bookandnovel Chapter 14446 The trouble needs to be resolved as soon as possible
Chapter 14446 The trouble needs to be resolved as soon as possible
Chapter 14446 The trouble needs to be resolved as soon as possible
Ling Xiao naturally wouldn't attack Meng Haoqing; he was merely demonstrating his attitude. The black light had no lethality whatsoever.
Upon seeing this, Meng Haoqing's expression changed slightly. Although he was very displeased with these guys who deserted their posts, he naturally had to listen to Ling Xiao's words.
He snorted coldly, glared at the old man resentfully, and then retreated dejectedly.
The old man let out a long sigh of relief, as if he had just escaped death.
He dared not linger any longer, staggering out of the palace gate, his panicked figure quickly disappearing into the night.
Everyone held their breath and watched as the Qingfeng Sect Master left safely, making the atmosphere in the hall even more somber.
The oppressive atmosphere was so palpable that it made everyone feel like they couldn't breathe.
After a moment of silence, a burly middle-aged man stepped forward.
He was tall and muscular, like a small mountain, and every step he took made the ground tremble slightly.
He was about to speak, seemingly wanting to make his request, when Ling Xiao's gaze, sharp as lightning, shot towards him instantly, his eyes like two sharp swords, cutting him off completely.
Ling Xiao said in an icy voice, "No need for further words, just leave!"
The man's throat bobbed, and he swallowed back the words he wanted to say.
He hesitated for a moment, then clasped his hands in a salute, turned and strode away, his firm steps seemingly carrying a hint of helplessness.
Light and shadow intertwined freely in the vast hall, the interplay of light and dark like the hand of fate, subtly manipulating everyone's destiny.
As time slowly passed, the number of people in the hall gradually thinned out, and the once lively and bustling scene became cold and deserted.
In less than half a quarter of an hour, more than thirty sect leaders and guild masters had left the scene.
They walked hurriedly, their expressions complex, showing both confusion about the unknown future and relief at escaping their current predicament.
Behind them stand the once renowned sects and forces of the Great Town Dynasty.
Some of these sects are famous for their profound martial arts techniques, some stand out with their powerful lineup of martial artists, and some occupy a place in the martial arts world with their unique alchemy and weapon-forging skills.
However, at this moment, they all chose to leave, like scattered chess pieces, each heading towards an unknown direction.
The empty seats, like an incomplete chessboard, are messy and lonely.
Each empty space felt like an unfillable hole, making the entire hall appear even more spacious and desolate.
Those who remained grew increasingly solemn, their eyes revealing determination and resolve, as if they were ready to face any challenge.
Ji Mingkong strode forward, his steps quick and powerful, each step making a slight thud on the ground.
The wrinkles between his brows were as deep as if carved by a knife, as if they were filled with worry and unease about the current situation.
He clasped his hands together, his movements powerful and vigorous, the sleeves of his robes rustling as he moved, as if adding to the imposing presence of his words.
He said excitedly, "Your Majesty, letting them leave may demoralize the army!"
He continued, "These sects have been protected by the Overlord Empire for many years, enjoying the endless resources provided by the empire, and have continued to grow and expand with the support of the empire."
He continued, "Now that disaster is imminent, they choose to run away. Is this an act of loyalty and righteousness?"
He continued, "If this gets out, how will other sects and soldiers view it?"
He continued, "The morale of the army will inevitably be thrown into chaos. How will we deal with the attack from the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary then?"
Before he could finish speaking, Ling Xiao suddenly chuckled.
The laughter was crisp and cheerful, echoing in the empty hall, making the candlelight flicker even more violently, as if it might go out at any moment.
The flickering candlelight mirrored the anxious hearts of everyone present.
"Mingkong, letting them go now is the best course of action."
Ling Xiao remained calm, a confident smile playing on his lips.
He tapped the armrest of the throne lightly with his fingertips, the rhythm steady and melodious.
As he moved, the azure runes lit up, like twinkling stars in the night sky, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura.
The runes flickered, as if they contained endless mysteries and power.
“If we force them to stay, they will become a problem from both sides.”
Ling Xiao continued, "Imagine, as the war drums beat, the soldiers bravely fight the enemy on the front lines, engaging in a life-or-death struggle with the powerful warriors of the Tianyuan Holy Hall."
He continued, "However, if at this moment someone harbors ulterior motives and stabs you in the back..."
As Ling Xiao finished speaking, a cold glint suddenly appeared in his eyes, a glint as sharp as an icy blade that sent chills down one's spine.
It was as if ghostly flames flickered in his eyes, revealing an aura of death.
"Wouldn't we be digging our own graves then?"
He continued, "These sect members each have their own agendas. If we force them to stay, they will certainly not serve us sincerely."
He continued, "If they turn against each other on the battlefield, the consequences would be unimaginable."
He continued, "Letting them go will not only avoid this potential danger, but also show other sects our tolerance and magnanimity, and may even win some hearts."
He sighed slowly, a sigh filled with helplessness about the situation and hope for the future.
He turned his head slightly, his gaze falling on Ji Mingkong. His eyes were deep and solemn, and his voice was so low that it seemed as if a secret order was being quietly transmitted through the air: "Remember all the names of those who left the sect and engrave them into the Soul Jade. In the future... if there is an opportunity in the future, this debt will naturally be settled."
Every word seemed to carry immense force, striking Ji Mingkong's heart.
Ji Mingkong lowered his eyes and agreed, his posture respectful and humble.
She lightly raised her hand, her movements elegant and swift, and a piece of transparent white jade had already formed at her fingertips.
This white jade is crystal clear, as if it were formed from the purest spiritual energy in the world.
Light and shadow flow across it, like a dreamlike galaxy twinkling.
In an instant, the names and sect marks of those who left the hall were clearly reflected on the white jade, each character radiating a mysterious light, as if telling the story of these sects' past glory and present choices.
"Your Majesty, rest assured, all forty-three sects are recorded here."
Ji Mingkong said softly, his voice low but full of determination.
Then, she stared blankly at the Soul Jade, a hint of confusion in her eyes, before suddenly realizing something, as if a flash of inspiration had crossed her mind.
She raised her head slightly, a hint of admiration on her face: "Your Majesty's wisdom is beyond my reach!"
She continued, "It's better to let the jackals go than to raise them and cause trouble."
She continued, "If we forcibly keep these sects with ulterior motives, they will surely become a major threat to us in the future."
She continued, "Letting them go now may seem like a loss of some power, but it avoids many future troubles."
She let out a long sigh, a sigh that carried a profound understanding of the situation.