Since the other party likes to pin blame, Ning Fan doesn't mind giving him an even bigger blame.
As Ning Fan's words fell, those present from each sect subconsciously looked over.
Meng Wenshan immediately chuckled, "Interesting... interesting! One's appearance is born from one's heart, how interesting."
Noticing the strange looks from others, Yin Tianxing was so enraged that he almost coughed up blood, "How dare you smear my reputation. You brat, prepare to meet your end."
As he finished speaking, black mist swirled around Yin Tianxing, accompanied by gusts of eerie wind, with faint sounds of ghostly wails and spirits howling.
"Stop it. He is my friend."
Chen Min scoffed coldly, unable to conceal the fierce glint in her eyes, and charged straight at Yin Tianxing.
Yin Tianxing's expression changed several times, finally settling into a cold hum.
If Hai Ya were here, Yin Tianxing might still stubbornly hold his ground.
