Supreme Emperor of Swords Chapter 591 - Tang Folei (1)

Chapter 591 Tang Folei (1)

Everything was ready by the time the conversation ended.

“Let’s go!” Golden Cicada seemed to be a little impatient. With a flash of Buddha light, it wrapped the people around it and disappeared into a beam of flowing light, shooting into the distance like a bolt of lightning.

He didn’t encounter any ambushes on his way to the sect’s main hall.

Not everyone remained steadfast on the day when Tang Folei betrayed the sect. After all, for a big sect like the Swordsmans.h.i.+p-seeking Sect, it was impossible to be without any cowards. Close to a hundred people chose to pledge loyalty to Tang Folei and became his lackeys. They handled internal affairs for Tang Folei and helped him to a.s.sume control of the sect.

But now, none of these traitors showed up.

The sect had just recovered and had yet to be restored to its former glory. Many things needed to be done immediately.

All the disciples had planned to be at the main hall and witness with their own eyes how Tang Folei, the biggest traitor in the history of the Swordsmans.h.i.+p-seeking Sect, was cut into pieces. Some had even designed the cruelest tortures to let him suffer the most unbearable pain before he died. There was no surviving disciple who didn’t hate him.

This kind of hatred far exceeded that they felt towards Han Yangjian and the other members of the Heaven-Splitting Swordsmans.h.i.+p Sect.

They all believed that Tang Folei would definitely die at the hands of Ding Hao.

However, Ding Hao stopped them from going to the main hall. He even sent w.a.n.g Juefeng and Guan Feidu away to take care of the restoration and coordination.

He chose to go to the main hall alone.

He wanted to face Tang Folei by himself.

The path paved with blue flagstones was empty. Soft green buds sprouted out of the trees by the side of the road. A faint smell of blood permeated the air.

Compared with the back mountain’s landfill area and the three lower steps, it had not been affected by the battle, maintaining the original style of the Swordsmans.h.i.+p-seeking Sect. This time Ding Hao did not get lost. He walked step by step along the familiar but strange road. After a full quarter of an hour, the main hall was finally within reach.

This magnificent building represented the core power of the Swordsmans.h.i.+p-seeking Sect.

Becoming the owner of this building meant taking control of the entire sect.

Ding Hao felt a vague trace of the s.p.a.ce inscription transmission formation when he arrived at the square in front of the main hall. There were still remnants of the inscription patterns on the ground. Obviously, 30 minutes earlier, some people were transmitted to an unknown position from this place through a large transmission formation.

Ding Hao merely glanced at it and then paid it no mind after that.

Because his intuition told him that the one he was looking for was still inside the main Hall.

Step by step, Ding Hao climbed up the stairs. He couldn’t even figure out what he was feeling in his heart.

He had been there countless times since he became the peak master of the Sword-hidden Peak.

However, only two visits were still fresh in his memory—the first, and this one.

When he first went there, Ding Hao was just an unknown nominal disciple, full of excitement and joy. But this time, he kept having an impulse to turn around, leave and never come back.

There were no guards.

With a gentle push, the stone door of the main hall was suddenly opened.

It was slightly dark inside. Huge dragon pillars were lined up in two rows with 10 meters apart, extending to the depths of the hall.

There were no guards inside. The air was filled with coldness and loneliness.

Ding Hao went forward step by step and finally reached the giant stone chair of the sect head.

He looked up.

A burly middle-aged man, as fierce as a lion, stood there quietly. He was wearing leather armor with a long sword in his hands. The cloak behind him bulged as if it were blown by the wind. Beams shot out of his eyes. Like a demon in the shadows, he stood in front of the stone chair and looked down at Ding Hao from head to toe.

Tang Folei.

It was Tang Folei.

This greatest traitor in the history of the Swordsmans.h.i.+p-seeking Sect looked down at Ding Hao with a sneer. His face also showed hostility and traces of a grudge.

“How dare you? Why haven’t you kneeled in front of the sect head?” Tang Folei’s voice was as cold as the ice of the underworld.

Ding Hao looked up at him. His eyes suddenly became calm, devoid of hatred and anger.

He asked softly, “Senior Brother Tang, do you care to explain?”

“Explain? Haha, what explanation do I need to give? I betrayed Li Jianyi, I killed Qi Qingshan, and the sect head position has always been meant to be mine. Ding Hao, are you going to rebel?” Tang Folei sneered.

Ding Hao asked calmly, “You’re saying this because you want me to kill you, to release you of all guilt, aren’t you?”

“Hahaha, I am the head of the Swordsmans.h.i.+p-seeking Sect. Do you dare to kill me?” Tang Folei opened his palm. A small jade sword appeared, rotating and glowing softly. He shouted, “The head’s token is here. The one who holds it can command the whole sect. Ding Hao, as a disciple, how dare you be so rude to me and call me senior brother?”

“You rush to show me the head’s token because you want me to know of its existence, so that I wrest it away from you, right?” Ding Hao said coldly, “Senior Brother Tang, you know that I wouldn’t act stupidly, kneeling and bowing just because you have the token, but you brought it out anyway. Do you really think I know nothing?”

“You…” Tang Folei’s face changed and he said angrily, “Idiot, I even killed Qi Qingshan and Li Jianyi. Do you think I will let you off? I will spare your life if you kneel and greet me now!”

Ding Hao lowered his head, thought for a while and replied, “Okay.”

Then, he got down on one knee, facing Tang Folei.