Now, each and every one of these incidents had been laid bare before everyone present. If word of them spread, it would undoubtedly spell catastrophe for the Vast Righteousness Sect. So it was not just those inside the Secret Realm-even the sect's cultivators outside probably had no desire to see them emerge alive.
If the outside world learned what they had done, who would bother distinguishing the innocent from the guilty?
Tug one hair and the whole body moved. The world would only see every disciple of the Vast Righteousness Sect as rotten, without caring whether they had known the full story.
They had been bound together from the start, all accomplices aiding a tyrant in his atrocities.
Especially the sects whose Spirit Transformation Stage cultivators had died in the Secret Realm-the greater their gratitude toward the Vast Righteousness Sect had been then, the fiercer their backlash would be once they learned the truth.
Forget being the foremost sect under heaven. If the Vast Righteousness Sect was not branded part of the demonic heretical path outright, that alone would be a testament to its elders' careful stewardship. But restoring its former glory would undoubtedly be a pipe dream.
Every consideration pointed to the same conclusion: they could not let these personal disciples leave alive, even if they had to pay a price...
Yet however rosy their plans, reality had buried those delusions completely.
Ming Shan could not beat Su Jiu-or rather, he could not outplay her in psychological warfare. As for Scarface, he simply lacked the strength. Otherwise, he would never have spent so long locked in a stalemate with Xia Jue.
By now, how could Scarface fail to see it? If someone who could seal his meridians with a single move truly wanted to deal with him, he would