423: Chapter 423 The strong only care about interests; the weak are the ones who constantly talk about right and wrong.

As soon as Cang Songzi finished speaking, the dozen or so members of the Grand Elder council dispersed, faintly surrounding the people from the Hehuan Sect.

Although they didn't reveal their Magical Artifacts, the auras of those Saint Realm experts intertwined like an invisible giant net, making it hard to breathe.

The atmosphere outside the mountain gate instantly froze to the extreme.

The Taihu Clan Disciples, who had just been scared out of their wits—their Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering—by Xu Ruyu's blast that sent Mo Feng flying, now saw their Grand Elders appear and revived as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Some scrambled up from the ground, some squeezed forward despite clutching their wounds, and others began to clamor at the top of their lungs.

"The Grand Elders are here; let's see if that Xu Ruyu still dares to be so arrogant."

"An outsider dares to act wild on our Taihu Clan's territory? Grand Elder, kill him! Kill this thing that doesn't know the height of the heavens or the depth of the earth."

"Yes, kill him! Avenge Elder Mo Feng and vent this foul air for our Taihu Clan."

"And those trash from the Hehuan Sect, don't let a single one escape."

"Especially that Xiao Nianyin; if it weren't for her, Senior Brother Zhou and the others wouldn't have died."

The clamor rose wave after wave, becoming increasingly unpleasant.

Some started calling Xu Ruyu a "bastard," some called the Hehuan Sect an "evil path," and others pointed at Xiao Nianyin, calling her a "slut" and a "vixen," their words so malicious they were unbearable to hear.

Zhou Daniu trembled with rage, veins bulging on his forehead, his fists clenching until they cracked.

He suddenly turned around and roared at the clamoring Taihu Clan Disciples, "Bullshit!"

"Your Taihu Clan people abducted Sect Leader Xiao, tore her clothes, and tried to force themselves on her. Our Sect Master killed those beasts; what's wrong with that? You still have the Face to clamor here?"

Li Ergou also cursed, "Exactly. Your Taihu Clan did such despicable things and instead of being ashamed, you take pride in it? Do you have no shame?"

"You keep claiming to be a righteous sect, but what you do is worse than the evil path."

Zhao Tiezhu even rolled up his sleeves and said angrily, "Come on, come on! I'm not afraid of you."

"You people of the Taihu Clan are all beasts."

"Zhou Jingxing was a beast, and so are you."

"If you have the guts, come challenge me one-on-one. I'll take you down with one punch each."

Sun Xiaohua, Zhou Xiaolian, and several other female Disciples also had red eyes as they pointed at the Taihu Clan Disciples and cursed, "What did you say just now? You want us to stay? To build some Hehuan Tower? Are you even human? You've thrown away all the Face of your Taihu Clan."

A young male Disciple from the Hehuan Sect was so angry that tears came out, and he rasped, "When our Hehuan Sect was in trouble, it was your Taihu Clan that took the initiative to let us come."

"Saying it was for the sake of Lady Qingli's Face, saying you would protect us."

"And now? Our Sect Master killed the scum who bullied our former Sect Master, and you want to drive us away? Do you have any conscience left?"

Another Disciple also stood out, his voice hoarse but firm: "You keep saying our Sect Master killed your people, but why don't you say what those people did?"

"They abducted Sect Leader Xiao, tied her hands, gagged her, and tore her clothes."

"If our Sect Master hadn't arrived in time, Sect Leader Xiao would have been ruined by them. Shouldn't people like that be killed?"

"Right! Shouldn't they be killed? Are all you Taihu Clan people such beasts who can't distinguish right from wrong?"

"Although our Hehuan Sect was founded on the Hehuan Arts, we never force anyone."

"Your Taihu Clan keeps calling yourselves a righteous sect, but what your people do is worse than even us 'evil paths'."

The Hehuan Sect Disciples spoke one after another, becoming more excited and angry as they went on.

They had held it in for too long; since entering Tianyin Mountain, they had been bullied, ridiculed, and humiliated by these Taihu Clan Disciples.

Today, they could finally voice all the grievances and anger in their hearts.

However, Cang Songzi's Face grew increasingly unsightly.

He had lived for thousands of years, and as a Grand Elder of the Taihu Clan, his word was law. When had he ever been pointed at and cursed like this? Moreover, those cursing him were a group of outsiders who were like ants in his eyes.

"Enough!"

He shouted sharply, his voice like a thunderclap, making everyone's eardrums ache.

But the Hehuan Sect Disciples' eyes were already red with rage, and they couldn't stop.

Zhou Daniu even stiffened his neck and continued to curse, "It's not enough! Why is it enough? Your Taihu Clan is going too far! Our Sect Master—"

"Slap."

With a crisp sound, Zhou Daniu's words came to an abrupt halt.

Cang Songzi raised his hand and struck with a palm from a distance, an invisible force slamming hard against Zhou Daniu's Face.

Zhou Daniu was sent flying, flipping twice in the air before crashing heavily to the ground. Half of his Face instantly swelled up high, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and several teeth were loosened.

"Daniu!"

Li Ergou and Zhao Tiezhu cried out in alarm and rushed over to support him.

Zhou Daniu struggled to get up, his Face swollen like a pig's head, but he still glared stubbornly at Cang Songzi, his eyes full of defiance.

Cang Songzi didn't even look at him; his gaze passed over the crowd and landed on Xu Ruyu.

His voice was old and cold, carrying a kind of condescending arrogance: "Xu Ruyu, you are a Sect Master after all; you should know that in this world, the strong only care about interests, while only the weak talk about so-called right and wrong."

"Right and wrong? Those are things the weak use to comfort themselves."

"The strong only look at interests and positions."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the people of the Hehuan Sect, a cold sneer curling his lips: "Whether it's the matter with Mo Feng or your killing of Zhou Jingxing, there is no so-called right or wrong for us; there are only different positions between the two sides."

"You stand in the position of your Hehuan Sect and feel that my Taihu Clan is going too far."

"But if you were to stand in the position of my Taihu Clan—"

His voice suddenly turned cold: "An outsider steals the spotlight in my clan, completes my clan's transmission monument, cracks my clan's Forbidden Array, and even gains the recognition of my clan's sacred relic, the taihu tripod."

"Even our Clan Chief is willing to be his Dao Protector."

"While the Disciples of my Taihu Clan are suppressed by this outsider so much they can't lift their heads, and even an Elder of my clan was blasted into a heavy injury by him."

"Tell me, if you were in the position of my Taihu Clan, what would you do?"