Xia Zihe

"Esteemed Envoy, please see clearly!" Zhao Jian hurriedly cried. "Zhang Xiaohu's injuries were all inflicted by the disciplinary disciples. I merely lashed him with a few whips now and then to vent the resentment in my heart! I absolutely never intended to take Junior Brother Zhang's life."

Poor Zhang Xiaohu could not even speak at this moment. Though his belly was full of the suffering Zhao Jian had inflicted upon him, he had no way to tell it.

The disciples at the side began whispering among themselves as well, feeling that the Yi Xiang Peak envoy was making a mountain out of a molehill by pinning such a huge accusation on him.

Veiled Chen Chen smiled. "Zhao Jian, do not evade the weighty and dwell on the trivial, twisting my meaning. I only wish to know whether those horse whinnies in You Lan Grand Canyon that drew the pack of blood wolves were your doing!"

The entire hall fell silent. Zhao Jian raised a finger to the heavens and declared, "The Emperor of Heaven above, the thick earth below—the two horse whinnies were absolutely the hallucinations of Junior Brother Zhang and the others. I absolutely did not do it! If it was my doing alone, may the heavens send down divine lightning from the Ninth Heaven and strike me dead!"

Zhao Jian had steeled himself. This Yi Xiang Peak envoy seemed to place great emphasis on evidence. Of all the disciples of the misty hall who had entered the trial, only the four of them had returned alive. Zhang Xiaohu and the other two were clearly in league with one another, so their words were no longer trustworthy. He wanted to see how this lofty envoy would rule.

Zhang Xiaohua also frowned inwardly. By the time he had encountered Zhang