Hun Tiangang looked at his three disciples. "Tell me, how should we resolve this? Zhao Ritian, you're only an honorary outer disciple, so I'll hear your stupid idea first."
"Yes, Master!" Zhao Ritian blurted out. "They're all the murderers who killed Martial Uncle. They should all be beaten to death!"
The three groups hated Zhao Ritian so much their teeth itched.
Hun Tiangang turned to Long Aotian. "You're the founding senior disciple. Something happened, and you didn't even fart?!"
"Uh..." Long Aotian smiled. "Master, these three are technically my subordinates. I think they can leave first. As for the other five, they can be dealt with as Master sees fit."
Hun Tiangang said unhappily, "How did you end up associating with trash like the Great Organization? Nonsense! You're disgracing me."
He then looked at Lu Chengwen, rose to his feet, and gave a slight bow. "Cheng Wen, please share your opinion."
Lu Chengwen helped Hun Tiangang sit back down. "Master, the three groups are all telling different stories, and it's hard to tell truth from lies. Why not... let them sort it out themselves? Usually, they only use their mouths, so we have no idea who's allied with whom. To get to the bottom of it, hehe, we'll have to make them fight."
Hun Tiangang's eyes lit up. "Excellent."
Hun Tiangang waved a hand. "You three groups, kill off two groups. Whoever's left can go. Get started."
The three groups looked at one another. Things had just gotten difficult.
Especially for the Sky Net Leader, who felt that this was entirely aimed at him.
He had just offended both groups, and now they had to fight to the death! And both of them had three people, while he had brought only one assistant.
Strike first for the advantage!
The Sky