Chapter 842: No Need for Many Words

Author: Sanjiu YinyuWord count: 1378

The moment these words were spoken, everyone froze.

Outside the shattered black bowl, the confused onlookers suddenly understood!

"So it’s the Twilight Society... No wonder!"

"If it’s that group of madmen, then everything makes sense. They even dared to destroy the Ruoshui Realm and the Aurora Realm, so kidnapping prodigies to extort the Tianshu Realm is certainly their style!"

"Destroying two realms wasn’t enough; now they're targeting our Tianshu Realm?"

"They chose to strike specifically during the Realm Summit—how arrogant of them!"

"Arrest the Twilight Society!! Kill them!!"

"Let them know our Tianshu Realm is not to be trifled with!!"

"Avenge our compatriots from the Ruoshui Realm and the Aurora Realm!!!"

The moment the words "Twilight Society" were uttered, public sentiment in the Tianshu Realm erupted in fury.

Unlike the Aurora Realm, the Tianshu Realm didn't have such extreme environments; its population was considerable, and as the transportation hub of the nine realms, its residents were well-informed about external affairs.

The destruction of Ruoshui and Aurora, the heavy damage to the Hongchen Realm, and the defection of the Wuji Realm inevitably instilled fear in them. Even with their confidence in the Tianshu Realm, this fear couldn't be erased. Whenever they saw information about the "Five Great Realms" or the "Wuji Realm" in newspapers, this fear silently lingered in everyone's hearts.

But now, this fear had materialized; the "culprits" who annihilated the Aurora and Ruoshui Realms were right before their eyes!

Everyone was united like never before. They angrily denounced the Twilight Society, wishing them dead on the spot. Under the collective condemnation, a massive will, known as "Public Resentment," was rapidly coalescing!

"...This is trouble," Spade 9 murmured to himself from within the crowd.

Spade 9 knew well that in this situation, the Twilight Society members in the Old District were as good as dead. If they died, much of the fear and gloom lingering around the tens of millions of people in the remaining five great realms would vanish, significantly boosting the overall morale of humanity!

The five great realms would never allow them to leave.

Inside the Old District.

"Kidnapping prodigies, extorting realms???" Jian Changsheng's eyes widened. "Us?"

"It’s quite normal," Sun Bumei said calmly, his eyes behind the small round sunglasses seeming accustomed to such human nature. "Now that four of the nine realms are gone, the remaining realms desperately need to restore public confidence. What could boost morale more than personally slaying the 'culprits'?"

"But we killed Kongwang! If it weren't for us, none of these prodigies would have survived! We saved the future of humanity’s next generation!" Jian Changsheng gnashed his teeth.

"What we did doesn't matter... From the perspective of human interests, we are just tiny ants. Before the overwhelming tide, what does the innocence or death of a few fish and shrimp amount to?"

Jian Changsheng opened his mouth but found himself unable to retort.

The five realm representatives slowly descended. Simultaneously, five layers of Level 8 pressure cascaded down, crashing like mountains onto Chen Ling and the other two’s shoulders!

Boom—!!

Invisible airwaves rippled out from beneath their feet, and spiderweb cracks spread wildly across the ground.

Under this terrifying pressure, Chen Ling and his two companions, being only Level 4, had no power to resist. All they could do was exert all their strength to support their bodies, preventing themselves from being forced to their knees.

"A bunch of shameless bastards... making such a big show just to bully a few youngsters?" Plum Blossom 7’s face was extremely grim.

Just as the Twilight Society members were preparing to lash out and carve a bloody path for Chen Ling and the others, Chen Ling whispered softly, his voice reaching their ears:

"Seniors, there’s no need for that. We have our own way!"

Everyone paused, glanced in Chen Ling’s direction, and after a moment of hesitation, remained still.

Regarding Heart 6 Chen Ling, he was almost universally known within the Twilight Society. Everyone knew that despite his junior status, he was incredibly capable, so naturally, they believed him when he said he had a solution.

Chen Ling gazed coldly at the five realm representatives, his large red opera robe billowing wildly in the wind… His fingers slipped into his sleeve, clutching a flat cloth pouch.

Just then, a voice spoke up from the side:

"Five representatives, there might be a misunderstanding here."

Chen Ling turned to look, seeing the Young Sect Master, clad in a silver-cloud black robe, emerge from the crowd. The young man’s eyes were filled with seriousness.

"It wasn’t them who killed the prodigies and destroyed the Old District; it was Kongwang of the Ghost God Dao," the Young Sect Master said, his gaze softening as he looked at Chen Ling and his two companions. "If it weren’t for the three of them, we would probably have been captured by the Ghost God Dao... They are heroes who saved everyone."

Chen Ling and his two companions were startled, looking over with some surprise.

The expressions of the five realm representatives changed. They frowned at the Young Sect Master, seemingly not expecting someone to speak up for Chen Ling and his group at this moment.

"That’s right," Li Shengmen said, dusting himself off as he took a step forward. "Especially that rumored Chen Ling... If it weren't for him, a few of us would probably have been cut in half by now."

Pu Xiachan placed her hands on her hips and looked up, saying, "Although the Twilight Society is notorious, to be fair, we really owe them a lot this time."

The Assassin remained silent for a long time, then quietly raised a hand:

"I can also testify."

The expressions of the five realm representatives grew increasingly grim. After exchanging glances, they shook their heads helplessly.

The Tongtian Pagoda Master waved his hand. "These young prodigies have fought valiantly against the villains of the Twilight Society, earning great merit... Their current incoherent statements must be due to consecutive fierce battles, blurring their memories. Guards, take them to rest."

As his words fell, several staff members from the Tongtian Pagoda swiftly stepped forward, each restraining a young prodigy, and unceremoniously led them away.

The Young Sect Master and his three companions, having just endured 48 hours of struggle and being severely weakened from their battle with Kongwang, had no strength to resist these staff members. They felt their bodies being forcibly dragged away, and their eyes showed confusion!

"This..."

"What we’re saying is true!"

"Take your dirty hands off us! We just killed Kongwang and performed a great service! Is this how you treat us so roughly?!"

The Young Sect Master and the others struggled, still trying to explain on behalf of Chen Ling and his two companions. Pu Xiachan even got angry, scolding them as she was forcibly dragged away. But Li Shengmen seemed to understand something, and his gaze towards the five realm representatives immediately became complicated...

Seeing the four's reactions, the Tongtian Pagoda Master added,

"Once they recover, remember to take them to receive their Tongtian Star Rank... They are young heroes who resisted the Twilight Society, brave and resourceful. In the future, they will be the pillars of the various realms and the future of humanity’s destiny."

At these words, all four froze simultaneously. Even if they were slow to grasp things, they surely understood what this statement truly meant now...

Their forms were led away, gradually moving farther from the scene. Four gazes simultaneously fell upon the three figures standing silently amidst the ruins… The Young Sect Master and the others opened their mouths as if to say more, but nothing came out.

They knew very well that the moment the five great realms defined this event, the truth, and any explanation they could offer, ceased to matter...

The large red opera robe stood silently amidst the pressure.

Chen Ling could feel a series of guilty and complicated glances cast from behind him, gradually fading into the distance... Chen Ling remained calm; from beginning to end, he had not uttered a single word in his own defense.

Right and wrong, good and evil, justice and wickedness — these are known within one's own heart.

No more words were needed.