Monarch Night

As for passing the blame, Zhao Wushang and the others were very enthusiastic.

Reporting to the family was unprecedentedly serious. Word by word, meticulously scrutinized, and after writing, they discussed it with each other.

They also knew how rare this opportunity was.

As long as this incident passed, even if someone raised doubts later, they could immediately refute: Wasn't your son killed by Hai Wuliang? You've already avenged, why are you looking for me?

Everyone was full of enthusiasm, notifying their families.

So, many families started passing the blame simultaneously, directing it at the only target—Hai Wuliang.

And the blame was so securely pinned that once it was thrown, it stuck tight.

Because Hai Wuliang indeed did it. He didn't even have a reason to defend himself.

Although his real target was to attack the Yixin Sect Branch rather than kill the family heirs of the Headquarters, this reason was no longer important.

Originally, those families, which had lost members before this, had resigned themselves, but human nature is such: accepting fate is one thing, but there's still a pent-up anger with nowhere to be released. After all, that was a son they had raised for over twenty years!

And at this moment, Hai Wuliang appeared!

So it was he who did the killing!

So, if not looking for trouble with him, then who else?

The other families, which had not lost anyone, also felt a crisis because the families with losses had formed a power, banded together, while they were still loosely scattered—without any losses, why should I get involved?

So they sensed a crisis because they knew that once those people had dealt with Hai Wuliang, they would certainly turn their guns to deal with them—the force was too powerful. If they didn't seize this opportunity, when everyone was united, to knock down those families with no losses, when would they wait?

So, during such times, for self-preservation, they could only join in to collectively deal with Hai Wuliang, with ample justification: My children are still over there, with someone like Hai Wuliang around, how can we be at ease?

Thus, the situation where all were united, the greatest power of all the Shi Families of the Weiwo Zheng Sect, was thereby formed.

A mountain-calling tsunami surged towards the Yemo Sect.

In an instant, a momentum was formed, sweeping everything before it.

...

Wiping out the Yemo Sect was Fang Che's most ideal plan.

But he never cherished this extravagant hope from the beginning.

Because he knew he was a bit unrealistic and certainly wouldn't succeed, at most letting the Yemo Sect suffer great damage.

And if the Yemo Sect suffered a great blow, Fang Che would feel it very worthwhile.

However, Fang Che did not expect Dongfang Sansan to start directly.

Moreover, Yin Shen Palace provided perfect cooperation.

At the crucial moment, they reported Hai Wuliang to the Headquarters—the news from the Headquarters over there, the credibility, you can imagine.

This matter would not succeed with just Fang Che's effort.

It would not succeed with just Yin Shen Palace's effort.

It would not succeed with just Dongfang Sansan's effort.

But with the three sides combined, one was a vast trend, one was a finishing touch, another was fanning the flames; with Sansan's cooperation, they ignited the hatred of all the Shi Families.

So, naturally, events progressed to this point.

Therefore, the master and disciple didn't discuss anything at all, and with such tacit understanding, they drove Hai Wuliang to a dead end; and Dongfang Sansan added fuel to the fire, turning a dead end into a death trap.

At this point, even if Hai Wuliang were an immortal, there was no longer any turning back!

Because, the great situation was already formed!

...

At this moment, seeing Hai Wuliang sending a message, Yin Shen Palace felt a sense of pleasure, but also a somewhat inevitable gloom.

Sighing, he said, "Sect Leader Hai, do you have any advice?"

Hai Wuliang, gritting his teeth, sent the message, "Where are you? I'm coming to find you."

Yin Shen Palace snorted, Hai Wuliang, realizing he was at the end of his road, wanted to find him for a desperate fight? To perish together?

This won't happen, you are done for, what kind of life-and-death battle can I, an esteemed sect leader, fight with you?

Yin Shen Palace lightly said, "Where am I, heh, I'm at the Headquarters with Vice Sect Master Yan, do you want to come?"

"Screw your Headquarters! Where are you?"

Hai Wuliang was out of his mind; his only outlet was Yin Shen Palace.

Because he was very certain that it was Yin Shen Palace's schemes.

After all, the two had just been in contact, and the Headquarters clearly stated: the report by Yin Shen Palace triggered this matter.

All my efforts for so many years, damn, ruined by your hands, and yet you, Yin Shen Palace, can still live as if nothing happened, continuing with high status and power?

Hai Wuliang was filled with boundless hatred; even if I die, I want to take Yin Shen Palace down with me.

"What is it, Yin Shen Palace, you have the guts to do things, but no guts to come out?"

Yin Shen Palace calmly said, "Do you think you are still the Yemo Sect Leader? You, a dog with no home, what qualifications do you have now to meet me?"

"Yin Shen Palace, just you wait!"

Hai Wuliang, full of hatred, said, "I'm finished, but you won't have it any better! Yin Shen Palace, damn you, I'll curse your ancestors eighteen generations... you damn despicable butcher, heaven-damned scoundrel!"

Yin Shen Palace chuckled, indifferent to Hai Wuliang's curses, and simply replied with two words before deleting Hai Wuliang.

"Loser!"

The current Hai Wuliang had no value worth his attention anymore.

A dead man, why keep him in his contacts? Seeing it daily as if being in contact with the dead was too ominous.

"But this matter… is indeed somewhat striking."

Yin Shen Palace was truly a little startled.

He was afraid.

Then Yin Shen Palace began to review, step by step deducing Fang Che's plan, and the more he deduced, the more he felt it was a well-calculated scheme. The more he deduced, the more terrified he became.