Chapter 1617: Chapter 1614: Commit Suicide to Prove Innocence?
In the skies above East City of Starry Sky City, a young man clad in a green robe, his face full of anger, glared down at the residence of the Seventy-two Swordsman of Xian Dong Mountain, and furiously exclaid!
Following Yang Changdong’s arrival with his rage, a large number of Fenxin Sect disciples quickly followed. Nearly ten thousand Fenxin Sect disciples arrived in East City, surrounding the abode of the Seventy-two Sword Cultivators of the Mountain!
“Seventy-two Sword Cultivators of Xian Dong Mountain, co out and face your death!”
The Saint of the Fenxin Sect, Yang Changdong, bellowed angrily in mid-air.
Lin Bai slightly lifted his gaze to look at the young man in the green robe, his expression turning cold.
At this mont, the Seventy-two Sword Cultivators of Xian Dong Mountain were all shocked, clenching their fists in secret. Nie Xiong, with a resolute expression, took a step forward, directly soaring into the sky and stood before Saint Yang Changdong, cupping his fists and saying, “I am Nie Xiong, one of the Seventy-two Sword Cultivators of Xian Dong Mountain! May I inquire why Saint Yang Changdong has co to Heaven-reaching Sword Sect with such importance?”
Yang Changdong had handso features and sharp eyes. Hearing Nie Xiong introduce himself, his gaze imdiately turned cold, and a murderous intent spread across his face: “So, you are Nie Xiong, huh? Hmph, you really have so nerve, daring to ask what brings here? The vile things you’ve done, do you really need this Saint to spell them out for you?”
“In my Sect, seventeen disciples faced off against you, the Seventy-two Sword Cultivators of Xian Dong Mountain. After these seventeen returned to their residences, they instantly perished from violent deaths, their end was caused by the bursting of Sword Qi within their bodies!”
“Isn’t this the handiwork of your esteed Sect?”
“And you still dare to ask ?”
Yang Changdong’s face turned colder.
“This Saint would rather not waste words with you. If you, the Seventy-two Sword Cultivators of Xian Dong Mountain, commit suicide imdiately, we can consider this matter settled. Otherwise, I, as a Saint, am willing to bear my Sect’s punishnt to avenge my brothers!”
Yang Changdong said icily, “As a Saint, I cannot allow my brothers to die in vain and without justice.”
Nie Xiong’s face turned cold as he cupped his fists and said, “Saint Yang Changdong, indeed we had a sparring exchange with your Sect’s disciples, but truly we did no such despicable act, nor did we plant Sword Qi within their bodies!”
“This matter must be soone framing and setting us up!”
Nie Xiong stated coldly.
“Still trying to quibble! Are all the Sword Cultivators from Heaven-reaching Sword Sect such beasts, daring to act but not owning up?” Yang Changdong exploded in anger, his angry roar resonating throughout East City.
At this mont, countless Sword Cultivators from Heaven-reaching Sword Sect gathered upon hearing the news, coincidentally hearing Yang Changdong’s roar, their faces showing shock and so displeasure.
Then, a strange voice ca through: “Saint Yang Changdong, this is a matter caused by the Seventy-two Sword Cultivators of Xian Dong Mountain, what does it have to do with Heaven-reaching Sword Sect? Please be cautious with your words, Saint Yang Changdong!”
After this cold voice, a man in a purple robe flew over and landed on a distant rooftop.
Lin Bai and Nie Xiong both turned to look at the sa ti.
This person was dressed in purple, a Purple-robed Inner Sect Disciple of Heaven-reaching Sword Sect, and his face was all too familiar to Lin Bai and Nie Xiong.
This person, was none other than Qi Xuan!
Lin Bai looked at Qi Xuan, his expression puzzled, and couldn’t help but glance at his arms, only to find that Qi Xuan’s arms were completely restored, and Lin Bai also felt there was a strong power fluctuating on his arms.
“How strange, after repairing his arms, why do I feel that the power within Qi Xuan’s arms does not sh with the power from the Divine Elixir within his body, as if this power doesn’t belong to him at all!” Lin Bai said with furrowed brows.
“Qi Xuan Junior Swordmaster, no, you are no longer the Junior Sword Venerate.” Seeing this person, Yang Changdong imdiately called out, but then quickly rembered that Qi Xuan was no longer the Junior Sword Venerate and hastily corrected himself!
Hearing Yang Changdong stop mid-sentence to correct himself, Qi Xuan’s expression darkened, a fiery rage kindled in his heart, and when he looked at Lin Bai, his gaze was especially ferocious and bitter!
“Saint Yang Changdong, if you have co to seek an explanation for your Sect’s disciples, then direct your grievances towards whoever killed them, but do not implicate Heaven-reaching Sword Sect!”
Qi Xuan said coldly.
Upon hearing this, Yang Changdong sneered, “So, from what brother Qi Xuan is saying… Heaven-reaching Sword Sect will not be getting involved in this affair?”
Qi Xuan said with a sneer, “To commit such despicable, lowly, and shaless acts and still hope for the protection of the Sect is nothing but wishful thinking!”
“Saint Yang Changdong, even if you do not co here to settle accounts with them, we, the disciples of the Heaven-reaching Sword Sect, will not let them off first!”
“Such villainous behavior must be condemned by everyone. Brothers, wouldn’t you agree?”
Qi Xuan raised his arm and called out, his voice thundering and spreading throughout the entire East City.
At this mont, a large number of Sword Cultivators from the Heaven-reaching Sword Sect and disciples from the Fenxin Sect had gathered within East City!
The Sword Cultivators of the Heaven-reaching Sword Sect, upon hearing Qi Xuan’s words, also murmured, “Are the Seventy-two Swordsman of Xian Dong Mountain so shaless to secretly harm others?”
“Had they killed their opponents in the Martial Arts Competition Arena, we might have forgiven them. After all, it’s hard to control oneself in martial matches, but to hide Sword Qi and harm others in secret is truly against the way of the Sword Cultivator!”
“Seventy-two Swordsman of Xian Dong Mountain, we really misjudged you, thinking you could be our leaders in the Heaven-reaching Sword Sect in the future. Unfortunately, you turned out to be such wolves in heart!”
“Such tactics are truly disgusting!”
“You seventy-two do not deserve to be Sword Cultivators of the Heaven-reaching Sword Sect, nor are you worthy of wielding swords!”
“Brothers, let’s jointly sign a blood petition, earnestly requesting the Sword Master to expel these seventy-two individuals from the Sect, to restore the clear skies of our Heaven-reaching Sword Sect!”
“…”
Disciples of the Heaven-reaching Sword Sect spoke righteously and indignantly.
Nie Xiong stood in midair, as the cold sneers and malice of his fellow disciples continuously echoed in his ears, his expression montarily dazed, as if his soul had been drained!
The other Sword Cultivators, like Li Feng, Li Chou, Luo Xuan, Lei Yizhe, and the rest had even more bitter expressions, with tears in their eyes. They could never have dread that things would co to such a pass!
Yesterday, the seventy-two Sword Cultivators of Xian Dong Mountain were renowned far and wide!
But today, the seventy-two Sword Cultivators of Xian Dong Mountain have suffered a devastating blow to their reputation! Their act of hiding Sword Qi to kill has been criticized by all the martial artists of Lingnan, and in a short ti, they had beco like rats crossing the street, with everyone shouting, ‘Hit them!’
Furthermore, so disciples of the Heaven-reaching Sword Sect even proposed to jointly send a blood petition, earnestly requesting the Sword Master to expel the seventy-two Sword Cultivators of Xian Dong Mountain from the Sect. Hearing this, the seventy-two Swordsman were even more shocked to their core.
So, unable to withstand these harsh criticisms, swayed, their faces turned red, and they spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, with their expressions instantly deflated.
Saint Yang Changdong sneered, “Nie Xiong! Even the disciples of your own Sect speak thusly, what more can you argue!”
Nie Xiong clenched his fists tightly, with a look of agony and eyes filled with bloodshot, his face full of unwillingness.
Nie Xiong and the seventy-two Sword Cultivators of Xian Dong Mountain weren’t afraid of death. They were willing to take up their swords and fight on the battlefield, but these cold sneers and spiteful words were invisible swords that they found unbearable!
“Fine!” Nie Xiong gritted his teeth and said, “I will commit suicide! But, Saint Yang Changdong, friends from the Fenxin Sect, I, Nie Xiong, can commit suicide, but I must make it clear that…”
“My suicide is not because I want to atone with death, but because I don’t want to involve my Sect in this affair!”
“The disciples of the Seven Major Sects, we the seventy-two Sword Cultivators of Xian Dong Mountain have said we did not kill, then we did not kill, and certainly would not do sothing as filthy as hiding Sword Qi!”
“I commit suicide to prove my innocence!”
Nie Xiong took out a Treasure Sword from his Storage Bag. A flash of bright sword light aid straight for his own throat.
Yang Changdong, Qi Xuan, and many of the Fenxin Sect disciples and Heaven-reaching Sword Sect Sword Cultivators, all watched indifferently!
The rest of the Sword Cultivators from Xian Dong Mountain were even more dismayed, failing to notice Nie Xiong’s actions.
“Hmph!” Just as Nie Xiong swung his sword towards his own throat, a domineering cold snort spread throughout the whole East City.
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