Jian Ming looked at Sun Elder of Prison Suppressing Peak standing in front of him, but the anger on his face showed no sign of fading. He said furiously, "Sun Elder, why are you even asking me?
"He killed a disciple of our Formless Peak. According to the rules of our Hundred Peaks Sect, those who slaughter fellow disciples without cause must die. Naturally, I am making him pay with his life!"
All around them, people from the other sects turned their gazes toward the Hundred Peaks Sect.
"This is getting interesting. Someone from the Hundred Peaks Sect killed one of their own disciples. I'd like to see how the Hundred Peaks Sect handles this."
"That Song Zhong obtained a Sealed Relic, and it is said that he also received the True Lord's inheritance.
"If they kill him, the True Lord's inheritance will be gone, and the Hundred Peaks Sect will suffer a grievous loss.
"But if they do not kill him, then the Hundred Peaks Sect will be breaking its own rules."
A mocking look appeared on Song Zhong's face. Suddenly, he stepped half a pace out from behind Sun Elder, drew the Purple Light Blade, and slashed through the air at Jian Ming.
In an instant, thunderous light flashed, blasting straight toward Jian Ming's head.
"You seek death!"
Jian Ming flew into a rage. This junior from Prison Suppressing Peak actually dared to attack him in front of so many people!
He extended a finger and abruptly pointed toward the incoming lightning.
At once, a streak of golden light shot from his fingertip.
It was merely a thin beam of light, yet it turned this entire stretch of the world golden. Buddhist radiance enveloped the space.
Within that light, which seemed capable of delivering all living beings from