Published: March 4, 2025
CHAPTER 90: Purge of the Butian Pavilion
“Wait!” Meng Youde shouted loudly, “Are you really going to believe this little pretty boy's nonsense? For such a newcomer, are you really going to turn against your brothers who have worked hard?”
“Meng Youde, if you are not a spy, then why are you afraid? Regardless of the situation, you should be able to clear your name,” Chu Yang said coldly.
Meng Youde was taken aback, then suddenly burst into laughter, saying, “Since Tie Butian has chosen to empower such a pretty boy, where is there still a place for us? I disdain to argue further, I shall take my leave!”
Suddenly, his body shot backward toward the window like a meteor.
However, someone was faster than him, and with a flicker, they stood at the window—Deputy Pavilion Master Chen Yutong. With a loud bang, the two clashed palms. Chen Yutong’s body shook violently, his face turned pale, and he suddenly shouted in fury, “You are clearly at the martial sect level! Why have you been pretending to be a martial master all this time?”
He had always regarded the other as a martial master, using only thirty percent of his strength in that palm strike; he did not expect the opponent's power to surge like a tidal wave, leaving him no time to channel his true energy, nearly suffering a great loss.
With this remark, the atmosphere, which Meng Youde had somewhat stirred up, suddenly turned serious.
Just this concealment of strength was already very suspicious.
Meng Youde landed on the ground, staggered briefly, then suddenly gave a bitter laugh, saying, “Enough, enough! Since you all don’t believe me, then even if I die, it will be an end to it! If I cannot trust my own brothers, what else in this world is worth my attachment?”
As he spoke, he raised his palm and aimed it at the crown of his head, ready to strike down heavily. His face reflected a sense of despair.
“Meng brother, wait!” A burly man beside him suddenly stepped forward, reaching out to grab his wrist, urgently saying, “There will always be a day when the truth is revealed. The innocent will clear their name, so why take your life lightly?”
Before he finished speaking, Meng Youde flipped his wrist, the hand that was meant to strike his head suddenly grabbed the burly man’s wrist, and with a swift movement, a gleaming long sword appeared at the man’s neck with a clang.
“Let me leave!” Meng Youde grinned wickedly, “Otherwise, I’ll take someone down with me when I die!”
“Better to kill than to stay and explain. If you are not a spy, what are you?” Chu Yang watched him from a distance, his tone eerie and rhythmic, as if carrying a mystical cadence, “Meng Youde, although you are a spy, I must admire the Great Zhao for choosing such hardened spies. Where did they find you tough bones?”
Meng Youde sneered, holding the blade, his gaze flickering as he slowly moved toward the door, unconsciously replying, “Under Lord Diwu, where are there men who fear death?”
As soon as he spoke, his expression suddenly changed dramatically!
In the great hall, everyone let out an angry hum at the same time!
This statement confirmed his own identity!
“Indeed a spy!” Cheng Ziang was so furious he nearly spat blood, a feeling of utter humiliation surged within him, and in that moment, he almost wanted to take his own life to atone!
However, Chen Yutong looked at Chu Yang with surprise. This Meng Youde was resolute, still struggling for survival in such a dire situation, clearly a vicious criminal. Typically, such a person would be tight-lipped, so why did he reveal this flaw at Chu Yang’s remark?
Chu Yang's face was indifferent, but inside he was mocking. The words he just spoke were a mix of the Nether Spirit Grand Technique, utilizing all his mental strength to deliver it forcefully.
Moreover, at such a critical moment, with Meng Youde's nerves at their tightest; suddenly posing a question laden with a strong hypnotic suggestion, Meng Youde's mind was still focused on the surroundings, leaving no time to guard against Chu Yang's mental attack. Naturally, he let slip the words in his heart.