Chapter 899: I Am The Victim
With these words, Yang Haoran directly slapped two major accusations onto the Jingling Continent Demon Hunter Association branch, adding another serious charge on top of the one already implied.
One accusation was that the Jingling Continent Demon Hunter Association branch had already positioned itself as an enemy of their Underworld Office. The other accusation was that the Jingling Continent Demon Hunter Association branch had betrayed the Demon Hunter Association, seeking to establish its own independent faction.
As soon as these two massive accusations were pinned on them, both Demon Hunters panicked. Neither of these charges alone was something their Jingling Continent Demon Hunter Association branch could bear; having both levied at once would directly crush them.
"You country bumpkin, you're spouting absolute nonsense! When did our Jingling Continent Demon Hunter Association branch ever declare war on your Underworld Office? And when did we ever leave the main association? Stop slandering us!"
The woman was seething with rage, but Yang Haoran completely ignored her, treating her as if she were thin air. He simply looked at the man with a faint smile, knowing that the man surpassed the woman in both status and strength.
"My friend from the Underworld Office, some words shouldn't be spoken carelessly. If this matter escalates, it won't benefit anyone."
The man said in a low voice. Although his expression was considerably uglier than before, his imposing aura was noticeably weaker than it had been.
"Heh heh, for such a grave matter, how could I possibly speak carelessly? Just now, someone from your Jingling Continent Demon Hunter Association branch inexplicably attacked me and tried to hack me to death with a sword. If I hadn't possessed some skill, I'd be a pile of mangled flesh by now. I'm not making this up; all these eyes present clearly saw it. And you also heard it just now—someone indeed threatened to kill me."
"What kind of dogshit logic is that? ! What does my desire to kill you have to do with your Underworld Office? ! And what does it have to do with our Demon Hunter Association? !"
The woman was beyond furious, roaring loudly at Yang Haoran.
CRACK! ! !
A loud slap landed squarely on the woman's face. The enraged woman was stunned by the blow, and her furious shouts abruptly ceased.
The one who struck was not Yang Haoran, but the man, also a Demon Hunter. Although he hadn't used his Star Spirit Power for that slap, his hand wasn't light at all. Not only did it leave finger marks on the woman's snow-white cheek, but the struck area quickly swelled and reddened.
"Say one more word, and don't blame me for being impolite!"
The man gnashed his teeth as he spoke, his tone revealing a potent surge of killing intent.
The woman was deeply resentful, but seeing how angry the man was at that moment, even though she was unconvinced and furious, she could only lower her head and forcibly endure it.
Because she understood the man's temperament, if she didn't shut up now, or if she talked back to him, her fate would be quite miserable.
She wasn't the kind of person who was purely haughty and arrogant; her disregard for others wasn't universal. She only looked down on those whose status, position, and strength were inferior to hers. If someone surpassed her in status, position, and strength, she wouldn't dare to act presumptuously.
"Friend, I retract my previous statements. The two of us cannot represent the Jingling Continent branch in all matters, so those two things you mentioned are non-existent. As for whether Yi Jiao made a killing move against you, I still need to clarify the matter; I cannot simply believe your one-sided account."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man, without waiting for Yang Haoran's reply, tore through space and forcibly took the immobilized woman away from the area.
He left so decisively because he didn't want to get entangled with Yang Haoran any further. If he continued to be entangled, he didn't know what other accusations Yang Haoran would throw his way, and by then, it would be difficult for him to explain himself clearly.
That's why he decided to temporarily take the woman away, ascertain the full story, and then make his next move, to avoid being as passive as he was now.
As the man tore through space, Old Master Wu had intended to intervene and stop him. It was unacceptable for the other party to leave as if nothing had happened without providing an explanation.
However, Yang Haoran smiled and waved his hand, stopping him and signaling that he didn't need to concern himself with the two.
Since Yang Haoran had given the signal, Old Master Wu naturally wouldn't go against his wishes, allowing the two Demon Hunters to leave the Administrative Courtyard.
Even Yang Haoran, the supposed victim, didn't stop the two Demon Hunters from leaving, so the other people present naturally wouldn't interfere either. Besides, not everyone there had a good relationship with Yang Haoran; it wasn't worth offending the Demon Hunter Association for his sake.
As for why Yang Haoran let the two of them go, he naturally had his own considerations.
Yang Haoran's appearance was a surprise to everyone present. None of them had expected him to show up here at this very moment, and they certainly hadn't imagined he would engage in a fight with a Two-star Demon Hunter, beating the opponent until blood splattered across the floor.
"Ah, Emissary Yang, the other party was merely a woman. Why did you have to be so heavy-handed?"
After the two left, a woman fixed her gaze on Yang Haoran. She first let out a soft sigh before speaking to him thus.
Upon hearing this, Yang Haoran turned his gaze to the woman.
The woman was dressed in a long white gown, so pure and untainted that it was like a white lotus emerging clean and spotless from the mud.
The white gown perfectly accentuated the woman's curvaceous figure, but one unfortunate detail was that her face was veiled, making it impossible to discern her features.
Although he couldn't see her face clearly, Yang Haoran recognized her attire and had a certain impression of her voice, allowing him to identify her at a glance.
The first time he had seen this woman, he didn't know her name. It was only afterward, when he had Old Master Wu retrieve her information, that he gained a deeper understanding of her.
This woman was named Qin Jie, the head of the Saint Mother Cult in Lecheng. At the very beginning of the world's chaos, Yang Haoran had had one encounter with her, but that encounter had left him somewhat speechless.
That Qin Jie would appear here today naturally meant she was representing the Lecheng Saint Mother Cult. Hearing her words, Yang Haoran immediately responded with a smile.
"Heh heh, Saint Qin, those words are a bit too biased towards that beauty just now. She was trying to kill me, am I not even allowed to retaliate? Don't side with her just because you two are both beauties. You know, we're both from Lecheng, we're fellow townsfolk! It's a bit unfair for you to speak up for the other party when you know I'm the victim, isn't it?"
When speaking of himself as the victim, Yang Haoran's expression was utterly natural, not a hint of shame, as if it were truly the case. He was no longer a fresh-faced novice when it came to such matters; he was a seasoned actor by now, certainly capable of this level of performance.
Not only did Yang Haoran claim to be the victim, but he even tried to establish a connection with Qin Jie as fellow townsfolk. However, his words were merely polite pleasantries; he wasn't genuinely trying to forge any real relationship with her.
"In the eyes of us Saints, all sentient beings are equal. Therefore, we will not side with any party due to certain relationships or special reasons; we only act according to the doctrines of our Holy Cult. Although that female Demon Hunter just now intended to kill you, she lacked the ability to do so, and Emissary Yang, you must surely be aware of this. Since you knew she couldn't threaten your life, why did you have to be so heavy-handed? A slight lesson would have sufficed. After all, everyone makes mistakes at times; to forgive others is to forgive oneself."
Yang Haoran found this Saint of the Saint Mother Cult somewhat troublesome, especially their Saint Mother Cult's doctrines, which he found particularly hard to accept.
"My hand was already light enough. If I had used my usual strength, what you would have seen upon coming out wouldn't have been a living person, but a corpse."
Having spoken, Yang Haoran shifted his gaze away from Qin Jie. He had no desire to get entangled with her any further. Different paths, no common ground for counsel. Continuing to discuss this issue with Qin Jie would not only yield no results whatsoever but would also waste his time. He certainly didn't want to squander his precious time on Qin Jie.
Qin Jie understood Yang Haoran's thoughts, so she didn't pick up the conversation. Instead, she let out another soft sigh and gently shook her head.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I truly apologize for just now, for disturbing your important discussions. I offer my apologies here first, and hope you will not take offense."
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