“Lord…… Oh no…… Soul urn …… Robbed…… Lord Golden Robe ……”
The sound stopped abruptly, as if it was pinched hard by an invisible big hand, leaving only the ashes of the burning talisman paper, which slowly fell like snowflakes and sprinkled on the ground, as if it was an ominous omen.
The comfort on the face of the Sixth Hall Lord disappeared without a trace in an instant, replaced by extreme shock and anger.
His eyes widened like bronze bells, and he slammed the case up, and the huge force shattered the case in front of him in an instant, and sawdust splashed everywhere.
The spiritual energy around his body suddenly erupted, spreading around like a raging tide.
The monks in the hall were shocked by this powerful force, their faces turned pale with fright, and they knelt to the ground, not daring to take a breath, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
The Six Hall Masters paced back and forth, each step with heavy anger, and the ground under his feet was trampled with a “bang”.
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