Is Su Shi'er Dead?

"Some things don't need evidence! If someone harbors ill intent, heaven will know!"

Venerable Tianhong continued, his cold eyes shining with an imposing light, keen enough to see into a person's heart.

A few cultivators in the crowd betrayed a flicker of shame. They turned their heads, unable to meet his gaze.

Just then—

"Haha, how interesting! The statue's inheritance hasn't even appeared, and we're already watching the Phantom Star Sect tear itself apart! Second Sister, it looks like we're in for a good show!"

"The sect master's faction and the Disciplinary Hall have never gotten along. Isn't that an old tradition? That old fox Situ Zhen hasn't shown up. Could he have died in this secret realm?"

"Who knows? Who cares? That old fox is better off dead! Tsk, Elder Yan, if I were you, I'd have struck already. How could you let someone slander you like this?"

"Big Brother is right! Swallow this insult today, and when you return to the Phantom Star Sect, you'll disgrace the sect master's faction and become a laughingstock. How will you hold on to your position as an outer-sect executive elder?"

As the voices rang out, an array rippled across a distant peak, revealing more than twenty figures.

At their head stood Duanmu Kuanglong, head of the Duanmu Family, and Duanmu Liuying.

Behind them were over twenty Golden Core stage experts from the Great Zhao Dynasty.

The two traded barbs, their mocking voices echoing through the wooded valley.

In just a few words, they sent the aura around Yan Donghai surging and set anger burning in his chest.

They had put him on a spit over an open fire.

Out of the corner of his eye, Yan Donghai glanced at Cheng Jingfeng and immediately shot him an appeal for help.

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