Dead? Quite a few people sighed inwardly. They could understand Taishu Shancheng's actions. Either way, death awaited him, so naturally he would rather die unyielding. Even with his last breath, he had to fight for his life.
Though his end had been miserable, the representatives of the various sects who witnessed it had to admit that Taishu Shancheng had guts. Had this happened to someone from another sect, they would likely have feared Misty Pavilion's tyrannical might and dared not resist, instead begging for a slim chance at survival.
Taishu Shancheng's corpse was displayed before them all, clearly meant to kill one as a warning to a hundred. It seemed to tell everyone: this was the fate of those who defied Misty Pavilion!
Ding Wei had no interest in Taishu Shancheng's corpse. Instead, he took the competition results from his sleeve and stared at them in silence.
He did not know how he was supposed to explain this to the Holy Venerables. Misty Pavilion personnel had violated the rules by robbing others, yet Misty Pavilion had won the competition. Could those results still count?
Those responsible for supervising the enforcement of the rules had broken them themselves. How could Misty Pavilion explain that?
His gaze shifted slightly from the paper as he glanced at Niu Youdao, anger rising within him. He had been cautious a thousand times over, yet Niu Youdao had still brought him this trouble.
He somewhat regretted investigating Niu Youdao. If he had not sent Xuan Yao to investigate, perhaps this mess would never have happened.
Right now, he wanted to kill Niu Youdao to vent his fury. Yet under the present circumstances, he instead did not dare act rashly against Niu Youdao. Otherwise, who knew what certain people might think when they found out.
Fortunately, the