"Damn it, then he must be in league with Longevity Daoist," someone said angrily.
"Let's fight our way back. This time, we must wipe out the Blood God Sect and kill that bastard Wen Zhaozhen."
"We can definitely get more information about Longevity Daoist from him. Given his standing, he must rank far above Xu Zhiru."
The more they spoke, the more agitated they became, wishing they could fly back to the Blood God Sect right then and tear Wen Zhaozhen into ten thousand pieces.
Seeing their righteous indignation, Xuan Yuanjun said nothing more.
They gradually calmed down on their own, for they had all noticed that Xuan Yuanjun had remained silent throughout. That was clearly somewhat unusual.
"You still have something to say, don't you?" Demon God asked Xuan Yuanjun.
"Of course I do." Xuan Yuanjun shook his head and sighed. "To my mind, everyone's reaction just now more or less illustrates the situation."
Demon God thought it over, then said gravely, "So you now think there's nothing wrong with that fellow Wen Zhaozhen?"
"The news Ao Yuan brought seems unfavorable to Wen Zhaozhen, as though all these matters point to him, but I think that instead makes it unlikely to be him. As for your feeling that Wen Zhaozhen is hiding things from us, isn't that perfectly normal? Who doesn't have a few secrets? You must have some yourselves," Xuan Yuanjun said.
"A frame-up?" Demon God asked again. "Is this what you meant by throwing us off the scent?"
Everyone present felt somewhat embarrassed.
Didn't that mean they had fallen for Longevity Daoist's trick again just now?
When all their anger was directed at Blood God, no one would pay attention to the real Longevity Daoist.
By the time they came to their senses after slaughtering one