"Wretch! Do you know what you're doing?!"
Amid the agony of having his soul torn apart by ten thousand swords, Wang Qinghua's shattered body broke apart, and his Saint Soul fled. His eyes bulged as he glared down at Yue Changqing.
"If this old man hadn't been alive back then, you lot would have been wiped out long ago by those old bastards from Six-Celestial City!"
"If it weren't for this old man, how could your Three Sects have survived in this world?!"
Listening to his curses, Yue Changqing stared coldly at Wang Qinghua. As countless Great Dao edges pierced through him, his body shattered and his Saint Soul crumbled bit by bit. The hatred that had built up in Yue Changqing's eyes finally showed.
"You murdered your junior brother, who was also a Supreme Elder at the time. For your selfish desire for eternal life, you broke through the sect's fundamental Grand Formation and fled into the Ten Thousand Demons Grotto, leaving the sect in dire straits."
"Laughable. After failing to obtain immortality, you secretly fled back to the sect. Knowing your days were numbered and still wanting more, you even murdered the Sect Master and numerous elders to seize control of the sect, and gathered the sect's Secret Arts for yourself."
"You sealed away the inheritance and split the sect into Three Sects, making them refine the Ten Thousand Dragon Blood Pill from the Essence Blood of heavenly prodigies for you!"
"Wang Qinghua, even a thousand deaths wouldn't be enough to appease the ancestors of the Seeking Immortality Sect!"
Hatred like a blade filled Yue Changqing's eyes. With his comprehension of the Great Dao, his hatred solidified and slashed down upon Wang Qinghua's already shattered Saint Soul.
"Wretch! You wretch!"
Feeling his Saint Soul grow ever more shattered