An intense sense of danger suddenly swept over Xu Xuan.
He knew that nothing he said now would be of any use.
More importantly, once he died here, he would have no way to defend himself, even with a hundred mouths, and could only let the other side slander him.
In other words, rather than rushing to explain anything, keeping himself alive was more important.
"Go! Everyone, go! No one is stepping forward to uphold justice for us. Staying here means waiting to die!"
Xu Xuan roared at the others, then shot backward.
"Boom!"
The sound of shattering space rang out. The area where he had just stood was like a mirror, slashed into flying dust by a longsword that had appeared out of nowhere!
"Think you can escape?"
The figure slipped into the shadows again. With a supremely confident sneer, he vanished from everyone's senses.
"Are we just going to watch?"
Many powerful cultivators from the Holy Lands had gathered around. They exchanged looks, unsure whether they should intervene.
Clearly, the Shangguan Family intended to kill them in public to silence them.
But for one thing, many of the Shangguan Family's followers were present. For another, anyone who intervened would be confronting the Shangguan Family head-on.
Who would be foolish enough to do that for a few young prodigies they did not know?
Thus, even though they knew the Shangguan Family intended to silence them through murder, no one stepped forward to object.
If Xu Xuan died here, that would mean he deserved to die.
All those accusations that had yet to be devised would naturally be heaped onto his head, one by one.
The world of cultivators was inherently this cruel. The weak were prey to the strong, and there was no reasoning to be had.
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