I am in Douluo, and the female pope uses me as her first love substitute.

When Wang Zhao finished speaking, he raised the Holy Scythe of the Dead in his hand and silently recited a magic spell. Soon, a gray energy ball containing powerful destructive power appeared on the Scythe of the Dead. And the size of the energy ball is still growing.

When the energy accumulated reached a certain level, Wang Zhao casually waved the Holy Scythe of the Dead towards the ancestral mountain of the Haotian Sect not far away.

"boom!"

Immediately, the gray energy ball flew out, blasting a big hole in the mountain.

Wang Zhao then shouted loudly: "Haotian Sect's rats, get out!"

"Who dares to invade my ancestral land?!"

Wang Zhao then heard a roar, and several figures appeared one after another on the mountain.

Seeing this, Wang Zhao stepped into the void, holding the Holy Scythe of the Dead behind him, with gray soul rings circling around his body, and gradually came to the sky above the ancestral land of the Haotian Sect, overlooking the crowd outside the hall below.

At this time, many Haotian Sect disciples heard the commotion and gathered over. Among them were many Haotian Sect disciples who had lost limbs and arms because the Wuhun Palace army came to Haotian Sect to punish them.

Of course, Wang Zhao's main concern was the group of Haotian Sect senior officials walking out of the hall below.

Oh, that woman is here too...

Seeing a familiar figure among them, Wang Zhao raised his eyebrows and didn't pay much attention to it. After all, he was now Li Ming, the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace. He was still a bit unfamiliar to many people on the mainland, but he quickly turned his gaze to Turn to Tang Xiao.

"Are you the leader of Haotian Sect, Tang Xiao?"

"The Holy Son of Wuhun Palace..."

Tang Xiao looked at Wang Zhao's appearance at this time, and quickly thought of Wang Zhao's identity from the news recently sent back by his sister Tang Yuehua. His face could not help but darken, and with a little caution, he asked in a deep voice:

"What are you here for?"

"Hey, you still know me, the leader of the Haotian Sect who closed the mountain and retired. You are quite well-informed."

Wang Zhao had a smile on his face and glanced meaningfully at Tang Yuehua, who was standing behind Tang Xiao.

Seeing this, Tang Xiao's frown deepened, and he faintly turned sideways to block Tang Yuehua, and then secretly sent a message to her: "Yuehua, go back to the main hall first, and don't come out."

Unexpectedly, Tang Yuehua shook his head at Tang Xiao, and then stood up on his own initiative, looked at Wang Zhao in the sky, and asked with a little politeness:

"Your Highness the Holy Son, I wonder why you came to my ancestor's land today?"

Wang Zhao looked at her, then smiled and said to Tang Xiao: "Look, your sister is more talkative than you. She has been the leader of the sect for so many years, why is she not as stable as your sister?"

"..."

The word "well" faintly appeared on Tang Xiao's forehead.

Before we even met, you bombarded my sect without any explanation. Who the hell can be polite to you? If you hadn't looked at you as the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace, I would have taken out my big black hammer as soon as I met you...

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son, please tell me what's wrong with you."

Tang Xiao took a deep breath and said again.

Wang Zhao stopped talking nonsense.

"The main reason I came to your Haotian Sect's ancestral land today is to ask for an explanation."

"Explanation? What explanation?"

Tang Xiao suppressed his anger and asked with some doubts.

Wang Zhao turned the Holy Scythe of the Dead in front of him, and then pointed it straight at Tang Xiao. Tang Xiao instantly felt an unstoppable sharpness, and couldn't help but hold his right hand empty. He summoned his own Wuhun Haotian Hammer, and at the same time looked at the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace with vigilant eyes, fearing that he would take action without explanation at the next moment.

However, Wang Zhao made no move after that, but said with a hint of justice in his expression: "After investigation by our Wuhun Palace, the fallen soul master Tang Hao killed countless ordinary villagers on the mainland and committed boundless crimes..."

"You bullshit!"

At this time, after hearing Wang Zhao's words, Tang Yuehua could no longer maintain his calmness and elegance, and couldn't help but retort:

"Brother Hao wouldn't do such a thing."

"Yuehua, don't mess around!"

Regarding the current situation, the Great Elder of the Haotian Sect was keenly aware of something amiss. For some reason, he even had a vague sense of seeing Bibi Dong, who was still a saint, leading the Wuhun Palace army to threaten the Haotian Sect, so he couldn't help but stand. out.

In any case, he didn't want any junior in the sect to make unreasonable troubles this time and be easily caught by the cunning Wuhun Palace people.

"Get out!"

Tang Yuehua's expression froze upon hearing this, and he was already pulled to the rear by Tang Xiao.

Afterwards, the great elder bowed his hands towards Wang Zhao. He neither refuted Wang Zhao's words nor admitted it, but simply stated directly:

"Your Highness the Holy Son, no matter what kind of ghost Tang Hao has become or what evil he has done, he has nothing to do with our Haotian Sect."

Tang Xiao, who stepped forward again, opened his mouth when he heard the words, but still didn't say anything.

Just listen to the great elder continue: "Besides, this is the ancestral land of my Haotian Sect. I remember that the angel worshiper in your palace had an agreement with the old master of my sect..."

"Martial Soul Hall can't set foot on this ancestral land of Haotian Sect, can it?"

Wang Zhao smiled nonchalantly.

"Uh, yes."

Hearing this, the great elder was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"So Your Highness the Holy Son, you just attacked my ancestral land for no reason, should you..."

"I bother!"

Wang Zhao interrupted the elder's words again, with a rebellious and disrespectful look. Of course, this was in line with the persona he had given to himself.

"Lao Bie Deng, listening to what you mean, are you still planning to blame this Holy Son?"

The great elder's face couldn't help but darken, but the situation was stronger than the others, and he did not dare to have a head-on conflict with the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace in front of him.

After all, this "Li Ming" is a figure who is said to be able to compete with the evil Dragon King Palace Master. According to what Tang Yuehua just said, the Dragon King Palace Master was finally able to compete with the Chen of Qibao Glazed Sect in the sect competition. With such a level of heart war, I think His Royal Highness the Holy Son is not far behind.

On the other hand, in today's Haotian Sect... except for the older man who is barely a level 95 super Douluo, the only one left is Tang Xiao, who has only broken through to become a level 95 super Douluo in the past two years.

After thinking about it, the great elder had no choice but to whisper, "Your Highness, the Holy Son, you have misunderstood me..."

"Heh~"

Wang Zhao then sneered.

"Since you're telling me about your past agreement, it's just right that I'm going to use the 'Great Memory Restoration Technique' on you."

"You are the Great Elder of the Haotian Sect, right? In that case, you must have been present when our Wuhun Palace army attacked your Haotian Sect's headquarters. I wonder if you still remember that your Haotian Sect once asked me about the Wuhun Sect. The palace has promised that if Tang Hao causes any trouble outside, your Haotian Sect will be responsible for it, right?"

As soon as Wang Zhao said this, the expressions of several senior officials of the Haotian Sect suddenly changed.