CHAPTER 1298: CHAPTER 1298: AM I THAT EASY TO OPPRESS? (UPDATE 3)

Receiving Ye Hao’s reward, Ye Haochuan quickly presented the pill. The Treasure-Level Technique promised by Yang Sen had not yet been delivered, but Ye Haochuan knew that Yang Sen was not one to deceive him on that matter.

Ye Haochuan originally wanted to see if the people from the Phantom Sound Pavilion would show any sign, but he soon regrettably found that none of them had come.

"What’s going on? How could such an important meeting be attended without the Phantom Sound Pavilion, one of the three great sects?" Ye Haochuan was full of doubt.

This was incomprehensible, and he could only find a chance to ask Yang Sen to learn more.

With this batch of pills, the cultivators finally looked a bit relieved.

"As for the Evil Sect’s use of poison, we can disregard it for now. But in the previous battle, it seems the Evil Sect has not yet exerted all its strength. If they were to fully mobilize this time, it would be incredibly difficult to resist!" The white-bearded middle-aged man suddenly spoke up.

"Ji Mao, you are raising the adversary’s morale while diminishing our own. How could the Evil Sect’s strength possibly compare to our two War Gods?" Another family head retorted disapprovingly.

"Nani, chicken feather?" Ye Haochuan heard the name and couldn’t help but find it amusing.

The people of the Ji Family really know how to name their children, either ** or chicken feather.

The middle-aged man looked dismissive, unwilling to converse further with such sycophants, turning his head to look at Ye Hao respectfully, "Sect Master, I believe this time we need to be fully prepared, handling the situation cautiously to avoid being taken advantage of by the Evil Sect!"

Ye Hao nodded slightly and said, "As expected of father and son, your father’s thoughts are not much different from yours..."

Before Ye Hao’s words had finished, a white-haired elder entered from the door.

"Speak of Cao Cao, and he arrives!" Ye Hao, seeing the newcomer, smiled and said, "Ji Song, how’s the situation?"

"Not good at all!" Ji Song frowned deeply and said gravely, "The Evil Sect has indeed mobilized their entire force, dispatching more than twenty Nascent Soul Peak experts!"

At this statement, everyone present gasped. Even the family head who had spoken about Ji Mao earlier now obediently closed his mouth.

At present, the Xuanmen has only about a dozen Nascent Soul Peak fighters. With such a disparity in peak combat strength, how can this battle be fought?

"Sect Master, what should we do?" Almost everyone spoke in unison.

Ye Hao’s expression was extremely serious. He had already tried to overestimate the Evil Sect’s strength, but still, he underestimated them.

"Director Yang, what do you think?" Ye Hao seemed to have run out of ideas and threw the question to Yang Sen.

Yang Sen’s face was no better than Ye Hao’s. Hearing Ye Hao’s question, he shook his head and sighed, "We have no retreat; besides fighting to the death, what other option do we have?"

When they first came to the rescue, they broke through to the White Court Origin Realm with unusual ease, thinking the Evil Sect’s combat power was weak. Looking back now, it was clearly the Evil Sect’s plan to lure the Xuanmen into their trap.

Even the Holy See, probably intentionally left partially intact, to lure the Xuanmen to the rescue. Then they mobilized all potential forces, intending to eliminate the Xuanmen’s leadership in one fell swoop.

Hearing the two bigshots say this, everyone below couldn’t help but look despondent.

"Damn it, had we known, we wouldn’t have come to rescue those damn Holy See bastards! Now, none of us can escape!" Someone looked at the Pope above with bitter resentment and spoke unreservedly.

"Exactly, these foreign dogs swagger around usually, but when it comes to real fighting, they only know how to drag us down! I say, they’ve long been in cahoots with the Evil Sect, they should have been slaughtered already!"

"..."

The Pope couldn’t understand Huaxia’s language, but from the fervent expressions below, he seemed to guess what they were saying. His face bore no anger but was full of regret.

At the time, they had always looked down on the Huaxia Profound Gate, to the point where they were almost crushed by the Evil Sect, yet never sought help from the Profound Gate.

But now, they realized they were just frogs at the bottom of a well.

They had a clear understanding of the combat strength of the Profound Gate. Putting aside the two War Gods, other cultivators could easily crush the Holy See’s cultivators in one-on-one situations.

If they had united with the Profound Gate earlier, the Evil Sect could never have invaded the White Court Origin Realm so easily.

The Pope was already heavily injured; recalling those heart-wrenching past events stirred his emotions, leading him to cough uncontrollably.

At this moment, he seemed far from being the high and mighty Pope, but rather a pitiful, severely ill elder.

Ye Hao felt somewhat dissatisfied with the Pope’s previous conduct, yet seeing him in such a state, he couldn’t help but feel a trace of pity, shouting loudly, "What are you arguing about? Can arguing help us break through? If you have time for this, why not think hard about how to defeat the enemy."

In his younger days, Ye Hao would have been furious by now, tearing someone apart. But as he grew older, his temper had gradually mellowed, giving a semblance of affability.

Nonetheless, even though the War God’s temper had mellowed, no one dared provoke him. In a flash, everyone fell silent, fearing that this War God would fly into a rage and kill someone.

The Pope, feeling a sense of relief, looked a bit better. Suddenly, a flash of realization hit him; he moved his lips slightly, yet seemed to make no sound.

Ye Haochuan knew the Pope was transmitting his voice to Ye Hao. Yang Sen had used this trick before.

Sure enough, a moment later, amid Ye Hao’s grave expression, a hint of joy suddenly surfaced.

However, he didn’t share this hint of joy, instead shouting loudly, "Alright, there is no need to continue this meeting. Everyone prepare yourselves, we swear to fight the Evil Sect to the end!"

Others looked downcast but dared not defy Ye Hao’s intentions, retreating one by one.

Ye Haochuan also intended to leave, but seeing Yang Sen had no intention to go, he hesitated.

He hesitated slightly when Ye Xiao’s yin-yang voice echoed, "Major figures in a secret meeting, miscellaneous people, please leave?"

What the heck, relying on your connections to suppress me, Young Master? Am I so easily suppressed?

Ye Haochuan snorted coldly in his heart, ready to reply when Yang Sen suddenly said, "Haochuan is one of mine; I trust him!"

Ye Xiao clearly didn’t expect Yang Sen to defend Ye Haochuan so much, his face turned ugly as if he had swallowed a fly, gritting his teeth and saying, "Director Yang, this guy just arrived at the Holy City; he might very well be an Evil Sect spy, don’t be fooled by his sweet talk?"

It was evident from the brief discussions earlier, that Ye Xiao had thoroughly investigated Ye Haochuan’s background.

To this, Ye Haochuan could only respond with disdain. With a great battle looming, yet you spend manpower on such pointless investigations, showing how narrow-minded you are.

"Young Master Ye, do you even doubt me?" Yang Sen’s face darkened instantly, speaking coldly.