“Demonic cultivator, you’ve slaughtered loyal and righteous people. Today, I’ll uphold justice on Heaven’s behalf.”
So declared a young swordsman from the righteous path.
Ye Ze fell silent.
“Fiend, five hundred years ago you abducted our sect’s holy maiden. I’ve come to demand an explanation.”
So declared a sect master.
Ye Ze fell silent.
“Demon, you killed my brother. I’ve come to avenge him.”
So declared a powerful swordsman.
Ye Ze let out a quiet sigh and revealed his aura of merit.
Golden flowers fell from the heavens, golden lotuses sprang from the earth, and purple qi stretched thirty thousand miles eastward.
A golden wheel of merit appeared behind his head, and golden light of merit enveloped his body.
“Everyone, you’ve got the wrong person.”
Everyone fell silent.
