"You never once thought you were wrong. You thought Ah Yin's death was Spirit Hall's fault, the Clear Sky Sect's decline was Spirit Hall's fault, and the fate you've met today was Spirit Hall's fault too. You never reflected on the fact that you brought all of this upon yourself."
"Every last bit of it was your own doing."
Tang Hao opened his mouth to argue, only to find that he could not utter a single word.
Yes.
Everything Qian Xunji had said was true.
Deep down, that was exactly what he had always believed.
He had always seen himself as the victim, always believed that Spirit Hall had destroyed everything he had. He had never truly repented, never felt that he had wronged Ah Yin, Tang San, or all those who had died because of him.
At that thought, Tang Hao sank into utter despair.
He collapsed inside the cage, covered his face with both hands, and let out a low sob. These were not tears of repentance, but the despair of a man with nowhere left to turn.
He knew that today, he would surely die.
And he would die in unspeakable humiliation.
His name would even stink for ten thousand years.
Qian Xunji rose to his feet and slowly swept his gaze across the crowd. Solemn and sacred, his voice traveled through the soul-tool projection screens to every corner of the Douluo Continent:
"Following deliberation by the Spirit Hall Supreme Tribunal, and a joint ruling with the Heaven Dou Empire, the Star Luo Empire, and the Upper Three Sects: the criminal Tang Hao betrayed humanity, mated with a hundred-thousand-year soul beast, and slaughtered his own kind. His crimes are monstrous and beyond all pardon!"
"Tang Hao is hereby sentenced to have molten bronze poured over his body