As the dust dispersed, Meng Changyun crashed to the ground, gray-faced and utterly bedraggled.
"Nephew, if you go to the Grand Unity Daoist School and can cleanse your heart and turn over a new leaf, perhaps you may yet recover a sliver of hope. That is also what everyone wishes to see."
Mirror Tower Old Ancestor looked down at Meng Changyun and gently advised him.
Everyone nodded.
"You are abandoning your martial uncle so cruelly. How will the entire sect view you?"
Suddenly, an angry roar rang out from the distance.
A burly Battle Robe Man charged over, his face livid as he rasped, "Once word of this gets out, how will the outside world view our Transformation Sun Dao Court? Who will dare come to our sect to take a master and cultivate in the future?"
"Even a Supreme Elder is being trampled upon like this. Aren't you afraid of chilling the hearts of the entire sect?"
His words stirred unrest throughout the field.
The great figures present all darkened, revealing their displeasure.
"Slap him."
Xue Changyi said coldly.
Slap!
Mirror Tower Old Ancestor struck the Battle Robe Man across the face with one slap, knocking him onto the ground on his backside, his face swollen red.
Mirror Tower Old Ancestor said coldly, "Xing Feng, if you dare spout another word of nonsense, you will be severely punished without mercy!"
"I'm not afraid of death!"
The Battle Robe Man wiped away the fresh blood from the corner of his lips.
"You..."
A cold glint flashed through Mirror Tower Old Ancestor's eyes as he was about to say something.
A calm voice rang out:
"Enough. This farce should end. Old Meng, so long as you nod, I'll help you kill these people."
The voice was distant and ethereal, echoing between