It was Lu Chenzhou!
Evil God Ward already had a great many cultivators. Any disciple with half a brain knew better than to casually watch the excitement. Well, now they had all died in their lewd fantasies.
But Lu Chenzhou's actions had also drawn countless eyes. The sect had rules against fellow disciples killing one another, yet those who truly obeyed them were few and far between.
Even calling it as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns would be an overstatement.
According to another set of unspoken rules, so long as one did not openly kill someone in public square, hardly anyone would specifically come looking for trouble.
But doing this at the entrance to the Law Enforcement Hall? This was outright contempt for the sect's rules—a provocation! A naked, undisguised provocation!
In a blink of an eye, the Thunder Drum boomed.
Zhuo Shouqing nimbly put on his clothes, his face dark as he stood atop the Top Grade Magical Artifact Thunder Drum, inwardly crying that things had gone bad.
This had happened right before his eyes. Should he intervene or not?
If he intervened, Lu Chenzhou would certainly cripple him. Then, forget about devouring Zhuo Shouyun—there was a ninety-nine percent chance he would not live much longer. His grand turtle plan of enduring humiliation for years would fail completely.
If he did not intervene, then the sect's rules would exist in name only...
Mm... then let them exist in name only.
The instant that thought passed through his mind, he made his decision. He retreated into the Law Enforcement Hall while violently flinging a token into the hall.
The Third Tier Formation he had personally paid to set up here was rapidly activating.
Seeing this, Lu Chenzhou could not help but sneer.
"Zhuo Shouqing, are you really such