In the Council Hall, Zhao Gongnian smashed the table with a palm strike. Splinters flew everywhere.
His face was livid as he glared at the Grandmasters accusing Li Fenghua, his chest heaving.
He was genuinely anxious!
The Yellow Martial Sect had finally gained a chance to show its strength through Li Yun in the Grandmaster Duel. If this incident kept Li Yun from passing even the True Martial Platform's internal selection, wouldn't all their efforts go to waste?
No. He would never allow that to happen.
"Sect Master Zhao, what are you doing?"
A white-haired Grandmaster shouted angrily, "This is the True Martial Platform's Council Hall! How dare you make a scene here?"
Zhao Gongnian refused to back down. "I'm making a scene? You have no evidence, yet you want to pin a murder on Fenghua. What kind of reasoning is that?"
"Just because he had a motive and the strength to do it?"
"Where's your evidence?"
"Which of you saw Li Fenghua kill Yan Shan?"
The white-haired Grandmaster froze.
For a moment, he had no answer.
Zhao Gongnian continued, "Yan Shan died half an hour ago. Half an hour ago, Fenghua was in his hotel room. More than a dozen of us from the Yellow Martial Sect can testify to that. If you don't believe us, the hotel staff can testify too. That's an alibi!"
A black-robed Grandmaster sneered. "What good is an alibi? With Li Fenghua's abilities, how hard would it be for him to arrange a so-called alibi?"
"You... you're twisting the facts!"
"Don't think I can't see what's going on. Some of you saw how strong Li Fenghua is. You're afraid he'll outshine you in the coming selection, maybe even take a place in the Grandmaster Duel, so you're trying to dump this mess on him