At that moment, the clean-shaven old man turned his gaze directly toward Qin Lie. His eyes were icy and merciless, as if he wanted to tear Qin Lie alive into two halves.
From the rumors, he had also learned that this damned Ye Xiwen had been brought here by Qin Lie, bringing endless humiliation upon the Divine Alliance. He even had reason to suspect that this had all been orchestrated by the Martial Sect. The Martial Sect knew that the Divine Alliance had intervened in matters concerning the Thirteenth Prince, so they had deliberately done the opposite, viciously slapping the Divine Alliance across the face to make the Thirteenth Prince change his mind.
"Qin Lie, was this matter the work of your Martial Sect?" the clean-shaven old man asked through gritted teeth as he stared at Qin Lie.
"What does this have to do with our Martial Sect? He isn't one of us to begin with. I can't control what he does. Besides, Gu Yi really did deserve a beating. If I were him, I'd have given him a good thrashing too. What do you mean by overstepping your bounds?" Qin Lie sneered, his momentum surging like a rainbow. He gave not an inch and had no intention of backing down in the slightest.
The old man's expression became even uglier. Qin Lie was clearly using this matter to mock the Divine Alliance for overstepping its bounds.
He also knew that what they had done was somewhat improper. There were so many princes and princesses in the Darkness Country; couldn't they have simply chosen another one to support? Did they have to set their sights on the Thirteenth Prince alongside the Martial Sect? Trying to pry someone else's corner like this would earn them curses behind their backs.
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