Qian Daoliu lowered his hand and calmly regarded Tang Chen on the ground, as though looking at a child throwing an unreasonable tantrum.
"Tang Chen, those words of yours certainly sound high-minded. You thought I was 'good' back then, thought I was a gentleman, because the way I and Spirit Hall acted at the time benefited your Clear Sky Sect and did not stand in your way."
"Now you see me as 'evil.' You think I'm vile, vicious, even a stranger to you. In the end, that is merely because what I'm doing now has left you in a bind, with no room to resist."
Qian Daoliu took a step forward and stared hard into Tang Chen's eyes.
"Peel away that skin of righteousness and morality, and there is only one truth underneath-you, Tang Chen, and the Clear Sky Sect you take such pride in have grown weak."
"When your strength falls short, all you can do is lie on the ground and argue with your tongue."
Tang Chen's cheeks flushed purple-red with humiliation, but Qian Daoliu's words left him unable to find a retort.
"Spirit Hall's way of doing things is indeed different from what it once was."
"Yet why don't you mention the Evil Soul Masters who have appeared across the continent? Only your Tang Clan is allowed to plunder, while we must stand by and do nothing?!"
"I even tolerated you for all these years." Qian Daoliu glanced at Tang Hao and Tang Xiao nearby.
"But ultimately, even if I slaughtered every one of you today with thunderous force and forcibly united this continent, my hands would still be far cleaner than those of your Clear Sky Sect, which allowed its disciples to unleash beast tides and even secretly founded the Holy Spirit Cult, a vile cult