The Great Khan of Haswula couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, and he didn't bother to go around in circles with Xiao Ziyang, and directly said his intention: "Lord Miaosi, King Ben Khan is here today for only one thing, Wu Rihan is old and frail, and he is no longer fit to serve as the great elder of the temple. King Ben Khan thinks that Hu Helu is shrewd and capable, and is very suitable to serve as the Grand Elder of the Temple, and under the leadership of Grand Elder Hu Helu, the tribute to the Holy Gate will definitely be doubled next year, otherwise the future tribute may not be paid to the Temple in full and on time!"

Xiao Ziyang and Hasullah looked at each other for a moment, and then smiled dumbly: "Hasvulla Khan, are you threatening me?"

Hasullah snorted coldly, "Don't dare!"

Xiao Ziyang smiled mockingly, "Since the Great Khan thinks that he can't pay the tribute in full and on time, then there is no need to pay it, when does the Great Khan think that he can pay it in full and on time!"

After speaking, Xiao Ziyang waved his hand to Haswula like a fly, and said, "You stand down!"

Hasullah suddenly changed color and reached out and pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist. Hu Helu stepped forward and shouted at Xiao Ziyang: "Bold! Muren! You dare to be so rude to the Great Khan!"

The smile on Xiao Ziyang's face disappeared suddenly, and he turned his head to look at Hu Helu.

As Xiao Ziyang's gaze shrouded his body, Hu Helu suddenly felt as if he was imprisoned in an incomparably hard boulder, unable to move in the slightest. What's even more terrifying is that even his divine thoughts are imprisoned, and the mana in his body is no longer under his control.

A moment later, his mana boiled like boiling water. These boiling mana began to erode his dantian, meridians. What made him even more distracted was that the boiling mana even eroded his spiritual roots. In his perception, the originally clear and palpable Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi around him quickly left him, until it disappeared into his perception at its worst.

Time has only passed for more than ten breaths, but in Hu Helu's perception, it seems that ten years have passed. In the frightened eyes of everyone, the Cui rubbing brilliance on Hu Helu's body due to the burning of mana, as well as the astonishing spiritual pressure, slowly dissipated.

Hu Helu suddenly felt that his body was loosened, his legs were weak, and this cultivator, who thought he was very powerful, actually sat on the ground.

At this time, he was soaked in sweat, his face was pale, his breath was weak, and the spiritual pressure on his body, which was the symbol of the monk, disappeared without a trace.

Hu Helu was stunned for a moment, looked at his pale hands, looked up at Xiao Ziyang in disbelief, and asked tremblingly, "You, you, what have you done to me!"

Xiao Ziyang glanced at Hu Helu and said lightly: "As a punishment for you for rushing into this seat, this seat cost your mana and destroyed your dantian, meridians, and spiritual roots. From now on, you will be an honest mortal! This seat sees that you are good at dancing with long sleeves, exquisite in all directions, and you will be an official under the Great Khan, and you will have a great future if you want to come!"

Speaking of this, he paused, and instructed Wu Rihan: "Hu Helu is already a mortal from now on, and he is no longer fit to serve the gods, drive him out of the temple!"

When Wu Rihan saw this scene, he felt that his hands and feet were cold, and cold sweat soaked his back in an instant. If there is any more cruel means in this world than depriving a monk of his mana cultivation, it is to destroy a monk's spiritual root. But Xiao Ziyang did these two things together

Hearing Xiao Ziyang's command, Wu Rihan trembled, and hurriedly waved his hand to summon two temple guards, and lifted Hu Helu, who was paralyzed like mud, out like a dead dog.

Xiao Ziyang turned his head to look at Haswula, who still had one hand on the hilt of the sword, but his face was very exciting, and slowly spoke: "The Great Khan is still hesitating, is there anything else to order?"

Hearing this, Hasullah shuddered and hurriedly withdrew the hand holding the hilt of the sword. At this time, his eyes were already full of horror when he looked at Xiao Ziyang. He finally remembered the massacre more than thirty years ago.

At the time of the massacre, Has'ullah was a child of less than ten years old, and the Henach family, who had a vested interest in re-establishing themselves as khans, were the least affected by the incident.

It is really not a glorious thing for the Great Khan of the tribe to be wiped out like a chicken, so afterwards, the nobles who experienced this incident were silent about the matter.

If it were Agoura's father or Agoura's father who served as the Great Khan today, he would not have done such a ridiculous thing as coercing the temple priests. When they were crown princes, they were told the story of the massacre and warned to have a reverence for the temple.

The throne of the Khan of Has'ullah was snatched from him. Naturally, many inheritances have been lost.

But as a powerful nobleman, Hasullah naturally didn't know anything about the killing. It's just that there are a lot of deviations between what he knows and the facts, and without the ears and faces of his predecessors, his memory of that killing is not so deep.

But seeing Xiao Ziyang not hesitate to go to the temple, just Hu Helu's mana under one person, his fierceness and decisiveness, made his heart tremble, and at the same time, he also remembered the disaster that people didn't want to mention.

He suddenly seemed to understand Xiao Ziyang, who was sitting on the golden chair safely, with a faint, determined, and a hint of banter and disdain on his face. If you were facing a group of ants with teeth and claws, I am afraid that this expression would be the same.

This Has'ullah city was very deep, and he quickly calmed down his emotions, and his face once again showed an ancient and unwavering look. didn't talk nonsense, after bowing to Xiao Ziyang, he turned around and left with his subordinates.

After Haswullah left, Xiao Ziyang ignored the frightened looks on the faces of the elders, got up and walked out of the hall.

After this day, Wu Rihan relied on Xiao Ziyang's residual power and successfully regained the power of the temple.

The Great Khan of Has'ullah was indeed a man of a generation, capable of bending and stretching, and upon his return, he immediately had the temple worship doubled, and at the same time had the truth about the catastrophe that had occurred more than thirty years ago.

Thankfully, thirty years have not killed everyone who has experienced that disaster.

When all the truth of the catastrophe was revealed to him, Has'ullah remained silent for a long time.

Soon after, he withdrew the hand that had been put into the temple. He also ordered that the offerings, which had doubled this year, be sent to the temple in advance.

Xiao Ziyang's life returned to calm again. After Xiao Ziyang showed his thunderous methods, no monk was willing to approach him.

On this day, Xiao Ziyang ordered someone to recruit the pastor Wu Rihan.

Wu Rihan was in high spirits during this time, and as soon as Hu and Lu went, the five elders under him no longer dared to disobey him. After obtaining Xiao Ziyang's consent, he promoted one of his disciples to the rank of elder.

Although in the eyes of outsiders, Wu Rihan has infinite scenery, but in his heart, it is actually not more relaxed than before. The fierce and resolute temple priest pressed on his heart like a giant beast, making him feel breathless.