Yin Yunxiao said indifferently: "No need to sow discord. This matter was definitely not done by Jiang Bihuai. Feng Yun, I only acknowledge you! I only ask you, will you return it or not?"
Feng Yun replied coldly: "Yin Yunxiao, do you understand the rules?"
With this sentence, the plot thickens, and the edge is revealed first.
Everyone’s heart was shocked.
Yin Yunxiao didn’t answer, only stared at him intently.
Feng Yun said coldly: "Trial rules of the Yin Yang Realm state that whoever snatches sothing, it belongs to them. Yin Yunxiao, have you never snatched from others?"
Yin Yunxiao still didn’t answer.
"You snatched from others, so it’s yours?" Feng Yun slightly frowned and said blandly: "And when others snatch from you, you refuse to give up? Posing as unyielding to demand it back? What kind of reasoning is this?"
"Even if it wasn’t , Feng Yun, who snatched your resources, and even if I did snatch them, so what? I snatched them, it is my strength, my skill, thus it is mine! Why should I give them back to you? If we had to return what we snatched, then what’s the point of mutual robbery? What would be the point of trial rules in the Yin Yang Realm? Are the Heavenly Palace and Hell trials in the Yin Yang Realm only to allow you to snatch from others, but not allow others to snatch from you?"
This statent truly echoed the voice of the people.
The eyes of disciples from various sects shone with approval.
Although their standpoint might differ, Feng Yun’s reasoning was spot on.
The Underworld really lacked grace!
Feng Yun, standing superior, reprimanded: "Yin Yunxiao, are the successors of the Underworld actually this shaless? Is this vile thod taught by your elders in the Underworld? What kind of family education, what sort of rules do you have in the Underworld!"
He let out a mocking laugh: "Everyone knows our Wei Wo Zheng Sect is unreasonable, even I think that our Wei Wo Zheng Sect is indeed unreasonable, but I never imagined that the Underworld, which is supposed to lead the Outer World Mountain Sect, would be even more unreasonable than , Feng Yun. This matter is truly strange indeed."
Feng Yun’s words were full of insults, the damage was not significant, but the humiliation was intense, and he continuously pressed harder, escalating from personal to sect-level, with words like swords, each one deadly.
Yin Yunxiao let out a shrill, lengthy howl.
With a clang, the sword on the ground flew up by itself, falling into his hand, ghostly aura emanated, and exploded: "Underworld disciples, Eighteen Hells Burial Ghost Killing Formation! Take out Feng Yun!"
There was a trendous roar.
The long swords all rose up from the ground.
They fell into the hands of twenty-six Underworld disciples, their sword tips pointing uniformly at the sky.
Unmoving.
Like tombstones formally placed in front of a grave.
"Kill!"
Yin Yunxiao was about to shout this word.
Suddenly Yan Beihan remarked in surprise: "Is there actually soone coming out?"
But in fact, Fang Che had appeared.
This side was about to clash, but the timing was not ripe.
Fang Che had been hiding in the forest observing, as an outsider he saw clearly that Feng Yun’s setup was ant to push Yin Yunxiao to the brink.
So, he had to co out to disrupt the situation and also dampen Yin Yunxiao’s montum.
He would never cooperate with Feng Yun in other matters, but this ti he had to! Not only cooperate, but also give a major effort!
So he imdiately jumped out with a "poof."
Yan Beihan had been watching the exit, Fang Che never ca out, so Yan Beihan was anxious and couldn’t care about anything else.
Even though Feng Yun had continuously hinted, indicating Yan Beihan to speak up against Yin Yunxiao, Yan Beihan simply didn’t notice.
Even if he did, he wouldn’t care.
Why should I help you solve your ss?
But now... Fang Che had finally erged.
Yan Beihan was overjoyed, yet couldn’t express it too obviously, hence he could only say this much.
Following his words, everyone uniformly turned to look.
At the entrance, Fang Che was seen erging, disheveled, limping, his face was pale, clearly badly injured. Although he tried to walk steadily, it was still evident that one of his legs wasn’t functioning well.
Dongyun Yu hurriedly flew over: "Injured? Damn, you’re actually hurt? Haha, you scoundrel finally face the day!"
This schadenfreude attitude took others by surprise.
Aren’t these two supposed to be in the sa group? Aren’t they both Guardians? How co... this way?
Fang Che laughed heartily: "Everyone, you ca out so early haha... Really, it’s been ten years since I’ve seen so many people, this feeling is so odd. Oh... hello, Junior Sister Lan."
Seeing so many people for the first ti in ten years, this was indeed the shared feeling of all.
Hearing this, everyone couldn’t help but show varied expressions.
As for the Underworld...
Yin Yunxiao led his fellow disciples in painstakingly establishing a battle stance and revving up their death-defying montum, only for Fang Che’s ergence to completely disrupt it.
When Yan Beihan called out, many Underworld disciples couldn’t help but turn their heads.
And this pause had already given Jiang Bihuai ti.
Jiang Bihuai and Jiang Bixiao swiftly moved between Feng Yun and Yin Yunxiao, and scolded lowly: "Yin Yunxiao! What are you doing? Trial rules state that whoever snatches it, it’s theirs, that’s the rule!"
Yin Yunxiao gritted his teeth in hatred, sha burning throughout, his heart was almost breaking with rage as he said to Jiang Bihuai: "All our rings from the Underworld were snatched by him... we... we can’t deliver at all..."
After saying this, the intense sha almost made Yin Yunxiao wield his sword to end himself.
"Ah?"
Jiang Bihuai and Jiang Bixiao both exclaid.
Their expressions beca extraordinarily colorful.
No wonder Yin Yunxiao went berserk; so this was the reason.
The Underworld’s trip in was completely shaven bare!
"All of them? Not a single one left?"
Jiang Bihuai’s eyes almost bulged out: "How could this be?"
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