Surrounded by a whirlwind of fury, the atmosphere shattered with the force of Ning Xuanwu's righteous indignation, the echoes of his words reverberating like thunder.
"Disciples' remains desecrated..."
"Bones reduced to pet food..."
"Heavenly Shaking Stones defiled, Swift Cloak debased..."
"Such cruelty knows no bounds!"
The weight of each accusation hung heavy in the air, suffused with a seething hatred that burned bright within the hearts of all who heard.
Ning Xuanwu's voice trembled with raw emotion, his words a testament to the depths of his anguish and rage.
"Even if my disciples erred, their fate did not warrant such debasement! To disrespect their memory in such a manner is unforgivable!"
"Our most sacred treasures laid low, our sect's honor trampled beneath contemptuous feet..."
"This affront is beyond endurance!"
With each word, the resolve of the Xuanwu Sect grew stronger, a collective fury simmering beneath their calm exteriors.
"Master, the depths of this villainy run deeper still," Yao Ling'er's voice dripped with venomous loathing. "Had I not been vigilant, disguised, and cautious, I too might have fallen prey to his treachery."
"What?"
"Is our destruction his ultimate goal?"
Ning Xuanwu's fury ignited anew, a wildfire burning bright within his eyes.
"Spread the word! Every master of the Xuanwu Sect shall descend from the mountain with me. We will confront this villain, avenge our fallen brethren, and reclaim the honor stolen from us!" Ning Xuanwu's command echoed with resolute determination.
"Yes!" The resounding chorus rang through the hall, a battle cry of righteous retribution that echoed across the land.
The Xuanwu Sect, united in their thirst for justice, stood ready to confront their enemy and restore their honor, no matter the cost.