Qi Shuming fired three questions in succession, each louder than the last. His beard and hair bristled; he was clearly furious to the extreme.
"Ha! What did you do wrong?! You did far too much wrong!"
Deng Yin had clearly waited far too long for an opportunity like this to confront the Emei Sect Leader, and he was quite agitated.
"Do you think that sect rule was established for nothing?! Do you think that by sealing Purple Ying and me in separate places, beneath mountain and sea, subjecting us separately to the torments of water and fire, Longbrow could sever our connection?! Do you think that erasing the aura I left on Purple Ying could prevent me from calling to the sword?! Do you think that refining Purple Ying with another person's blood could make the sword betray me?!
"What a joke!
"You underestimated me, and you underestimated Purple Ying!"
As Deng Yin finished, the Violet Ying Sword hovering beside him immediately rang out, transforming into a purple rainbow that circled him amid peals of dragon cries. Qi Shuming's expression turned utterly grim.
But although that was what the sect rule said, could the Patriarch who established it ever have foreseen that, among his later disciples, a Fifth Realm Vice Sect Master with terrifying talent for cultivation would fall into demonhood with his sword?! And that sword was none other than the sect's supreme treasure, the Violet Ying Sword! In such circumstances, were they supposed to let the Immortal Sword accompany a Demon Fiend to the grave?!
What had he and his Master done wrong?!
But Deng Yin was not finished. Before Qi Shuming could argue back, he continued.
"Even if I willingly relinquished Purple Ying, what made you think the sword would accept Yingqiong as its master? Even if