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Ding-a-ling!
Ding-a-ling!
Enchanting, the crisp sound, incessant and unending, thus constantly emanated from Mount Xianglu, reaching the ears of the civil and military officials.
It made the ministers as distraught as if they had lost their mothers, as if they had been struck by lightning, each one's expression uglier than the next, the sadness reaching its apogee.
They felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness.
That's right, helplessness. In their eyes, no matter how powerful the Demon Lord was, he was ultimately just a brute, with no possibility of opposing the entire Tang Dynasty.
Let alone opposing them, the officials!
The Tang Dynasty had been established for a hundred years, its foundation profound, making many sects dare not act wantonly within its territory; its main reliance was its formidable strength, and even its connections with some secretive sects.
No matter how powerful the Demon Lord was, could he possibly slaughter all these sects to extinction?