The public trial of Spirit Hall remnants was not just a way to fish for them. It was also meant to destroy them body and soul.
The one on trial was Salas, Platinum Bishop of the Martial Soul Temple.
After Spirit Hall's defeat, Salas had neither fled nor gone into hiding. Instead, he had chosen to live or die with the Martial Soul Temple.
To pry the secrets and treasures of Spirit Hall out of him, Xue Beng had crippled his cultivation, imprisoned him, and subjected him to relentless interrogation.
By now, nearly all of his value had been squeezed out.
Naturally, it was time to make the most of him.
Qian Yu had learned of the news.
He admired Salas's loyalty to Spirit Hall and his fanatical devotion.
The man's private morals left something to be desired, but he had devoted himself wholeheartedly to Spirit Hall.
He was also the only clever one who had wanted to kill Tang San and the others early, while they still posed a threat to Spirit Hall.
Unfortunately, he was too weak.
If he had the strength of a Titled Douluo from the Worship Hall, Tang San and the others might never have made it out of Heaven Dou City.
If Tang Hao had intervened then, there would have been no later Soul Master championship—and none of those messy, melodramatic love stories.
Rescue Salas?
Qian Yu dismissed the idea outright.
What kind of joke was that?
How could they possibly rescue Salas now?
Were they supposed to charge in headfirst?
Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing were both Titled Douluo now, and their strength rivaled that of the Titled Douluo in Spirit Hall's Worship Hall. The two of them also had a Martial Soul Fusion Skill. Below the god level, it was hard to