Sacrificial Artifact System: From Bell-ringer to the Ancestral Patriarch of the Sect novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92: Chapter 88: The Battle Is Imminent (Third Update, Please Subscribe)_2

In the next moment, Sect Leader Feng Shaoyu and several Peak Masters reacted simultaneously and hastily flew to the exterior of Divine Sword Hall.

To their surprise, they saw two people lying on the square outside the hall.

"What happened?"

Sect Leader Feng Shaoyu asked in a deep voice.

"Master, just now a black shadow swiftly flew past overhead, and then two people dropped down."

The one guarding the gates of Divine Sword Hall was Sect Leader Feng Shaoyu’s Direct Disciple, Lei Zhao.

"Did you see who it was?"

Sect Leader Feng Shaoyu asked.

"I didn’t get a clear look, it was too fast, like a fleeting shadow..."

Lei Zhao shook his head.

He was also puzzled; as an Innate Martial Artist, only a step away from Grandmaster Level, he had failed to catch even a glimpse of the assailant.

Sect Leader Feng Shaoyu and several Peak Masters walked up to the two people on the square.

Both were dressed in night clothes, their faces covered.

They weren’t dead, just had their acupoints sealed and were unable to move.

"Remove their masks."

Sect Leader Feng Shaoyu ordered.

"Yes, Master."

Lei Zhao quickly stepped forward and removed the masks from the two people on the ground.

One was unrecognizable.

The other, however, made Lei Zhao start, "Elder Yuan?"

This person was an elder of the Divine Sword Sect.

Elder Yuan’s face was ashen, his eyes closed.

Although he had no idea who had captured him, now that he had been tossed in front of the entrance to Divine Sword Hall, with the Sect Leader and several Peak Masters right there, any cover-up was futile.

The other person’s complexion wasn’t too good either.

"Do we have this person in our Divine Sword Sect?"

After glancing over Elder Yuan and the other person, Sect Leader Feng Shaoyu seemed to realize something and immediately asked.

"Master, of the warriors in the Divine Sword Sect above the level of Innate, I have basically seen them all... and this person does not exist."

Lei Zhao shook his head.

He had probed the body of the stranger and felt a faint fluctuation of Innate True Qi, without a doubt that of an Innate Martial Artist.

"So, this person is an outsider..."

Sect Leader Feng Shaoyu nodded, flicked his finger, and a stream of True Qi shot out, releasing Elder Yuan’s mute acupoint, "Elder Yuan, speak. What were you meeting with this person in the dead of night for?"

Purple Lightning Peak Master Wan Xiangong said, frowning. _{freewēbnoveℓ.com}