Yi Feng's questioning voice thundered out.
Several young cultivators showed panic in their eyes, not daring to raise their heads to meet his gaze.
At the front of the crowd, several figures from the Snow Moon Sacred Land stepped forward with their hands behind their backs, their faces brimming with smug superiority.
"Why?"
"You traitor! You stole the sacred land's secret treasure, betrayed the cultivation of the entire Southern Li Kingdom, and repaid kindness with ingratitude. Everyone has the right to kill you!"
"And at a time like this, you still have the nerve to question us?"
Stole a treasure?
Repaid kindness with ingratitude?
Watching them speak with such righteous indignation, Yi Feng found it hard to imagine just how thick their skins had to be to spout such blatant lies with their eyes wide open and slander him!
Clearly, the Snow Moon Sacred Land had first used the prodigies of various nations as Cauldrons, secretly cultivating unspeakable demonic arts. Yet now, they were turning around and accusing him instead?
Such conduct truly befitted a sacred land!
Yi Feng gave a cold smile, too lazy to pay attention to those shameless sacred land disciples.
His gaze swept across the scene. The cultivators of every sect wore expressions of righteousness, clearly having fully believed the Snow Moon Sacred Land's claims and already regarding him as a treasure-stealing traitor.
Under the slander of a grand sacred land, Yi Feng knew there was no way for him to explain himself.
With nothing more than one side's word, they had branded him a traitor and hunted him down.
Was this the justice of the world?
Perhaps it was merely the so-called truth decided by power and influence!
The great renowned righteous sects were nothing more than this.
He could no longer be bothered by