Yuh Yuzhen's words were perfectly clear. If the Ancient Spirit Sect refused to kill Ye Wushuang to quell the crowd's fury, then they would take an eye for an eye and slaughter the Sect's disciples.
If it truly came to blows, the Ancient Spirit Sect alone would be unable to withstand an assault from several factions combined. The Sect had to weigh its options carefully.
In short, a reckoning was due today!
If the Sect refused to kill him, then the factions would—and they would slaughter every last disciple of the Ancient Spirit Sect.
But if they did kill him, Ye Wushuang would die, and the Ancient Spirit Sect would be reviled for being cowardly and weak, a disgrace to their own Sect.
From that day forward, they would likely become a laughingstock.
How could Dii Qingxue, Mo Wentian, Yunn Xiao, and Yee Qianmo not understand this? The expressions of all four grew grim.
