"Really? What about Ni Lin's head? And it's the most shameful and filthy blood in Southeast Asia?"
"What kind of blood drop?" Wang Ling was stunned for a moment, stared, and said angrily: "Qin Tian, I'm warning you!"
"You can find fault with me, but you can't frame me!"
"I have heard about the lowering of the head that you are talking about. It is something demonic and evil. How could I let them touch Ni Lin!"
"I'm warning you, it's best to provide evidence when you speak, otherwise I will sue you for libel!"
Because of his excitement, the veins on Wang Ling's forehead popped out. His eyes turned red.
This also shows once again that he really doesn't know about the blood drop.
Qin Tian smiled: "It seems that you also know very well what kind of sin it is to give Ni Lin the blood."
"In that case, it's easy to handle."
"You want evidence, don't you? No, here it is. Prick up your ears and listen carefully to me!"
Qin Tian took out a recorder, placed it on the table, and pressed the switch.
Inside, a voice immediately came out.
"It's him! It's all him! It's all this old ghost, who is known as the Southeast Asian ghost king's head-dropper. It was he who gave me the idea to drop blood on your scale-reverse sword..."
"This is Mr. Chen?"
"What is he talking about?" Upon hearing this, Wang Ling opened his mouth in surprise.
Qin Tian sneered and asked him to continue listening.
The more Wang Ling listened, the more frightened he became, and the more he listened, the more frightened he became.
"Impossible...this is impossible..."
"Ni Lin is fine, how could he be lowered?"
"I don't believe it! You framed me!"
Realizing the seriousness of the matter, Wang Ling muttered, almost going crazy.
His eyes were bloodshot.
As soon as Qin Tian stretched out his hand, there was a click, and the scales were unsheathed. A black light flashed and was placed on Wang Ling's neck.
He was so angry that he shouted forcefully: "Third Elder, Wang Ling!"
"You colluded with outsiders to steal Ni Lin. Poisoning the sacred object is tantamount to bringing shame to the entire Longyin!"
"We have the testimonies of the parties involved. If you are not convinced, I still have witnesses. Dong Fangfang, the daughter of the Dong family of Wu Zhuangyuan Mansion, and the three demon kings around her are all witnesses."
"No one would disbelieve their words."
"Now I just ask you, do you know your guilt?"
Wang Ling was completely dumbfounded as he pushed his scales against his neck. His body, which was still in a stalemate, knelt on the ground with a thud.
He knew that just this recording would give Qin Tian enough reason to chop off his head as a dragon whip.
He didn't expect that Chen Qing would trick him like this!
This is simply irredeemable!
His face was pale and he almost cried when he looked at Qin Tian.
After pouting several times, he said pitifully: "Dragon Whip, spare my life!"
"Please give me a chance. I am being used. I really don't know if Chen Qing dares to kill Ni Lin..."
"I thought he was just observing."
Qin Tian sneered: "Things have already happened, Ni Lin has been contaminated."
"Do you think it's still meaningful to say these words now?"
"I'll chop you off now, and tomorrow I'll take your head to the Presbyterian Council and throw it in front of the Great Elder. I believe he won't be able to say anything, right?"
Wang Ling's face was ashen, and he gritted his teeth and said: "As long as you don't kill me, I can do whatever you want!"
After saying this, he was like a deflated rubber ball, completely paralyzed on the ground.
Because he knew that he had completely failed. He was defeated by Qin Tian.
From then on, he was no longer qualified to fight with Qin Tian.