Slaughtering All Sides

At this moment, the training ground was boiling with righteous outrage, the tide of condemnation nearly drowning Zhang Sanxian:

"Who would've thought you, Wind-Listening King of Hell, could be this vile!"

"You're nothing but a beast! A demon!"

"Skynet's mesh is vast, yet nothing slips through—you won't escape!"

"Kill him! Avenge our fallen comrades!"

"This fiend deserves to be captured and sliced into a thousand pieces!"

Yun Feiyang of Hanging Sword Pavilion, Rock True Person of Vast Mountain, and Miao Lie of Hundred Beasts Manor all wore grim expressions, their brows tightly furrowed as they gazed at Zhang Sanxian from afar with deep coldness in their eyes.

Yet Su Zhi of Sea Immortal Island frowned slightly, her lovely face full of shock and suspicion. Clearly, she had not fully believed Yuan Tong's earlier claims.

Qin Hongyu of the Ironclad Alliance had eyes as sharp as blades, repeatedly sweeping them between Zhang Sanxian and Yuan Tong. She said nothing, but her gaze was full of scrutiny.

As for the old monk Huijue of Golden Cicada Temple, he repeatedly chanted the Buddha's name and sighed mournfully. "Amitabha. Sin upon sin—such grievous sin indeed~"

The other small sects and minor schools, ever prone to believing one side of the story, were likewise filled with indignation. They drew their sabers and unsheathed their swords, watching Zhang Sanxian with wariness and disgust as they prepared for the bloody battle that could break out at any moment.

Watching all this, the triumph in Yuan Tong's eyes nearly overflowed. Facing Zhang Sanxian, he spoke in a voice heavy with sorrow and authority: "Hero Zhang~ the witnesses and physical evidence are now as solid as mountains, and every charge is steeped in blood. You—what do you have to say for yourself?"

As he spoke, the Red Sand Sect's