Hao Nong’s face was suddenly frozen with murderous intent, incredulous.
Yun Rong opened his eyes wide, and was tripped hard by the strap of his garnt beneath his feet.
Ji Pei shivered violently, looking at the young man who delivered the handso punch with admiration in his eyes, whether he secretly enjoyed it, only he knew.
According to common sense, the World Sword Master Baili Yu, whose cultivation was already at the bottleneck of the great realm, shouldn’t be so defenselessly hit by such an extrely ordinary yet solid punch.
But in fact, he was hit squarely with no ability to react.
Sword Master Yu grunted, covering his cheek, nose bleeding, his body taking two steps back, looking at Baili An with a face full of shock and disbelief, as if he was dumbfounded.
Baili An casually rubbed his wrist, looked back at Hao Nong: "Does it relieve your anger?"
Hao Nong nodded blankly, silly replied: "It does relieve so anger, damn it."
Baili An asked again: "Then can we sit down and have a good talk?"
Hao Nong hesitated for a mont, though he felt a hundred resistances in his heart, but under the calm gaze of Baili An, he still nodded.
Strangely, after Baili An delivered such a clean and neat punch.
His violent and restless emotions were cald and settled little by little.
Hao Nong’s mood was refreshed, was cald, but Sword Master Yu, who was publicly humiliated by a junior, was furious, wanting to rise up and kill on the spot: "How dare you! Bold! I see you are tired of living!"
Baili An smiled indifferently, completely unafraid: "Sect Master, do you think this is a child’s fight? When reason can’t be explained, you want to draw swords and kill? Abandon the Heavenly Mountain Sword Tomb? Abandon the future of Sword Dao? If there is indeed a misunderstanding among them and the Sect Master unjustly kills the innocent, it results in a big mistake, even if Sect Master doesn’t know, there is a record within the cycle of cause and effect, in days to co..."
Baili An’s eyes condensed deeply, unfathomable, his gaze seed like a sharp sword, directly piercing the soul of Sword Master Yu: "This sin will be repaid upon your descendants."
As if suddenly touching the deepest chronic illness within his heart, Sword Master Yu’s pupils rapidly contracted, his body couldn’t help but step back again, his face turned even uglier.
He was silent for a long ti, seemingly extrely difficult to accept this thod of forcing him to calm down, he raised his eyes to coldly gaze at Baili An, spoke coldly: "Even so, why should this punch land on , there is also that person going mad!"
"So Sect Master also knows he is going mad..."
Baili An blocked the way, not paying for it.
Yun Rong coughed muffledly, almost laughed out loud.
Baili An’s eyes curved, his tone helpless: "There’s really no choice, Hao Nong is my man, who told to protect my own."
Sword Master Yu was choked, his face turned pale-green, unable to retort.
"Alright, since both sides have cald down, you should be aware of the strange aspects within this, Hao Nong, you suspect Xijian Sect betrayed and intentionally hid those missing eight hundred disciples for seven hundred years.
But Hao Nong, don’t forget, those eight hundred disciples are not ordinary mortals, nor ordinary disciples of Tianxi, but the most elite troops of Xijian Sect.
Letting any one disciple exist in the Mortal World is a prominent talent swordsman recognized by all, hiding one talent is easy, but to hide eight hundred peerless geniuses without a trace for hundreds of years, do you think this is a large problem?"
With this insight, Hao Nong’s thoughts suddenly cleared, and only then did he belatedly realize the anomaly of the situation.
"Also, Sect Master, you said those eight hundred disciples died in battle, I believe at the ti, the situation indeed would have led to a conclusion of no survivors, but you might as well think again.
In such a desperate situation, it’s difficult to even protect oneself, shouldn’t the focus during a blood-soaked battle be on killing more Demon Cultivator enemies?
Who can calmly and rationally consider minor issues like delays in the agreed ti for eight thousand Martial Cultivator disciples that might be questioned by the world, and specially leave a Blood Letter to demonstrate their righteousness?"
Baili An’s series of orderly analyses, this only caused everyone to suddenly realize, this seemingly tragic event, concealed such nurous loopholes.
Also made Sword Master Yu feel his intelligence was being relentlessly rubbed by this young man.
His heart felt unbearably stuffed, he couldn’t help but say: "My Tianxi disciples have always been righteous..."
"I know Sect Master, the disciples you taught are always righteous." Baili An’s tone helplessly amused: "But you might as well think more carefully, if those Tianxi disciples on the battlefield indeed had the free ti to consider the great righteous situation, striving to ensure the Martial Arts future and thus write such a Blood Letter, if the starting point was for Immortal Sect’s prosperity and harmony, do you think those people of Demon Sect would have a reason to send such a sincere Blood Letter to you, to achieve the so-called righteousness?"
Sword Master Yu was extrely annoyed by the way Baili An spoke to him, disrespectful to the extre, simply like coaxing a child who couldn’t make sense of things.
He gritted his teeth, wanting to stubbornly continue, but found himself speechless and unable to refute.
Baili An sighed, continued: "Since this Blood Letter couldn’t possibly be from Tianxi disciples, then naturally it was from soone with intentions wanting the Sect Master to see such a Blood Letter, Sect Master, based on your lofty and righteous character, the enemy likely already guessed your deeply hidden noble spirit, once the Blood Letter appeared, the ga was set.
You tasted the bitterness alone, foolishly feeling particularly great, particularly gentlemanly, with particularly great composure and grace, fulfilling a Martial Arts path praised by millions, preserving their fa and the world’s view on Martial Cultivators, unaware, in causing today’s situation, you also hold great responsibility."
Those three "special" characters, simply akin to talking about a fool.
The veins on Sword Master Yu’s forehead twitched, the nosebleed hanging on his face forgotten to wipe, he snorted coldly: "Ridiculous!"
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