"This..."
The High Priest stopped.
Though he did not want to admit it, he knew the other party was right.
If their ancestor had only wanted his descendants to receive the inheritance, there would have been no need to create the Sword Spirit Tower. Yet he had done so, which could only mean one thing—Great Emperor Lu Xi had foreseen all of this.
"Your heart cared only for power and status, not your clansmen. You violated the clan precepts and ruthlessly killed others... Taken together, your many crimes warrant death. Do you have any grievances?"
Seeing that he had fallen silent, the Second Priest spoke slowly.
"I... have no grievances!" The High Priest closed his eyes.
Boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly swelled. Before anyone could react, it exploded with a bang, vanishing before their eyes.
He had committed suicide!
"Alas!"
Seeing this, Nie Yun sighed.
Though he had wanted to kill the High Priest, he knew that this man still cared about the Sword Spirit Valley clansmen in his heart. His thinking had merely been too narrow.
With the High Priest dead by suicide, what followed became simple.
Under the Second Priest's control, his many accomplices and subordinates all received the punishment they deserved.
The Second Priest controlled eighty-five percent of Sword Spirit Valley's forces and became the new High Priest. His every word carried absolute authority, and no one dared object.
Nie Yun remained in Sword Spirit Valley for several more days. Seeing that his younger brother still showed no sign of movement, he knew that if he kept waiting, who knew how many years and months would pass. With a thought, he decided to leave.
His purpose in coming to Sword Spirit Valley had been to help his younger brother obtain Great Emperor