Chapter 573 - 566: Comb Hair a Thousand Times
Bang!
Duan Yingnian, the Vermilion Bird Hall Master who was kneeling within the Longevity Sect Main Temple’s Hall of Law, suddenly curled up like a shrimp before being sent flying backwards as if kicked away, shooting out of the hall like a meteor.
Just as he flew out of the hall’s entrance, a mysterious force abruptly stopped his backward momentum and he plummeted down violently.
Phut!
Mouthful after mouthful of fresh blood uncontrollably sprayed from Duan Yingnian’s mouth, rendering the eight Divine Generals standing by utterly speechless with dread.
"Imbecile, to actually use the Demon Cloud Fruit to frame someone! Even if you just spread the rumor that Yang Zhengxi had an income equal to a year’s worth from the Xining Subdivision, it would have been enough to kill that kid Ye Zhen several times over! Yet you chose to use the Demon Cloud Fruit, and the ridiculous part is, you got it right!"
Longevity Sect Master Yin Changsheng let out a series of owl-like, chilling laughs. Amidst the laughter, Duan Yingnian, whose cultivation was at the Fifth Stage of the Vein Forging Realm, kept being lifted into the air, falling, and then being lifted again, as fresh blood continued to spurt out in great gushes.
Should anyone observe closely, they would have noticed that hidden within the wide sleeves of the Longevity Sect Master, Yin Changsheng’s fingers were subtly twitching. With just a light flick of his fingers, Duan Yingnian, the Vein Forging powerhouse, was struck as if by hammers, spurting out blood violently!
"What’s even more ridiculous is that you have been counter exploited and framed, failing to resolve the issue on the spot, and you didn’t report back to me afterwards, leading to such a disaster that nearly a hundred of our brothers met a gruesome death. Tell me, how do you intend to deal with yourself, how should I deal with you!" Yin Changsheng barked furiously.
At this critical juncture, Duan Yingnian threw caution to the wind, not caring to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and with a violent motion touched his head to the ground, pleading desperately, "I have caused so many fellow brothers within our sect to die tragically, and brought such a disaster upon our sect—I only beg for a swift death, and regret that I did not die in battle earlier. Please, Sect Hierarch, grant me this!"