The triangular mark was the symbol of the Mechanical Race, but that didn't mean only members of the Mechanical Race could engrave one.
Ming Wuya's face showed no other expression; it remained as lifeless as ever. He continued, "Even if the triangular mark has nothing to do with you, Jiang Shu, those images don't lie!"
Hearing this, Jiang Shu nodded. "You're right. That footage is real."
His words stunned everyone.
Was Jiang Shu not going to hide anything? Was he simply going to come clean?
Jiang Shu's heaven-defying fighting prowess was already renowned among his peers. Many had sensed his battle with the Mechanical Mother from afar, and all believed that Jiang Shu now possessed the realm and strength to stand among the very strongest below the Venerable Realm.
They had come only to intimidate him.
But if Jiang Shu truly fought to the death, some of them would certainly fall.
The many Peerless Geniuses and Ancient Prodigies felt their hearts shudder and hastily took defensive stances. Quite a few quietly slipped away from the crowd, looking ready to flee the moment things went south.
Ming Wuya was also somewhat surprised.
He had assumed Jiang Shu would try to defend himself. He hadn't expected him to admit it outright.
Seeing the many different looks on their faces, Jiang Shu smiled again. "As Ming Wuya tells it, I, the Wind Cloud Prodigies, and the Mechanical Mother conspired together."
"But I've never heard of anyone plotting a scheme while clashing head-on, let alone having people suffer serious injuries."
"Ming Wuya, is that how your Netherworld Race conspires, too?"
The hardest lies to refute were those half-truths, because they left you nowhere to begin.
Jiang Shu had gone straight for the flaw in their story and pointed it out.
"This..."
Everyone's expressions froze.