Ghost God was bound in the hall by sealing chains, the nether energy around him already suppressed by Liuli's Shinto Sorcery.
He was the first war-criminal demon with king-level strength from Western Country to stand in the defendant's dock of the Western Country Council.
The hall was silent.
The leaders of every clan sat in their places, their gazes converging on the silver-white youth standing at the center of the hall.
Sesshomaru stood before the hall, his voice calm.
"This demon slaughtered seventeen of our Western Country soldiers at the eastern border, severely wounded thirty-nine, and killed members of thirty clans, including the Spider Clan."
He paused.
"According to Article Seven of Volume Three of the Western Country Demon Codex, he is to be sentenced to death."
Ghost God raised his head. There was no fear in his scarlet eyes, only mockery.
"Heh... Little demon, you spared me on the battlefield just to drag me into this rundown hall and make me listen to you recite these ridiculous rules?"
Sesshomaru did not look at him and continued.
"The opening chapter of Volume One of the Demon Codex also states that prisoners of war who provide significant military intelligence may receive a reduced sentence at the court's discretion."
He turned to Chiyo.
"Father, he has the Nether Moon Staff.
Perhaps we can spare his life for now and interrogate more from him."
An uproar swept through the hall.
Toga frowned.
"Nephew, this creature's sins run deep. If we do not kill him, how will we answer to the soldiers who died?"
Sesshomaru met his gaze, his gold-purple eyes unwavering.
"Uncle, killing him takes only a single strike.
But if the intelligence in his mouth can save more Western Country soldiers, then that strike can wait."
He turned to face every demon