Three Hundred Martial Saints Emerge from Kunlun

Ye Xing hurriedly resisted, trying to pull the cloth out of his mouth.

However, his limbs were already tightly bound.

No matter how he struggled, it was to no avail.

"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!"

He could only let out helpless muffled grunts and struggle with all his might.

He felt his tongue and the inside of his mouth gradually going numb.

Eventually, his tongue, the inner lining of his cheeks, and even his gums dissolved into a pool of bloody pus.

The family head felt the time was about right.

He immediately said,

"Why is there so much blood on this cloth?"

"The damn traitor, is he trying to commit suicide by taking poison?"

A member of the Martial Arts Association hurriedly yanked the cloth from Ye Xing's mouth.

Ye Xing instantly spat out a large mouthful of bloody water.

The Martial Arts Association member pinched Ye Xing's mouth open, frowned, and said,

"This kid really wanted to commit suicide to escape punishment!"

"The poison has completely dissolved his tongue."

"Fortunately, we found out early, otherwise it would have been a lot of trouble!"

"You treacherous dog, it's not that easy to die."

The man took out a previously prepared healing pill and stuffed it into Ye Xing's mouth.

To prevent the injuries from being too severe and taking his life.

Right now, Ye Xing still had a great use.

He was going to face a severe trial in front of all the people of Great Xia.

To appease the public's anger.

At this moment, Ye Xing's face was covered in tears, his eyes filled with terror.

Everything had happened too suddenly.

He had absolutely no psychological preparation.

Just a moment ago, he was still imagining a bright future.

In the blink of an eye, the future had turned into doomsday.

Ye Xing couldn't help but think of the scene when he had followed orders to frame Chen Feng.

He just hadn't expected karma to come so quickly.

However, his heart was filled with unwillingness.

But alas, his tongue was gone, and even his vocal cords had been burned and destroyed by the potion.

He didn't even have the ability to cry out his grievances.

So many people had a part in framing Chen Feng.

Why should he be the only one to take the blame?

However, not long after arriving at the prison, Ye Xing obediently accepted his fate.

His wife came to him, hurriedly said a couple of sentences, and then turned to leave.

"For the sake of our child, I hope you won't do anything stupid."

"As long as you follow the family's arrangements, they will compensate our child."

This wife, whom the family had arranged for a marriage of convenience, couldn't even be bothered to take another look at him after speaking.

Ye Xing squatted blankly in the solitary confinement cell, his heart utterly despairing.

After a long time, he gradually accepted reality.

Resistance was definitely useless.

He knew very well just how powerful the Ye family was.

He might as well completely accept his fate and make a small contribution to his bloodline descendants.

The next day, the public trial began.

Ye Xing, like a walking corpse, confessed to all the charges.

"As expected of my good grandson."

Ye Wujiang was very satisfied with this grandson.

Now, the public's anger had completely shifted onto Ye Xing.

Many spectators had also rushed to the scene of the press conference.

A wave of curses echoed through the scene.

Someone even threw a shoe at Ye Xing's head.

"You treacherous dog! Your whole family will die a horrible death!"

"My relatives in my hometown all died in the flood caused by the flood dragon crossing the river."

"You damn piece of trash! I curse your entire family to die out!"

...

The man cursed while crying.

The security personnel next to him desperately held him back to prevent him from rushing in.

This man's emotionally broken insults made Ye Wujiang's face stiffen; he felt offended.

He glanced at the person who threw the shoe, his expression looking a bit unpleasant.

However, facing the cameras, it wasn't good for him to show it.

At this moment, the audience at the scene looked at this victim's family member with sympathetic eyes.

Meanwhile, the live broadcast was being streamed on multiple platforms worldwide.

Many people had already started arguing online.

"The flood dragon crossing the river killed so many people."

"Dozens of cities along the way were flooded."

"The Great Xia hero must be blind to have taken in such a scum as a disciple."

"It's a pity that there's still no news of the Great Xia hero to this day."

"On the day of the thunderstorm, someone saw the Great Xia hero rushing into the Kunlun Mountains, and he still hasn't come out."

"I knew Great Xia would face retribution. Are you regretting it now!"

"You damn foreign devils, wasn't the war started by you?!"

"We were also forced by the Martial Saints who immigrated from your Great Xia!"

...

Ultimately, in front of the live audience, reporters, and all the viewers watching the live news broadcast.

Ye Xing pleaded guilty to all the charges.

Ye Wujiang personally delivered the final verdict.

"The verdict is as follows. The defendant, Ye Xing, framed Chen Feng."

"This constitutes the crime of infringing upon the reputation and honor of a Great Xia hero."

"He is sentenced to five years in prison!"

"His rumors triggered a continuous war, resulting in the successful transformation of a flood snake into a dragon, which caused a massive flood disaster."

"This constitutes the crime of causing a flood!"

"He is sentenced to death!"

"The execution will be carried out immediately!"

Hearing his sentence.

Ye Xing's eyes widened in shock, and he fell to his knees on the spot in utter despair.

He didn't expect the family to be so ruthless as to kill him in such a manner.

Once these charges were confirmed, he would become a sinner condemned through the ages.

He might be cursed for thousands of years.

Meanwhile, the studio arranged by Ye Wujiang immediately bought trending search spots and published news articles.

The studio published articles themselves and then arranged for their own internet water army accounts to leave comments.

From beginning to end, they praised Ye Wujiang as fair and selfless, a man who placed righteousness above family loyalty, and the most upright and unyielding president of the Martial Arts Association.

Ye Wujiang's show was not over yet.

His assistant hurriedly came up behind him.

And whispered,

"President, something terrible has happened!"

Ye Wujiang's eyelids twitched.

He wished he could slap this assistant to death.

Every time at a critical moment.

He would come and cause trouble.

It was the same last time, when he had the three continents sign the surrender agreement.

Something terrible suddenly happened at the critical moment.

Causing him to leave the stage with regrets.

Today was his glorious moment of placing righteousness above family loyalty and displaying his selflessness.

Why the fuck did something happen again?

Couldn't it wait a few more minutes to happen?

The assistant whispered,

"The ancestor of the Dugu family, Dugu Sword Demon, has sent back news."

"The Kunlun Mountains have completely opened up."

"Over three hundred Martial Saints have emerged from the mountains and are heading straight for Great Xia."

At this moment, Ye Wujiang couldn't care less about the reporters or the live broadcast.

He turned around in shock, stared at the assistant, and asked,

"What did you say?"

"How many Martial Saints?"

"Three, or over thirty?"

The assistant looked at the wide-eyed Ye Wujiang and tremblingly repeated it.

"It's over three hundred."

Three hundred?

Over three hundred?!

Ye Wujiang felt his mind go completely blank.

A single sentence kept repeating in his heart.

"How is that possible?"

"How could that be possible?"

...

Seeing the President suddenly lose his composure, the Vice President standing nearby hurriedly stepped forward and asked,

"President, what's wrong?"

"We are at a press conference, you..."

Before the Vice President could finish speaking.

Ye Wujiang snapped back to his senses and immediately said to the Vice President,

"I'll leave things here to you."

"I have to go handle some important matters."

The Vice President was surprised.

"At such a critical moment for building his image, the President just leaves just like that."

"He truly is a good president who is indifferent to fame and fortune."

Kunlun City.

Over three hundred Martial Saints of the ancient clans, leading thousands of men, women, and children of the ancient clans, arrived at the border of the Kunlun Mountains.