Xue Ye: I Was There Too! Dai Tianfeng: Where's Your Face?!

This rare display of toughness, coupled with his desperate and desperate defense, finally caused a subtle shift in the one-sided public opinion in the square.

The murmurs of the crowd surged up again like a tide.

"Hiss... This seems a bit strange, doesn't it?"

A Soul Master from out of town stroked his chin, lowered his voice, and muttered to his companion beside him.

"Think about it, although Yu Xiaogang is known as Grandmaster, who doesn't know that his Martial Soul is flawed and he will never reach level 29?"

"With his strength, let alone assassinating His Holiness the Pope, he probably couldn't even harm a single hair on His Holiness's head, right?"

These words immediately resonated with many people around them.

"Yes, yes! I also find it strange! Rumor has it that His Holiness the Pope is already a Title Douluo- level powerhouse. Does Yu Xiaogang have some nerve to go and risk his life?"

"Could there be... some kind of misunderstanding?"

"Could it be that the Spirit Hall is really... slandering him?"

The eyes of the masses are not always discerning.

But they weren't complete fools either.

When something clearly violates the most basic common sense and logic, the seeds of doubt will inevitably take root and sprout.

Looking at the wind direction in the square, it seemed to be shifting towards Yu Xiaogang's side.

On the viewing platform.

Xue Ye's brows furrowed slightly.

It seems the Spirit Hall has gone a bit too far this time?

Using such a flimsy reason to convict is far too hasty.

However.

Despite being the one in charge of the incident, Bibi Dong maintained a calm and composed demeanor, as if everything was under her control.

She couldn't even be bothered to explain herself.

But those noble amethyst eyes glanced lightly in a certain direction behind them.

The next second.

Two figures, one on the left and one on the right, slowly rose from the elders' seats of the Spirit Hall.

A woman with a seductive figure, her hands forming delicate pinkies, and a effeminate smile on her face—it was none other than Chrysanthemum Douluo, Yue Guan.

The other person, with Gui Mei figure and a chilling aura emanating from him, was none other than Ghost Douluo, Gui Mei.

The Spirit Hall's "Public Relations Dream Team" is officially launched!

With graceful steps, Chrysanthemum Douluo arrived at the very front of the viewing platform. With a light tap of her orchid-like finger, her soft yet sharp voice instantly drowned out the noise of the entire arena.

"Everyone, quiet!"

His gaze swept across the entire room, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"Some people seem to doubt that our Spirit Hall would slander someone's innocence out of thin air?"

The sarcastic tone of his voice instantly silenced the crowd that had been buzzing with discussion.

Many people subconsciously lowered their heads, not daring to meet the gaze of this legendary Title Douluo.

Immediately afterwards.

Ghost Douluo's deep, hoarse voice, as if polished with sandpaper, rang out.

Cold, devoid of any emotion.

"It's a fact that Yu Xiaogang's strength is too weak to harm His Holiness the Pope."

The entire room fell silent.

No one expected that Ghost Douluo would admit to this on his own initiative.

Even Yu Xiaogang on the cross had a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

However, Ghost Douluo's next words sent chills down everyone's spines.

"But that doesn't mean..."

"He doesn't have the guts!"

"It doesn't mean he never harbored those heinous and treasonous thoughts!"

Ghost Douluo's voice suddenly rose, and his cold eyes, like two poisoned blades, were fixed on Yu Xiaogang!

"Being weak is not an excuse for him to do whatever he wants!"

"His malicious intentions are the root cause of his current predicament, which is why he is nailed to this pillar of shame!"

These words, like a morning bell and a evening drum, struck a deep chord in everyone's heart.

Among the crowd, the expressions on the faces of those who had just harbored doubts began to change once again.

"Hiss... What Ghost Douluo said seems... to make sense!"

"Yes! Attempted murder is still an attempt to kill! Even though he didn't succeed, he still had that thought, and that's a crime!"

"That's right! Weakness is not an excuse!"

Just then, Chrysanthemum Douluo's soft, feminine voice rang out again at just the right moment.

"Besides," Chrysanthemum Douluo chuckled, covering his mouth, his narrow phoenix eyes filled with undisguised contempt and disdain.

"Please think about this carefully, everyone."

"He, Yu Xiaogang, is just a piece of trash at level twenty-nine, not even worthy of being a guard at the Spirit Hall."

Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice suddenly became sharp and arrogant!

"Is it really necessary for us to go to such lengths and fabricate a lie to slander such a useless person?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's words were truly scathing.

His sarcastic and ironic "retreat as a strategy" completely revitalized the logic.

Yes!

The Spirit Hall is a powerful and influential organization with immense influence across the continent. Is it really necessary for them to go to such lengths to slander a mere level 29 trash?

Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut?

This is unreasonable!

Therefore, there is only one truth!

That means Yu Xiaogang really had the guts to do it!

In the square, the Soul Master who had just been doubtful now looked at Yu Xiaogang with disdain and anger once again.

"That's right! What kind of entity is the Spirit Hall? Why would they bother playing dirty tricks on such a small fry?"

"It seems this Grandmaster is truly a hypocrite!"

Public opinion has once again taken a complete 180-degree turn.

Just then...

A gentle, yet powerful voice came from the viewing platform.

"Cough cough."

Ning Fengzhi slowly stood up, looking like a compassionate and righteous figure.

His movement instantly drew everyone's attention.

Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

Ning Fengzhi bowed slightly to the audience, making a gesture of respect, before speaking with a pained expression.

"Gentlemen, to be honest..."

"On that day, when Yu Xiaogang, in his depravity, attempted to attack His Holiness the Pope..."

"Ning was also present."

He paused, a look of reluctance on his face, his voice heavy.

"Mr. Ning can testify!"

Boom!

Ning Fengzhi's simple four words were like a piece of ice thrown into boiling oil, causing an instant uproar in the entire venue!

This is now definitively confirmed!

On the viewing platform, Dai Tianfeng and Xue Ye stared wide-eyed.

Holy crap!

That old fox!

How could they react so quickly?! They beat them to it!

This is a perfect opportunity to show my loyalty in front of the gods!

Too slow! I was a step too slow!

The two of them jumped up from their seats almost simultaneously, as if afraid that if they were even a second slower, they wouldn't even get to drink the soup.

"I can prove it too!"

"I was there at the time!"

The two shouted it out almost in unison, and after shouting, they glared at each other fiercely, their eyes filled with the rage of "You fucking stole my lines."

Looking at Xue Ye's confident old face, Dai Tianfeng cursed inwardly.

You're proving nothing!

When I started beating Yu Xiaogang, you old bastard were still in the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace before you even set off!

What proof do you have? A clairvoyant?

You've really lost all sense of shame!

However, no matter how turbulent Dai Tianfeng's heart was, the hundreds of thousands of people in the square were unaware of these inside stories.

All they saw was that, following the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the emperors of the Star Luo Empire and Heaven Dou Empires also stepped forward at the same time!

He personally stepped in to testify against Yu Xiaogang!

What a sight!

How could this be fake?!