RNP Chapter 35 Wind Clan
Chapter 35 Wind Clan
However, Lu Zhao quickly realized that it was the birthday of the Holy Lord of the Wind Clan, and there were other assassins present.
The assassin wanted to find an accomplice to help him deal with Lu Zhao.
The two quickly stormed into the divine island, but their opponent ultimately fell before even entering the divine city, where he was completely killed by Lu Zhao.
"How dare you! Who dares to make a move against the Wind Clan?" Several loud shouts suddenly rang out.
This was a group of elders of the Wind Clan, who were welcoming guests outside the Divine Island. Now that they had been attacked like this, they were naturally very angry.
Soon, several elders flew over and surrounded Lu Zhao.
This matter attracted the attention of many people on the island.
Everyone emerged from the divine city and looked towards the events unfolding on the outskirts of the divine island.
"Please calm down, seniors. It's not that I wanted to take action in the Wind Clan. It's just that this person was an assassin who tried to kill me, but I seriously injured him. I was afraid that he would enter the Wind Clan's divine island and harm the Wind Clan members, so I took action to eliminate him," Lu Zhao said, clasping his hands in a fist salute.
"So it's young friend Ye Fan. Why are you in this state again? Are you going to the Holy City again?" the Wind Clan elder asked.
"Senior, you must have mistaken me for someone else. I am not Ye Fan at all. Just call me Lu Zhao," Lu Zhao said.
"You are not Ye Fan. Could it be that the current rumors are wrong? The person in the stone pavilion has always been you, not the so-called Ye Fan in disguise?" The Wind Clan elder spoke stiffly.
"So that's why an assassin was looking for me. They mistook me for Ye Fan and wanted to get rid of me." Lu Zhao nodded.
I misled you earlier, I didn't expect it to have this effect.
"A guest is a guest, please come in, young friend," the old man from the Wind Clan said with a smile.
Lu Zhao originally intended to leave, but now that he was already inside, leaving rashly would only make him seem like he looked down on the Feng Clan.
However, you absolutely cannot stay here for too long; you can leave after a short while.
Light flashed from the divine island, transforming into several divine rainbows that rushed towards them at lightning speed.
Several figures then landed, one of whom was a woman wearing a red dress and a five-colored mask on her face.
Several young men and women were also following behind her.
These individuals were all quite extraordinary, their internal energy surging forth and their bodies surrounded by Dao principles; they were definitely not weaklings.
These are all holy sons and daughters from various holy lands. All the holy sons and daughters who are still alive have come to the Wind Clan to celebrate the birthday of the Wind Clan's Holy Lord.
Among them were many familiar faces, including the Holy Maiden of Yaochi and the Holy Maiden of Zifu.
Even the Holy Son of Yao Guang was present among these people; besides this Holy Son, even Ji Haoyue from the Ji family was present.
These are the cream of the crop among the younger generation in the Eastern Wilderness, and the successors of the various holy lands in the Eastern Wilderness.
They flew in from the divine city, having heard of the resurgence of the Assassin Dynasty.
However, upon seeing that the person chasing these assassins was an acquaintance of Ye Fan in disguise, everyone couldn't help but cast strange glances their way.
Ji Haoyue, in particular, showed absolutely no kindness.
"So it's Fellow Daoist Ye Fan. Since you've come to my Wind Clan's Divine Island, you are a guest of my Wind Clan," Feng Huang said calmly.
She showed no emotional reaction to Ye Fan, as if he were just a passerby.
"Brother Ye, how are you feeling?" Yao Guang Holy Son stepped forward, his divine aura enveloping him, making him appear like a son of a god walking among mortals.
But as he got closer, he vaguely sensed something was amiss.
"I reiterate, I am really not some Holy Body Ye Fan. My name is Lu Zhao, and I have no connection with the Holy Body whatsoever," Lu Zhao emphasized, having already denied it in front of the Wind Clan.
He really wanted to pretend to admit it, but it was too late now.
"You short-lived wretch, you think you can fool us all by changing your identity? Today I'm going to tear off your disguise."
"I've said it so many times, I'm not Ye Fan at all. If you bring this up again, I'll rip your head off."
"Guests are guests, so please give my Feng Clan some face and postpone the battle so we can witness a clash of titans," Feng Huang said.
"I'll give you face today and not fight this short-lived wretch."
The Golden-Winged Roc King was tall and majestic, with a pair of intimidating golden eyes. He was like a demon god descending to earth, with an extremely imposing aura.
The Holy Son of Yao Guang's aura surged, and the power within his body increased several notches.
Because he still harbors resentment about what happened last month.
He always had a feeling that he had been tricked by Ye Fan, and that Ye Fan had made him take the blame for the destruction of the Yin Yang Sect's stronghold.
Therefore, his presence was fleeting, leaving no trace.
At this moment, outside the divine island, more than a dozen holy sons and daughters gathered here, all observing Lu Zhao, trying to find out his true identity.
"This is definitely not Ye Fan," the Holy Maiden of Yaochi thought to herself.
Because Lu Zhao has some peculiar little habits that he still hasn't changed to this day.
"It's not Ye Fan. The feeling he gives me is so different from the feeling Ye Fan gives me." Zixia shook her head secretly.
As for the other holy sons and daughters, they all remained silent at this moment.
He didn't say anything, just stood quietly on the island.
Soon, at the invitation of Fenghuang, everyone re-entered the Feng Clan's divine city and arrived at the most magnificent hall of the Feng Clan.
Many senior experts were also seated in this hall.
They were all sent by various holy lands to celebrate the birthday of the Wind Clan's Holy Lord.
"Hmph, you dare to come again?" An old man suddenly sneered.
This left everyone baffled. Why did this old man suddenly get angry? Was it because the Wind Clan had been negligent, or was there some other problem?
When everyone looked at him, they found that he was staring at Lu Zhao.
"Fellow Daoist, why are you so angry?" the Holy Lord of the Wind Clan asked.
He sat on the main seat in the hall. He appeared to be a middle-aged man, with a majestic and imposing figure, cascading black hair, and deep-set eyes, exuding great authority.
"It's all because of this brat. He killed six Holy Sons in a row, causing huge losses to the six Holy Lands," the old man said coldly.
The moment those words were spoken, everyone's expression changed.
One person killed six holy sons. This happened not long ago. It is said that he was killed by an unknown person. It was a big deal at the time.
As more details were revealed, it was eventually deduced that Ye Fan was the murderer.
However, these are all rumors, and no one has any real evidence to back them up.
"Old man, you should at least provide evidence. Everyone in the Holy City saw that I left the city alone, without any Holy Sons following me," Lu Zhao said calmly.
"The six holy sons secretly followed you, and they all died. Who else could it be but you?" the old man asked.
He was an elder of the Dayan Holy Land and also a clan elder of Xiang Yifei.
"This is pure slander. I didn't see any Holy Son at all after I left the city alone that day. You're trying to pin this on me. Do you think I, Lu Zhao, am easy to bully?" Lu Zhao said.