Almighty Sword Domain

u himself? Yang Ye had left Slayer Pavilion, so where would she look for the pavilion master?

She fell silent for a short while before she said, “The pavilion master is busy and has left.
Just do as I’ve said.
I’ll take responsibility for it.”

Hall Master Zhao still shook his head, “Protector Qian, the pavilion master didn’t order us to obey you.
So, we can’t obey your orders.”

Qian Lankong spoke in a low voice, “Hall Master Zhao, I told you that the pavilion master isn’t here.”

Hall Master Zhao fell silent.

Meanwhile, Shui Linlang said, “Protector Qian, how about you ask the pavilion master to send a voice transmission to us?”

Hall Master Zhao hurriedly nodded, “That works.”

Qian Lankong glanced at them, and she felt quite helpless in her heart.
She knew that while her status was above them, she didn’t have the authority to give them orders because of how the Slayer Pavilion’s system was.
It could be said that if she wanted to take control of Slayer Pavilion, then she had to convince the 12 hall masters or kill them all.

Convince them? Perhaps she would have a chance if she hadn’t brought Yang Ye back with her.
Yet now, it would be utterly impossible to convince them.
Unless she exposed that Yang Ye was only pretending to be the pavilion master.
But if she did that, it was very likely for Slayer Pavilion to split apart, and it would be finished if it were to split apart right now.

As for killing the 12 hall masters.
Not to mention that she didn’t possess the strength to do that, she couldn’t kill them even if she could.
Because the Slayer Pavilion would be instantly finished if she did that.

Qian Lankong fell silent for a long time before she said, “I’ll contact him!”

As soon as she finished speaking, she withdrew a transmission talisman and crushed it.
For the sake of making communication between them convenient, both she and Yang Ye had given each other a trace of their spiritual brand.
So, she really could contact Yang Ye.

A long time passed, but she received no reply.

Meanwhile, Hall Master Zhao and Shui Linlang frowned.

Qian Lankong withdrew another transmission talisman and crushed it.
It had just shattered when Qian Lankong frowned.
Because she wasn’t able to send the transmission.
Yang Ye had erased the spiritual brand she left him.

Hall Master Zhao and Shui Linlang exchanged glances, and there was bewilderment in their eyes.

Qian Lankong said, “The pavilion master might have some urgent matters to attend to, so he can’t reply.
Hall Master Zhao, Hall Master Shui, it’s a critical moment for our Slayer Pavilion.
We have to act according to the situation at a time like this.
So, immediately do as I’ve said and prevent our Slayer Pavilion from losing even more members.

Hall Master Zhao remained silent, and Shui Linlang didn’t speak as well.

“Listen to me for now while I go look for the pavilion master.
Alright?” Qian Lankong spoke in a low voice.
As soon as she finished speaking, she instantly felt quite unhappy.
Because she was the one who’d forced Yang Ye to leave, yet now, she had to go look for him.
But she had no other choice.
If she didn’t bring Yang Ye back, then these fellows wouldn’t obey her at all, and if the situation continues, then the Slayer Pavilion would be without a leader and many would start having other thoughts.

Hall Master Zhao still remained slightly hesitant.
Because he only obeyed the pavilion master.
Besides the pavilion master, no one else could give them orders.
It was a rule that the pavilion master had set in the past.
Even though he knew that they should act according to the situation at a time like this, he still didn’t really dare to break that rule.
Because someone had in the past, and that person died.

“Do as Protector Qian has said, for now!” Meanwhile, Shui Linlang spoke abruptly, “Don’t cause the others of our brothers because of such trivial matters.”

Hall Master Zhao hesitated for a moment longer after he heard Shui Linlang, and then he nodded and left.
At this moment, Shui Linlang was a Voider as well.
If Qian Lankong was included, then it was the orders or 2 Voiders.
So, he had an excuse even if the pavilion master were to be displeased and wanted to punish him.

Once Hall Master Zhao left, Shui Linlang gazed at Qian Lankong and asked, “What exactly is going on?” As far as she was concerned, it was strange for Yang Ye to refuse Qian Lankong’s voice transmission.

Qian Lankong shook her head slightly, “It’s nothing.
He went out to deal with something.
I’ll go look for him now.”

Shui Linlang said, “Protector Qian, I just want to remind you that Yang Ye is someone the pavilion master personally sent to take charge of Slayer Pavilion.
I acknowledge him, and I’m willing to cooperate with him.
I hope that you don’t have any other thoughts.
Because you should understand that you don’t have the authority to take charge of Slayer Pavilion.
So, unless Yang Ye or the pavilion master give the order, neither I nor the others will obey your orders.
This is the last time, and it’s the only time.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Shui Linlang turned around and left.

“Dammit!” Qian Lankong clenched her fists tightly, and her chest rose and fell repeatedly from the rage she experienced.
She was furious, of course.
She was thinking wholeheartedly for the Slayer Pavilion’s benefit, but its members actually suspected that she had ill intent!

Yang Ye’s the fake one!

She really wanted to shout loudly and tell them the truth.
But the sad thing was that they wouldn’t believe her even if she did!

A long time passed before Qian Lankong’s figure flashed and vanished from the hall.

…

Yang Ye naturally didn’t know that Qian Lankong was looking for him.
He’d snuck into the Yun Clan.

“Yang Ye killed my son! He must die! That bitch, Yun Banqing, as well! I’ll make living worse than death for her! I’ll make living worse than death for that bastard and whore!” Yang Ye had just snuck into the Yun Clan when a hysterical roar resounded throughout the sky above the Yun Clan, and it was so loud that it could be heard clearly throughout the area.

Yang Ye was speechless.