(Second update)
Looking at the black coffin in the center of the hall, custom-made for Huyan Zhen, the city lord raised a hand to wipe the bead-sized sweat from his forehead. With his keen instincts honed over many years in officialdom, he had already sensed that something was terribly wrong. His lips trembled as he stammered:
"Third Elder, is there some misunderstanding?"
"There is no misunderstanding!"
Huyan Zhen cut off the city lord before he could continue. His gaze locked onto the Third Elder of the Elephant Armor Sect—or rather, the young man standing behind him. His eyes, as large as bronze bells, resembled those of a mountain tiger spotting jackals invading its territory. An oppressive majesty radiated from him as his imposing aura steadily rose. Gritting his teeth, he said:
"Yang Ming, I hadn't even come looking for you, yet you dared come to my sect and make trouble. It seems you don't want to live anymore!"
As Huyan Zhen spoke, the students from Elephant Armor Academy who had come with him all sprang to their feet and stood behind him, glaring furiously at Yang Ming.
After all, this was Elephant Armor Sect territory. Yang Ming delivering a coffin to Huyan Zhen was practically a vicious slap across Huyan Zhen's face in front of everyone.
Although Douluo Continent did not have the notion that a servant must die for an insult to his master, if their sect master was humiliated and they disciples failed to take a stand, they would have to worry about being punished afterward. Naturally, they shared Huyan Zhen's hatred.
Yet strangely, apart from these Elephant Armor Academy students, the other Elephant Armor Sect disciples present, including several guest elders and elders of the sect—especially the First Elder, Second Elder, and Third Elder, the three Spirit