Bang!
Duan Yingnian, the Vermilion Bird Hall Master who was kneeling within the Longevity Sect Main Temple's Hall of Law, suddenly curled up like a shrimp before being sent flying backwards as if kicked away, shooting out of the hall like a meteor.
Just as he flew out of the hall's entrance, a mysterious force abruptly stopped his backward momentum and he plummeted down violently.
Phut!
Mouthful after mouthful of fresh blood uncontrollably sprayed from Duan Yingnian's mouth, rendering the eight Divine Generals standing by utterly speechless with dread.
"Imbecile, to actually use the Demon Cloud Fruit to frame someone! Even if you just spread the rumor that Yang Zhengxi had an income equal to a year's worth from the Xining Subdivision, it would have been enough to kill that kid Ye Zhen several times over! Yet you chose to use the Demon Cloud Fruit, and the ridiculous part is, you got it right!"
