Chapter 1080: The Hand Behind The Scenes
Such a demeanor is unlikely to achieve great things.
The position of chief nearly fell into the hands of such a person. Thinking about it now still sends shivers down one's spine.
Many disciples wore complex expressions.
This act of insubordination was completely unlike the person they had seen before. Even as the grandson of the Supreme Elder, this was simply too much!
On the high platform.
Nanli Qingming looked down with a cold gaze, his expression dark.
Without a word, he extended his hand, and instantly, the winds and clouds shifted!
A terrifying force of the Great Dao condensed into a pillar of light, pressing down from above!
In an instant.
Fu Haotian was pressed into the ground, like an ant, the green bricks shattered and sank three inches into the soil!
"Boom!"
A loud noise echoed all around!
The arrogant Fu Haotian had his mouth full of dirt, his face covered in blood!
Even as the sect master personally suppressed him, this young master still wore a fierce expression, his face twisted in rage as he struggled, veins bulging!
"Nanli Qingming!"
"You! How dare you lay hands on me! When my grandfather comes out of seclusion, none of you will escape!!!"
His roars echoed through the heavens and earth.
Startling the surrounding disciples, who looked on with fear.
But the Nanli Palace Master remained indifferent throughout, not holding back because of the threats. Instead, he pressed his hand down once more.
Half of Fu Haotian's body was buried in the ground!
The immense force pressed down on him, leaving him unable to make a sound.
Finally, peace was restored...
The Nanli Palace Master's expression softened slightly as he looked down at the maid.
He spoke in a deep voice, his words resounding to the heavens!
"Report this matter to the Supreme Elder. No matter the consequences, I, the Palace Master, will take full responsibility!"
The maid snapped out of her daze, bowed, and hurried away.
Only then did Nanli Qingming retract his hand, as if casually glancing at Wei Zhenfang, a hint of apology flashing briefly across his face.
"Elder Wei, I apologize for the disturbance. Does this seem fair to you?"
Holy crap!
The Nanli Palace Master was actually deferring to his opinion?
This statement shocked Wei Zhenfang.
In the past, who would have dared to think such a thing!
Tsk tsk, times have truly changed.
Wei Zhenfang felt a wave of elation...
Though his heart was both anxious and delighted, his face remained as steady as an old dog.
No matter what, he was now the spokesperson for that person, so he couldn't afford to be rude. Thus, with a steady hand stroking his beard, Wei Zhenfang wore the composed expression of a wise elder.
"Ahem, Palace Master, you are too kind. Just handle everything impartially."
Hearing this, Nanli Qingming secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the other high-ranking elders also nodded subtly...
...
Atop the mountain, in the purple bamboo forest.
A streak of light flew and landed outside the bamboo hut, where the maid appeared, bowing in panic!
"Reporting to the Supreme Elder..."
"Young Master, Young Master has been personally suppressed by the Nanli Palace Master, and Zhongli Meng has become the chief disciple. I await your instructions, Supreme Elder!"
Her voice trembled with anxiety, her face pale with fear.
Recalling the Supreme Elder's ruthless methods, she was terrified. The few moments of silence felt longer than a thousand years.
The maid was overwhelmed with dread, her hair damp with cold sweat!
The Supreme Elder was known for his decisive and merciless nature, tolerating no failure. Even though he had stepped down from the position of Palace Master long ago, his reputation still struck awe and fear throughout the Heavenly Palace.
This failure, especially with his grandson being suppressed, would surely bring down a torrent of wrath!
As the maid knelt in trepidation, a low voice emerged from the bamboo hut.
"Pass down my order: imprison Fu Haotian in the Forbidden Prison!"
Thud!
The maid's heart skipped a beat, her eyes filled with disbelief.
She looked up in shock, her voice trembling as she sought confirmation!
"Imprison him in the Forbidden Prison? But..."
"Young Master, Young Master is your direct descendant, your own grandson! Supreme Elder!"
Before she could finish, a cold voice from within the hut cut her off!
"Do I need you to remind me of this? I am not yet senile!"
The maid quickly lowered her head, prostrating herself in fear.
The bamboo door slowly opened.
An old man in plain clothes sat steadily on a cushion, his back to the door.
The old man never turned around, only his grave words softly emerged.
"Precisely because he is my grandson, this must be done."
"Zhongli Meng was able to produce 100,000 Heavenly Rank demon corpses, including many Third Rank demons. Such methods are extraordinary. The hand behind her is unshakable, even I dare not offend it."
"Haotian is blinded by temporary victory and cannot see the gap. Though I am old, my mind is still clear!"
"Only by imprisoning him in the Forbidden Prison now might there be a glimmer of hope..."
Hearing this, the maid was chilled to the bone.
Gasp!
Even the Supreme Elder was bowing his head in fear. Zhongli Meng's background was terrifying to such an extent!
The maid dared not think further, quickly accepting the order and rushing toward the martial field.
As the streak of light crossed the sea of clouds above the Heavenly Palace.
The old man finally slowly opened his eyes, his cloudy gaze filled with gravity.
He sighed helplessly, his voice heavy with the weight of years.
Ah...