned: "What, you finally couldn't help it?"

Uncle Zhao showed no fear, and his face showed a calmness that could see life and death from beginning to end.

"Zhao Mo, even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about the lives of thousands of people in the Zhao family."

The second old man on the right seat spoke, and his voice was much softer than that of the first old man. But the faintly expressed persuasion seemed to be blaming Uncle Zhao from a high moral point.

When Uncle Zhao heard this, he couldn't help but sneer. Immediately, he showed sarcasm for the first time and asked: "What do the thousands of lives of the Zhao family have to do with me?"

"Zhao Mo! Don't forget! You are also a member of the Zhao family! The blood flowing in your body is the blood of my Zhao family!"

The fourth elder on the left couldn't help but stand up, pointed at Uncle Zhao, and shouted: "The Zhao family gave birth to you and raised you! How dare you abandon the interests of the family now? Don't forget, everything about you belongs to Zhao. Home for you!”

Uncle Zhao raised his brows, looked directly at the other party with cold eyes, and said leisurely: "Who do you think you are? When I left the Zhao family, I didn't remember that there was a person like you."

"you!"

The arrogance and indignation on the man's face suddenly turned into immense embarrassment. My throat seemed to be stuck with something and I couldn't say a word.

The head of the Zhao family stood up, but like a ghost, he instantly floated in front of Uncle Zhao.

Seeing Uncle Zhao looking at him calmly, a touch of sadness flashed in the eyes of the Zhao family leader: "Brother Mo, it's been a hundred years. Can't you come out of what happened back then? Could it be that you really Can you bear to see the family that gave birth to you and raised you wiped out? Do you think that you would rather keep something useless to you as a waste than use it to save the family from crisis? "

Uncle Zhao looked at the Zhao family leader indifferently. After a moment, he shook his head indifferently: "In the blink of an eye, the events of that year are imprinted on my heart and it is impossible to forget! Besides, that thing does not belong to me, let alone you!"

The head of the Zhao family frowned, and a chill flashed across his small eyes: "I didn't expect you to be as stubborn as ever. It seems that I will have to use some means to make you hand over your things today."

Suddenly, the head of the Zhao family turned his attention to Qin Yi behind Uncle Zhao. That gaze was like a cheetah staring at its prey, dark and fierce.

Obviously, he called Qin Yi over just to use him to restrain Uncle Zhao.

Qin Yi was not afraid, and actually looked directly at the Zhao family leader's solemn eyes and looked at him.

His fearless look surprised the Zhao family leader slightly.

The person standing in front of him was clearly a young boy. But the indifferent aura shown by the other party was like a basin of cold water poured directly on the burning fire in the heart of the Zhao family.

"Come here, take this kid down."

The head of the Zhao family turned around indifferently and issued a faint order. Suddenly, hundreds of fully armed guards rushed out from around the vast hall.

They had no expression on their faces, they only obeyed the orders of the Zhao family leader and rushed towards Qin Yi quickly.

Qin Yi was not afraid. There was already a long sword in his hand among the lightning and flint, and the cold air swept around him like a wild wave.

"superior!"

The head of the Zhao family waved his hand and ordered indifferently.

Hundreds of Zhao family guards, wrapped in murderous aura, flew towards Qin Yi like arrows from a bow.

Qin Yi had a blank expression on his face. He faced the guards who were charging at him, and instead of retreating, he flew up.

Swish!

A cold light like a crescent moon floated out from the edge of the sword.

The cold light surged in the air and slashed forward. This sword was simple and unremarkable, but it seemed like thousands of troops, carrying a magnificent momentum, pushing forward horizontally.

In just a blink of an eye, dozens of people fell in the direction Qin Yi was facing.

Moreover, Qin Yi did not rest at all, and slashed one sword after another in all directions. Suddenly, the whole hall was filled with sword energy, and the sword energy formed a huge net, wrapping all the guards who besieged Qin Yi.

Ah!

The originally peaceful hall was instantly drowned by screams one after another. Everyone who was hit by Qin Yi's sword energy had frost on the surface of their wounds, and blood could not flow out. Otherwise, the strong smell of blood would be nauseating.

Qin Yi exhaled a breath of turbid air, put down the Seven Killing Sword, and looked at the head of the Zhao family calmly again.

The head of the Zhao family frowned, and his gloomy face was covered with frost as if it was swept by Qin Yi's Seven Killing Sword Qi.

"Boy, don't forget that your friend is still in the hands of my Zhao family."