Sun-Shooting Divine Bow (Part 2)

"Hmph, shameless wretch, do you really take everyone else for fools? Who would ever believe a word you say?" Dongming Shangxian demanded righteously, glaring angrily at Marshal Tianpeng. The other high immortals chimed in with fierce agreement, scrambling to hurl insults as though they had suddenly become the embodiment of justice.

When everyone points the finger, a person dies of grief—a testament to how deeply malicious slander can wound. Amidst the barrage of abuse, Marshal Tianpeng's expression darkened. A previously unknown sense of grievance brought a furious flush to his face.

This sensation of being framed and falsely accused, compounded by the verbal onslaught of the crowd, was enough to drive someone to madness. Even his four subordinate generals showed no inclination to step forward and speak on his behalf.

"I believe you!" But at that moment, a clear voice suddenly rang out, cutting through the chorus of insults and instantly quieting the heavens and earth.

Marshal Tianpeng stared at Zhuge Xiang in astonishment, finding it hard to believe. They were neither kin nor old friends—they had even traded blows just moments ago. Yet now, Zhuge Xiang was stepping forward to speak for him. Why? Even his own four subordinates hadn't opened their mouths or trusted him, so on what grounds did this man believe him?

Immortal Chang'e was also taken aback. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and her beautiful eyes fixed intently on Zhuge Xiang, as though trying to see right through him.

Shadow High Immortal, Dongming Shangxian, the four generals, and the others all cast skeptical looks toward Zhuge Xiang, utterly bewildered that he would speak up for Marshal Tianpeng. Could it be that the two of them shared some prior connection? That was impossible; otherwise, they wouldn't have fought in the first place.

"Marshal Tianpeng, you mentioned