"Slander! You greenhorn brat, resorting to every filthy trick in the book! Damn you!" Shen Kuang's face was black as ink. Scattered across the ground before him were the torn scraps of Justice Weekly.
Xin Shang, Ge Feiyun, Zhao Tulong, and Pei Yanzong looked no better. Having cultivated for hundreds of years, they had thought nothing could shake their resolve anymore.
The so-called Qian City Cup had only warranted a laugh and a curse about capering clowns.
But this time, Justice Weekly had dumped a whole basin of filth over their heads, and they genuinely struggled to fend it off.
The Seven Righteous Sects had branded them evil cultivators, but that was only because of their cultivation methods. It did not mean they were twisted perverts!
When immortals clashed, who started by spreading rumors among ordinary people?
This was fucking throwing the entire playbook out the window!
Fine!
As lofty sect masters of the Evil Sect, they could disregard what the common folk thought of them.
But even they could not stand the occasional looks their disciples cast their way, or the whispers behind their backs!
Had the stories been true, that would have been one thing, but these were all completely unfounded rumors.
Going out of their way to deny them would only make it look as though they were trying to cover something up.
Were they supposed to throw away all their dignity?
"Brother Shen, were you really once called Shen Sishui?" Xin Shang flipped through the copy of Justice Weekly in his hands, his expression somewhat peculiar.
"Would you like to have a bout with me first, Brother Xin?" Shen Kuang swept Xin Shang with an icy gaze, took a deep breath, and said, "I have been called Shen Kuang since I joined the sect. And