Super Student's Three-realms Army

At the same time, because the voice agreed, the middle-aged man's face became solemn and solemn. He slowly stood up and strode into the cave.    

Within the cave, there was an ice bed carved with a piece of ten thousand year old ice.    

On the ice bed sat a man with a peaceful aura and not the slightest bit of Vital Spirit's fluctuation.    

When Bian Haixiang arrived in front of the ice bed, he once again knelt down on one knee. He bowed and said.    

"Master, disciple Bian Haixiang has come to beg for forgiveness. I hope master can punish me!"    

At first glance, the man on the ice bed looked like he was only twenty-five or twenty-six.    

However, if one looked carefully, they would find that he was already in the prime of his life. He looked to be a middle-aged man in his fifties or sixties.    

It had to be said, this was an existence that made it difficult for people to see through his age!    

After hearing what Bian Haixiang said, the man slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were filled with the universe. It was vast and profound, and he even said a few words lightly.    

"Bian Haixiang, what crime did you commit?"    

The man looked at Bian Haixiang, who was kneeling on one knee under his ice bed.    

Seeing his appearance, not only did he not seem to be sizing up his own disciple, he even seemed to be standing in the sky, looking down upon a crawling, shivering being.    

However, few people knew that the middle-aged man who knelt before him, named Bian Haixiang, was the man's head disciple.    

At the same time, Bian Haixiang was also one of his top disciples in the path of cultivation.    

"Master, Junior-apprentice Brother Chu and another Earth Level killer have died in Huaxia. Junior-apprentice Brother Chu is from Huaxia!"    

"I am aware that my abilities are limited and I cannot avenge Junior Chu. I have come to ask Master for punishment!"    

After Bian Haixiang said this, he immediately prostrated himself with both hands on the ground. His forehead heavily smashed into the frozen earth, creating a dong — —! A muffled sound echoed in the ice cave for a long time.    

Although his last disciple, Chu Yuntian, had died tragically in a foreign land, how could Qin Zongheng possibly be bothered by such a trivial matter?    

Thinking about him, Qin Zongheng, he had been rampant at home and abroad for dozens of years, as if he was uninhabited. Even if he didn't have 100 disciples, he still had 80.    

One or two deaths were not a big deal. They were nothing more than clouds in the sky.    

Furthermore, Qin Zongheng cared more about his supreme pursuit of cultivation than the death of his disciple!    

"Oh, who did that Chu Yuntian actually die to?"    

Qin Zongheng lowered his gaze and said with a calm tone.    

From his indifferent tone, it was not hard to tell that this person did not care at all about the death of his so-called last disciple, Chu Yuntian.    

"In reply to Master, this is just young man, who has just reached the age of one's weakness."    

When Bian Haixiang said this, he answered straightforwardly. However, there was a bead of cold sweat the size of a soybean on his forehead. The moment it fell from his face, it turned into an ice crystal and fell to the ground.