Kong Xing shouted at the watching cultivators, his face threatening.
"You dare to form a secret society and plot rebellion? You're really bold, aren't you?" Kong Xing sneered. "In past years, eight out of ten cultivators who sneaked in formed societies. If matters didn't escalate, I'd be too lazy to bother. However... after today, since we're making an example of someone to warn others, we naturally have to make a significant impact..."
"You few, get out of Dinghefeng and no longer be part of it!" he said loudly. The events of today were a plan he and Xu Xing had conspired to orchestrate, framing Zheng Yang to give Xu Xing a suitable excuse to leave Dinghefeng.
"Ding Yi, Yao Dang, Han Hai..." Kong Xing forcefully swung his steel whip, lashing the ground. "You lot, leave Dinghefeng immediately and don't step foot in Dinghefeng again!" Although his scolding voice was cold, there was an undeniable hint of irrepressible joy within it.
