"Zhang Dehui, Kong Yuancuo, you, you all..."
As the Kong family's chief consecrator and a max-level Saint realm powerhouse, Kong Cong was so furious that both his hands trembled.
Kong Yuancuo's face turned pale, then paler. With a wave of his hand, the still-playing footage dissipated.
He snorted. "Chief Consecrator, Xu Kun was the one who caused Confucius's Saint Fall. His crimes deserve execution. He must have come prepared today. That footage is probably fabricated, meant to smear Dehui, me, and the others!"
"You little bastard, don't think such cheap tricks can fool the Kong family!"
Facing the agitated Kong Yuancuo, Xu Kun shrugged. "If you consider yourself innocent, why did you nervously destroy the footage?"
"If it was fabricated, wouldn't letting it play only dirty everyone's eyes?"
Kong Yuancuo sneered. "Besides, the footage was recorded from an observer's perspective. May I ask where it came from?"
"Could it be that you recorded it at the scene?"
Oh ho?
He really refused to give up until he saw the coffin. Xu Kun truly had no way to deal with someone as shameless as Kong Yuancuo.
He looked at Kong Cong with a wronged expression. "Chief Consecrator, look at him. He's at death's door and still refuses to admit it. There's nothing I can do about him!"
Faced with Kong Yuancuo's continued sophistry, Kong Cong, already trembling with rage, was utterly furious.
"Beast, shut your mouth!"
"Chief Consecrator, you..." Kong Yuancuo was dumbfounded in the face of Kong Cong's fury.
"Open your damn eyes and look at what's written on this!"
Kong Cong could not be bothered to waste words on him. He hurled the sheet of paper Xu Kun had tossed over straight at Kong Yuancuo's face!
A Saint-level powerhouse was terrifying indeed. A mere sheet of white paper actually