"You're asking me for an explanation?"
Bei Shanyin's eyes blazed with cold light as he glared at Han Ting. "My son is dead! Did you hear me? My son is dead!"
A frigid gleam shot into the sky. A giant dragon condensed from frost surged out above Bei Shanyin's head, roaring and circling through the air as freezing chill spread outward, as though it would freeze all things.
"Recently, he was the only one who had formed a grudge against my son."
Bei Shanyin pointed at Qi Heng, endless killing intent shining in his eyes. "If it wasn't him, then who was it? The disciples of my An Tan Marquis Manor are not people just anyone can kill! I will get to the bottom of this!"
"The people of my Yinglong Guards are not people just anyone can kill either!"
Han Ting raised his enormous axe and pointed it at Bei Shanyin. "You want to get to the bottom of it? This general wants to get to the bottom of it too! The Wind Fire Immortals actually came to ambush an Yinglong Guards trial. This will not be allowed to pass!"
"Good! Since everyone wants answers, the solution is simple!"
Bei Shanyin pointed at Qi Heng. "Whether he assassinated my son or not, we only need to search his soul. Then everything will be clear at a glance."
"Search his soul?"
Qi Heng's brow twitched at those words, and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.
In this world, as long as a soul search was performed properly, it would not turn someone into an idiot.
If Han Ting accepted Bei Shanyin's proposal, then this matter... would become troublesome.
"Search his soul? Bei Shanyin, you're courting death!"
Han Ting raised his enormous axe. Vast golden radiance surged into the