Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"High Priest," someone said cautiously, with a hint of tentativeness in his voice, "How should we deal with Hun Wuxu?" His eyes revealed a complex emotion towards Hun Wuxu, with both vigilance and a subtle fear.

The High Priest heard this, his eyes were like torches, as if he could see through people's hearts.

He spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful:

"This person is disloyal and unjust, and will do anything to achieve his goals. He has no morality in his heart. For such a person, we can only use him as a tool, and never really reuse him. If he wants the resources of the temple, let him exchange them with his merits. How can the resources of our temple fall into the hands of such disloyal and unjust people?"

At this point, the High Priest's tone became more firm: "We still focus on cultivating Bai Yan, A Ke and others. They are loyal, brave, and just, and they are the hope of our temple in the future. People like Hun Wuxu, no matter how talented and powerful they are, are just a flash in the pan and cannot last long."

Everyone nodded in agreement after hearing this. They knew that the decision of the high priest was far-sighted, considering not only the long-term development of the temple, but also the current situation.

"Then let Hun Wuxu take action against the Demon Suppression Mansion next time. If he dares not to take action, directly detonate the temple mark in his body."

The second high priest nodded slightly, with a deep light flashing in his eyes, as if he was weighing every detail. After a moment, he slowly spoke with unquestionable majesty in his voice.

"Okay, three days later, order the Demon Suppression Mansion Temple and the forces of the Soul Suppression Mansion to attack Long Yingtian's Demon Suppression Mansion. We will also take action secretly and try to hide our identities. After all, it will be bad for our image if we are exposed."

The words of the high priest fell, like a final decision, and the entire conference hall instantly became quiet, leaving only the occasional sound of the wind outside the window, as if silently foreshadowing the coming storm.

His face was stern, and his eyes revealed an irresistible determination. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with unquestionable power.

"Three days later!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment. This sudden decision caught them off guard. After all, for such a major operation, three days is too tight, and many details and arrangements cannot be completed in time.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Shouldn't we get rid of the soul rain first?" The question was asked with a hint of confusion and anxiety. It was Qian Feng, the former Palace Master of the Empress Palace.

She was wearing a simple and elegant robe. Although her face was a little haggard, her eyes still flashed with unyielding light.

Since she fled here and joined the Holy Hall of the Soul-Calming Mansion, she has been planning all the time how to make a comeback and revive the glory of the Empress Palace. At this moment, facing this sudden decision, she couldn't help but feel a little confused and worried.

The atmosphere in the meeting room became subtle because of Qian Feng's question. Everyone's eyes were focused on the high priest, waiting for him to give an answer.

The chief priest said in a cold and warm voice: "Should we let them recuperate?"

The voice of the chief priest echoed in the empty meeting room, with an unquestionable firmness and coldness. His eyes were as deep as the abyss, as if he could see through everything, and seemed to hide endless secrets and strategies.

The cold and warm tone was not only a calm analysis of the current situation, but also a spur to everyone's hesitation.

Qian Feng was silent. This was true. If we don't attack now, and wait for Long Yingtian to flatten the Demon Suppression Mansion and stabilize the position, then it will be over.

Her frown revealed deep worries, but more of them were unwillingness and determination. She knew that once she missed the opportunity, it would be difficult to fight back. Therefore, even with many concerns in her heart, she had to admit that the decision of the chief priest was wise.

If we attack immediately, maybe Long Yingtian won't have a chance to suppress the Empress Palace and the Demon Suppression Palace. In this way, we can cooperate from inside and outside, attack from the front and back, and make Long Yingtian unable to defend.

This thought flashed through Qian Feng's mind, like a flash of lightning that broke through the darkness, allowing her to see the dawn of hope. A trace of determination flashed in her eyes, as if she had seen victory in sight.

"But the Demon Soul King's clone..." Qian Feng was still a little worried. Although her voice was light, it was heavy and could not be ignored. She looked at the high priest, her eyes were full of expectation and trust, as if she was looking for an answer that would reassure her.

"Don't worry, I will deal with the clone myself, so you don't have to worry." The high priest said confidently, revealing unquestionable domineering and determination in his tone. His eyes were firm and deep, as if he had seen through the true and false of the Demon Soul King's clone and was sure of victory.

His words were like a shot of adrenaline, which instantly dissipated the doubts in Qian Feng and others' hearts, and replaced them with an unprecedented confidence and courage.

"Why not ask the Holy Lord to come out?" Qian Feng's voice was filled with a hint of urgency and confusion. She looked at the chief priest with burning eyes, and her eyes flashed with faith and expectation in the strength of the Holy Lord of the Soul-Suppressing Mansion.

In her heart, the extraordinary strength of the Holy Lord of the Soul-Suppressing Mansion was enough to crush all enemies, including the feared clone of the Demon Soul King.

The Holy Lord of the Soul-Suppressing Mansion Holy Hall was famous and his strength was unfathomable, far beyond the Holy Lord of the Demon Soul-Suppressing Mansion Holy Hall.

Qian Feng firmly believed that if the Holy Lord of the Soul-Suppressing Mansion took action, he would be able to easily resolve this crisis and make the clone of the Demon Soul King nowhere to hide. This belief, like a blazing flame, burned in her heart and could not be extinguished.

However, in the face of Qian Feng's proposal, the high priest just looked at her coldly, and his eyes revealed an unquestionable majesty and confidence.

His voice was low and powerful, as if it contained endless majesty and power: "To deal with a clone, why bother the Holy Lord? I am enough. Don't you look down on me?"

While speaking, the high priest's breath suddenly burst out, surging like a stormy wave, and instantly swept the entire conference hall.

The terrifying breath, like a substance, oppressed everyone's mind, making people feel fear and awe involuntarily. Qian Feng was the first to bear the brunt. She only felt an unprecedented pressure like a mountain, making her almost unable to breathe.

At that moment, Qian Feng's face instantly turned pale as paper, her eyes widened, full of disbelief and shock. She had never thought that the strength of this high priest was so terrifying, and the strength of the breath was simply unimaginable.

She couldn't help but feel a deep awe and fear in her heart, and at the same time, she also faintly gave birth to a hint of expectation and hope. Perhaps, as the chief priest said, he really has the strength to defeat the Demon Soul King's clone.

This old guy is really a hidden talent. Although they are both chief priests, he is much stronger than the third chief priest.