When discussing past events, Sword Master Yu’s cold, clear eyes revealed a hint of sorrow.
"In this world, who isn’t worth mourning when they die? Once on the battlefield, who has truly thought they could be safe everywhere? Do you think only your master and teachers have died? The eight hundred disciples I sent out also did not return alive!"
"That’s impossible!" Hao Nong was first taken aback, then furrowed his brow, sneering: "This can’t be true! You, hypocrite, don’t try to deceive ! Those eight hundred Tianxi disciples clearly saw things going wrong, and out of cowardice, delivered my master to the Immortal Slaying Stage and fled, breaking their promise. Of course, Baili Yu, you wouldn’t admit it to protect your reputation!
Otherwise, how could it be possible that in the chronicles, the death of eight hundred elite disciples from your high-up, fa-hungry figures, isn’t even ntioned?!"
Sword Master Yu had clearly not expected Hao Nong to think this way, and his face turned dark with anger: "As the master of a sect, how would I take the lives of my disciples lightly and joke around!"
Hao Nong’s eyes were bloodshot: "Then, as the master of a sect, how could you let your disciples die silently?"
Though a few exchanges had passed, Sword Master Yu’s anger burned even hotter, yet he also sensed that sothing was off about the situation.
Suppressing his fury, he coldly explained: "The eight hundred disciples I sent out did not survive, but a Blood Letter returned to the Xijian Sect, stating the difficulty of the mission. It was understandable that Yao Yu and others failed to stop Zhao He from undergoing tribulation as scheduled.
Our disciples were worried that the world would harbor resentnt against the sacrifices of eight thousand martial artists. They willingly let their nas be stained with blood, with reputation buried in death, hoping the world would cherish and focus on the efforts and sacrifices of eight thousand martial artists, with the sole intent of upholding the indomitable spirit of Martial Arts!"
"Nonsense! Twisting facts! Today, I’ve finally seen it, how despicable and deceitful people have a thousand reasons to dress up their vile deeds with dignity! A splendid facade!"
Hao Nong, harboring hatred for so many years, could not easily accept such a seemingly beautiful yet practically absurd and hypocritical explanation.
In Sword Master Yu’s dark eyes, a spark seed to ignite. For the doubts and anger from Hao Nong, he felt an unprecedented humiliation for his deceased disciples: "Since in your heart, our Tianxi disciples are such betrayers, why waste words!"
Hao Nong was extrely agitated, his chest heaving violently.
He would never allow anyone to step on the bones and blood of his master and fellow disciples while claiming their sins were noble and righteous.
He felt so disgusted he almost vomited!
Yun Rong and Ji Pei, who had been quietly standing behind Sword Master Yu, exchanged a glance.
How could they not understand that Hao Nong and his group had been manipulated by those from the Demon Sect.
Who would have thought that hundreds of years ago, in a lancholy war, such a dangerous and malicious sche was hidden.
Yet Sword Master Yu, already infuriated beyond reason, would find it extrely difficult to communicate and break this deadlock.
As part of the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi, Yun Rong and Ji Pei knew well the Sect Master’s disposition.
All his life, he sought integrity and innocence, unable to bear others’ doubts and slander against him.
Every word and action of Hao Nong’s was stepping right on his critical points.
But with the situation already spiraling this far, Yun Rong and Ji Pei knew Hao Nong was being used, and clashing to mutual destruction now would definitely play into soone’s hands.
Ji Pei considered his words carefully and whispered: "Sect Master, I believe the past events are full of doubts; it is inadvisable to press them further now. Perhaps it’s beneficial to step back, find out the truth behind the misunderstandings, and resolve this without conflict is the best strategy."
Step back?
Upon hearing this, Yun Rong’s brows twitched hard, thinking this would not end well!
At this mont, the Sect Master was in a rage, and the slander against eight hundred elite disciples was sothing he could not tolerate.
Now, the Sect Master’s emotions were like a tight string at its breaking point, and hearing "step back" would likely make him blind and deaf to any retreat by the other party.
It would only make him feel that he was being forced to yield under the threat of the soul chain.
Indeed, Sword Master Yu’s face, already icy, showed no expression. His tone was chilling: "Cut off our Xijian Sect’s soul chain, and refuse to repent. What is there left to discuss? Today it’s either the fish dies or the net splits; even if the Ten Thousand Swords return to silence, I will crush these rebellious traitors conspiring with the Demon Clan, to honor our fallen heroes!"
Hao Nong laughed heartily, his eyes as cold as a ghost’s: "Good, good, good!!! Then let see how you, Sword Master, will crush us to dust!"
Yun Rong held his forehead in dismay, thinking that in this world, there truly seed to be no one who could change the Sect Master’s obstinate nature.
As the situation seed about to spiral beyond control, Baili An stepped out from the Sword Pond, the Dragon and Snake Sword Formation disappearing behind him. His presence was contained, defenseless as he approached Sword Master Yu.
Sword Master Yu watched the youth close in, devoid of any murderous intent or battle spirit, his sword-like eyebrows furrowed in confusion about what he intended to do.
Then, an astonishing scene unfolded before everyone.
The youth, with a calm and peaceful expression, raised a fist and tightly clenched it, without using any spiritual power, and with almost all his strength, punched this revered Tianxi Sword Master square in the face.
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