As Ye Long’s rage surged forth, the tens of thousands of troops disintegrated on the spot. They scattered in every direction, looking as though they had been frightened out of their wits. They had only been following orders, blindly distinguishing neither right nor wrong; as long as they achieved their goal, they never cared whether they used unscrupulous means. Little did they know that they would pay a heavy price for it. Their Dao hearts were shattered, and they would live the rest of their lives under Ye Long’s shadow.
Under the weight of his furious rebukes, which struck at the dirty guilt hidden within each of them, they could not hide their livid expressions. They had always been the ones to decide the lives and deaths of others—when had they ever been treated the same way? Their coddled temperaments made them feel as though they were the masters of the world. Yet, when this bitter fruit finally arrived, their thoughts were identical: they all branded Ye Long a demon.
"What right do you lot have to judge me? When a tragedy like this occurs, can you really say it takes only one hand to clap?" Ye Long burst into wild laughter.
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