Chapter 3279 — The Council of Vengeance
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Of course. Most of the ancient sects were shaken when they learned the news, and among them there were also those who burned with rage and those who were filled with dread. Those who raged were, naturally, the sects that had lost their people. In their hearts at this moment, hatred of Wei Zhao was secondary—their hatred for the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect was so bitter they ground their teeth.
Has your Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect grown so utterly contemptuous of the other ancient sects? You casually slaughter the high-ranking cultivators of our ancient sects—this is nothing short of a breach of all order! Are you truly so overbearing? Do you think that with two great consummation masters you are invincible under heaven?
Even an existence as formidable as the Five Luminaries Sect has never been so overbearing as you!
Since Wei Zhao is still abroad, then let us first take the patriarchs of your Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect and make a sacrifice of them to our banner! As for Wei Zhao—once the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect is dealt with, can there be any worry of dealing with him? These ancient sects also understood full well that Wei Zhao must have offered the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect conditions it could not refuse.
But whatever those conditions were, once the patriarchs of the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect were dead, Wei Zhao would be left with nothing to lean on. Still, even if the three patriarchs could not be slain, they would at least kill the weakest of them, the Gloomy Patriarch, and then force the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect to disgorge a mountain of benefits before the fury of these sects could be appeased.
This time, several ancient sects that had never been much given to alliances had at last come to sit at the same table.
Attending this council of vengeance were four houses: the Tomorrow Upon Tomorrow Sect, the ancient Eastern family, the ancient Feng family, and the Black Horse Society. Feng Tianhu, of course, attended quietly and merely as an observer; his presence was only to offer counsel and to confirm that Wei Zhao truly lacked that kind of strength.
"Feng Tianhu, are you certain that Wei Zhao has indeed lost his strength?" Elder Dongfang Badao turned a cold, piercing gaze upon Feng Tianhu. Were it not for this Feng Tianhu egging on his own daughter, the Feng family could never have lost so many people one after another!
Then again, the Eastern family had never imagined that a mere Wei Zhao could stir up so much trouble.
"That is so, Elder Dongfang. I planted a nail at Xu Shilan's side, and that nail is now also charged with probing for information about Wei Zhao," Feng Tianhu said with a confident nod.
"That is so, Elder Dongfang. I planted a nail at Xu Shilan's side, and that nail is now also charged with probing for information about Wei Zhao," Feng Tianhu said with a confident nod. "But what is certain is that Wei Zhao did not lose his strength—his strength was never high to begin with. All those rumors out there were blown up out of all proportion, and that is entirely to the credit of the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect."
"So then, if we merely destroy the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect—or rather, make them stay their hand—we can kill Wei Zhao?" Dongfang Badao nodded and asked.
"Indeed. Or, if we have the means to force the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect to turn against him and do the killing themselves, that would be the safest course—it would achieve the aim of borrowing a knife to slay a man," Feng Tianhu went on, nodding again.
"That is a fine idea," Dongfang Badao said, rather approving after hearing it. He then turned to Qian Boguang, president of the Black Horse Society: "President Qian, what do you think?"
"Yes, I too think it a fine method," Qian Boguang said, slowly nodding. (To be continued)