When Zhou Yu saw the scene appearing in the Heaven-Hanging Mirror, he collapsed onto his backside, his face deathly pale.
For all his meticulous calculations, he had never imagined that the Heaven-Hanging Mirror could record what happened outside. With footage from only one side, he could have denied everything even if a few flaws showed, but now that both the interior and exterior had been recorded, there was no room for argument.
Huang Tong's face turned livid, and he abruptly struck his palm toward Zhou Yu's head.
But a red streak shot over like lightning and blocked the blow above Zhou Yu's head.
Huang Tong's palm struck the red streak with a resounding bang, sending waves of force spilling in every direction.
The red streak merely trembled before steadying again. It was a long vermilion silk sash, radiant with spiritual light-clearly a supreme treasure.
Zhou Yu's face had already gone utterly white. Had Huang Tong's palm landed on his head, he would undoubtedly have died.
"Discipline Elder Huang, there is no need for this. Though Zhou Yu lost his senses and committed a wrongdoing, he did not ultimately bring about a great disaster. His crime does not warrant death. Let us strip him of his cultivation and confine him to the dungeon instead," Qinglian Fairy said, raising her hand.
The end of the vermilion sash darted out like a snake and pierced Zhou Yu's Dantian with a sharp swish.
With his Dantian destroyed, Zhou Yu's magic power vanished like smoke and scattered clouds, and he slumped limply to the ground.
The corner of Huang Tong's eye twitched, but he said nothing.
"Take him away," Qinglian Fairy said with a wave of her hand.
"Sect Master, we have yet to question Zhou Yu about why he did this," an elder said,