Xuanqingzi knew that at this moment, no one would believe him anymore.
Shen Bai had risen from humble beginnings, and the martial folk around him were much the same. With constables beside Shen Bai to vouch for him, those martial folk naturally switched sides to Shen Bai all the more readily.
Xuanqingzi could even see a trace of disdain in several martial artists' eyes, as if they were saying that a dignified disciple of Green Cloud Daoist Temple was actually framing others.
At that moment, Xuanqingzi's hatred for Shen Bai reached its peak.
Yet he was still one of the foremost members of Green Cloud Daoist Temple's younger generation, a peak expert of the Three Treasures Realm. He forcibly suppressed his urge to make a move.
Of course, even if he did attack, he would not be able to defeat Shen Bai.
He understood that point very clearly.
"Once I return to my sect, I will certainly report this to my master. Then will come the day your soul returns to the heavens, Shen Bai!"
The venom in Xuanqingzi's eyes deepened as he silently swore to himself.
Shen Bai met Xuanqingzi's gaze and sensed the malice within it. Instead, he looked at Xuanqingzi as though he were already dead.
It did not matter if this opportunity was gone. The Grand Tomb was still here, and there would be plenty more opportunities.
Even if the Grand Tomb vanished, Xuanqingzi would still have to return to Green Cloud Daoist Temple.
If something happened along the way, that would be beyond anyone else's control.
Anyone who blocked his path, became his enemy, or gave him no peace, Shen Bai would wipe them all out without leaving the slightest room for mercy.
Xuanqingzi had to die.
Shen Bai withdrew his gaze and looked toward