"Master can imagine how many people will die in Yangguo by then."

"What the master can do now is to die as the tide goes!"

Tang Pingfan bowed slightly to Tianzang: "Master, go to death."

Master Tianzang did not speak, nor did he take action again. Instead, he dispersed his murderous intent and stood there.

Calm eyes looked at Tang Pingfan without sadness or joy. There was no anger, no unwillingness, no fear, and no desire.

He knew that he had lost and that he would die like Governor Kawaguchi, but he was still peaceful.

Tang Pingfan whispered: "Master, don't worry, Master Tianzang died long ago in the volcano eruption."

"The person who died tonight was just an unknown person."

"The wind has come, the rain has come, but the master has never come."

He bowed slightly: "Nothing happened in Yang Kingdom."

"I can die in exchange for thousands of innocent people and the safety of my palace."

Master Tianzang looked at Tang Pingfan and said calmly: "But I also hope that the Tang Sect Master can promise a thousand pieces of gold."

Tang Pingfan nodded: "No problem!"

Master Tianzang smiled: "I still don't believe you. The hero has no bottom line in doing things. I want your son-in-law to come over and guarantee it."

Tang Pingfan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Ye Fan?"

Master Tianzang pointed his finger at Ye Fan: "Yes, I want the miraculous doctor to guarantee our transaction."

"Although he is your son-in-law, he has a much higher bottom line than you."

He set out his own conditions: "And with his intervention, when you go back on your promise, you will take his feelings and reputation into consideration."

"no problem!"

Tang Pingfan agreed again, and then asked Ye Fan to come over and guarantee it.

After receiving Ye Fan's consent, Master Tianzang looked at him and said, "Mr. Ye, I will leave thousands of innocent people to you."

"Master, you can go on your way."

Without waiting for Ye Fan to respond, Tang Pingfan smiled faintly, then turned around and walked off the high platform with Ye Fan.

"kneel!"

When Tang Pingfan walked down the platform, Tang Shi'er shouted.

He led dozens of Wuyi Lane elites to kneel down and kowtow heavily to Master Tianzang, who was waiting for life and death.

When they raised their heads, everyone had a trace of blood on their foreheads.

This is the final respect for Master Tianzang.

"Be prepared!"

After kneeling down, Tang Shi'er stood up, his emotions covered by reason again and became cold.

He raised his left hand and issued a command. The people in Wuyi Alley immediately stepped back more than ten meters and flashed their spears.

"Wind, wind, strong wind!"

Following a burst of shouting, Tang Shi'er's arm suddenly dropped.

More than thirty spears whizzed towards Master Tianzang.

"If I don't go to hell, who will?"

Master Tianzang made a promise and dispersed all his protection. He calmly faced the sky full of spears.

Peace and happiness are like flowers.

The last silhouette in his pupils was not the sharp tip of a spear, nor Tang Pingfan's bow to him, but the waning moon outside the window.

The waning moon was cold, but in his eyes, it was as beautiful as fireworks.
Chapter completed!